Can’t Fade Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] Yea, hehe. Don Quan Original God's Son, Nas That nigga Cass rules, whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggas is crazy (to think) Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me (no way) And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite [Verse 1: Nas] In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat Same niggas that get down, remember them California style, yeah I went back again But much wiser, 'cause these guys are Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep So while we pack the heat, I got the Heckler and Koch My man got the dot, five-oh block It's like the movie Shottas niggas watch, but the American version East coast, west coast, when we connect it's curtains 'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chucks Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that? Now we on the southern part of the map Houston, party of the year, everybody there Texas, no guest list, only real players allowed Me and my dudes make out rounds, y'all must be crazy [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggas is crazy (to think) Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me (no way) And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite [Verse 2: Quan] Uh, VA game spittin', platinum grill grinnin' Chrome rims spinnin', with wood grain glistenin' Any amount we sippin', passion for thugs livin' Free, fresh and out of prison Flexin' that new edition Good grain gettin', shittin' lovin the feelin' Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleamin' Hat cocked deucey, puffin' the quarter loosely Poppin the bottle and tippin' fifth of that to goosey Shinin' for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney Still reppin' Bad Newz, and all my soldiers fallen Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry See cousin hookin' money, for God momentary Floss every chance I get, spread love freely Still spittin' gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that MAC-milli, for niggas actin' silly Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' in every city [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggas is crazy (to think) Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me (no way) And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite [Verse 3: Cassidy] Yeah, I pray every day for a better life I think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my knees There's no hope, that why I'm smokin' the trees Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my mans That's why there's toasters in both of my hands Damn, and I'll sell coke and purp' 'fore I go to work I go to the Range more than I go to church My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it I ain't tryin' to be fatality listed And yo brethren, gettin' dough is like goin' to heaven And goin' to jail, like goin' to hell But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell Just send my son photo in the mail Oh well, but I got God on my side so I'm beatin' the case This life crazy but I'm keepin' the faith [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggas is crazy (to think) Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me (no way) And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite