Lyrics:

Nas:
Woke y'all up early this morning, but shit is real, I needed all
Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came. I know that I
Y'all to come down, so we can talk about these things that's
Going on man. It's gettin' real.
Wizard:
Escobar repertoire that's my man
Blowin' up, how we expand
Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that
Stack grands up pack fans up with wild cats
Bustin' live gats
Now we livin' large reminiscin' and flippin on prison guards
In the bridge hangin' with the thugs menaces
Images of mad loot and being citizens
Jumpin' in and out of different cars
On a weekly Benz or Mitsubishi


Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on
Got the flip phone in the swift zone
See it in life, bitch get it right
Real arm, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name
Everyday it's real in my life, we live in sitcoms
Scorecedes, cap low, black Mercedes
Miami in back with the crack, the late 80's
Brown timbs and thousands
Now we on to some real dough
How does it feel to count a mil
Throw a party and show love to the same cats
What you bum
After your stacks who throw slugs