歌手:Nas
专辑:《Magic 2》

作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Pablo Milanes Arias
[Intro]
All this shit sounds very good
Every beat

[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
All pistols on your album cover, just like BDP

[Verse 1]
Single mothers on that EBT, just tryna feed they seeds
Scammers and boosters livin' nice off of EDD
CCTV, all the cameras'll shoot you
Soon as you let a shot off, it'll damage your future
It's some thugs in the hood that could have been hooked
With some good girls who turned bad who could have been super
Models, some Dominicano's in Cabo
Some with thе bloodline of Lagos, Lagos
So many stones in my hand, just like Thanos
Eat Italiani, grazi, prеgo
Vibe to my music, got in Prague, FaceTime me and [?]
It feel good to feel alive, think I just had a breakthrough

[Bridge: KRS-One]
I know the light is bright, but keep on watchin' me
I know the light is bright, but keep on watchin' me
I'm stolen property, kickin' the flavor to society
[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
All pistols on your album cover, just like BDP

[Verse 2]
Man, this the hardest shit since DPG, Kurupt and Daz
Nate Dogg on the hook, Dr. Dre on the track
The smell, it be takin' me back, but we pushin' it forward
187 on rappers, and yes, I'm a poet
At times, I get confused, they lie in they interviews
Get goose pimples whenever I'm puttin' on my jewels
Bailed so many brothers out, paid all their lawyer fees
After that, some turned they back, where is the loyalty?
Money's lovely, but I could care less who has more than me
I'm just happy Mutulu Shakur got free, may he rest in peace
He was a warrior, all of his days
At time, the faster the more you get up to an age
In other news, I'm a G to the grave
I know they wanna see me burned out, completed and drained
High blood pressure, instead I'm on a red page
My pupils are dilated, I throw on some dark shades

[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
All pistols on your album cover, just like BDP
I'm MC Shan with an Uzi
All pistols on your album cover, just like BDP
To the hardest artist out there
All pistols on your album cover
Boogie Down Productions
I remember I put Tupac onto that Henny
He was like "What is this?"
He drank that shit though, word
Crazy, super facts
Yeah, uh, pistols on my album cover, nigga, blaow
Skrrt, yeah, peace to [?]
I'ma get at these dudes though

[Verse 3]
History revisionists, they put them cells where they didn't dwell
I was there, saw them almost shit themselves
Walked in the cub', one day, the pistol fell
I gripped my belt, shit was real
Back then when I used to ship a mil' out the gate
Different world, digital scales, directed shells
I'm supposedly with my bro's and 'em
That mean we kick it with official bros
My journey was great but difficult, what is life if it isn't both?