Queens Get The Money

Aiyo, Queens get the money
Niggas still screamin' paper chasing
While presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddy's faceless; play this
By your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
Niggas is still hatin'.

Talkin' that Nas done fell off with rhymin'
He'd rather floss with diamonds
They pray please God
Let him spit that "uzi in the army lining"
That shorty doo wop rollin' oowop's in the park reclining
Take 27 MC's, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment
My assignment since he said retirement
Hiding behind e-mail??? and the chronic
Gets rich but dies rhymin'
This is high science
Now add 23 more.

From 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 gon' bow, holmes
Since Dow Jones
80-cal chrome
Needed time alone
To zone
The Mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses
This that nigger shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk lining 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 in Louis V at the eulogy
Throwin' Molotov's for Emmitt
And 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.