Small World Nas

[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady & Nashiem Myrick]

[Intro]
See no evil, fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil
If you don't bring that shit around you
You ain't got nothin' to worry about (Uh-huh)
Yeah (Yeah, uh-huh)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yo (Yeah), yo-yo-yo

[Verse 1]
Carolyn from Maryland, she Lady Heroin
She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan
Keys of dope, lovin' cats to skeet in her throat
She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
Her ice fro, ass is curvy, 40 years old
She passin' for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
Madison Ave., shoppin' when she not, coppin' bricks of that shit
She hoppin' on dicks, ridin' Pony's who trick
At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin' for jewellery
Her bodyguard screwin' me, I gave her my math
Ain't nothin' new to me, blowin' backs out, six-pack Stout's
Wide fat mouth, the evil look with a bow-leg
Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads
She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy
She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck
She knew about cats from way back, we smoke the haystack
She never coughed once, blunts was her hobby
She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, '96 he tried to rob me
I jetted though, sometimes you never know
He snorted all her work, now she need me to do her dirty work