Get Money

Queens get the money, niggas steal screamin' paperchasin'

Presidential candidates is plannin' wars with other nations over steak with masons

Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangstas they daddy's faceless

Play this by your stoamch let my words massage it and rub it

I'll be his daddy if there is nobody there to love it

Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here

Mama was just havin' fun with someone above her years

Niggas is still hatin',

Talkin' that Nas done fell off of rhymin'

He rather floss with diamonds

They pray "please God let him spit that uzi in the army linin'

That shorty doo-wop, rollin' ooo-wops in the part reclinin'"

Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment

My assignments retirement hidin' behind 8 mile and the chronic

Get rich but dies rhymin', this is high science

Now add 23 more for Queens to B-more

I'm over they heads, like a bulimic on a see-saw

Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time

Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gonna bow homes, this Dow Jones

80-cal chrome, needed time alone to zone

The mac left his iPhone and his nine at home

A queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses

I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses

This that nigga shit that's on the album

For them niggas inside the chalk line and forty houses

Bring back Arsenio

Hip-hop was a border so Nas breathes life back into the embryo

Let us make men in our image, spit it I'm Huey P. and Louis V. at the eulogy throwin' Molotovs for Emmitt

You ain't as hot as I is

All of these false prophets is not messiahs

You don't know how high the sky is

The square mileage of earth or what pi is

I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire

The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers