Getting Married Nas

[Intro: Nas + crowd]
"Picture us married, you and me," what?
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
"I remember the first time, girl you and me . . ."

[Verse 1: Nas]
This ain't no sucka-for-love shit
This ain't no Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit
First night, we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day
This a thug's wedding day, in love
Will we make it? Let us pray
In the limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted
Hard bottles, mob costumes, this ain't no act though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more
Yes, I'm absolutely sure
I know that she love me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenuptial agreement
'Cause Will and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought
'Cause she deserves Cinderella's ball and the whole shit
But know this
You fuckin' wit' her, slit your throat quick
Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin'
Well-spoken, say farewell to broke men or rich ones
Throw them phone numbers away 'cause this is it, hon
Headed to the chapel, my niggas laughin', and it's baffling
'Cause just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married
To who, I knew not
Thought of snatchin' Halle up from the dreadlock
Pumpin' Sade, my head nod
Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French
Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop
Couldn't wait to blaze that
Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey, HIV spreadin'
Everybody bump the same bunnies
The game will put niggas in they grave
Right before they part ways with the street
I want a son to greet every morning
Daughters and more sons tickle my feet
Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat
I'm getting married