• Title:Queens get the money
  • Artist:Nas
  • Album:Untitled
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    Nas - Queens Get The Money

    Ayo, Queens get the money
    Nigga is still screaming "Paper chasing"
    But presidential candidates
    Is planning wars with other nations
    Over steak with masons
    Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
    They daddies faceless
    Play this by ya stomach
    Let my words massage it and rub it
    I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody there to love it
    Tell him his name Nasir
    Tell him how he got here
    Momma was just having fun
    With someone above her years
    Niggas is still hatin
    Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming,
    He rather floss with diamonds”
    They pray “Please God, let him spit that uzi and the army linin”
    “That shorty doowop
    Rollin oowops in the park reclining”
    Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and
    They out of alignment
    My assignment since he said +retirement+
    Hiding behind +8 Mile+ and +The Chronic+
    +Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+
    This is high science
    Now add 23 more
    For Queens to be 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 NAS+DAQ
    Ya'll gonna bow holmes
    This is DOW +Jones+
    80 cal. chrome
    Needed time alone
    To zone
    The +Mac+k left his +iPhone+
    And his nine at home
    My queen used her milkshake to bring ya’ll to my slaughterhouses
    I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
    This that nigga shit that’s on the album
    For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
    Bring back Arsenio,
    Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo
    Let us make man in our image
    Spit it ,I’m Huey P. and Louie V.
    At the eulogy throwing Molotov's 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