[Intro: Nas, DJ Green Lantern, Jadakiss & DJ drops]
Let’s go (Ah-ha!)
”Kick it to ‘em, man!”
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
This is a Gangsta Grillz Invasion!
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Step into the ring
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Escobar!
[Verse 1: Nas & DJ drops]
Y’all wilding out on some stupid shit, just for the sake of it
No home training, hip-hop atheists
Tryna get your lil’ stripes
Fuck around and lose your low life
Here’s a jew-el: I know you all too well
You’re too frail; nickname: “Frail-ien”
I’m a pastor, the Esco-palian (The Evil Lyrxo!)
Jackers, rappers: I baptize ‘em, chastise ‘em (Dramatic!)
This time, I gotta spank a young’un’
Discipline ‘em, bring a chipped tooth back
Crack babies can’t do the math
I’m the ruler, Haf, ugh
So I gotta point the Ruger, man
Publicity stunts, you still can’t fool the fam
We’ll spot you after
You can’t have it ‘cause you just a actor
Ain’t shit without your entourage
You too thugged, you all wild
Catch you alone, you’re all smiles—happy-face
Back in the day, there were codes and codes meant something
Nowadays, they all fronting
Snitching, talking, working with the boys
You ain’t built for that light, never reach for them toys
’S’not ice, that’s ZZ’s and mores and nights
Nas in the building, so it’s on tonight
Eight-seven, V-Live, allures is right
Shawty on my arm, she the boss’s wife
Let’s go (Ah-ha!)
”Kick it to ‘em, man!”
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
This is a Gangsta Grillz Invasion!
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Step into the ring
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Escobar!
[Verse 1: Nas & DJ drops]
Y’all wilding out on some stupid shit, just for the sake of it
No home training, hip-hop atheists
Tryna get your lil’ stripes
Fuck around and lose your low life
Here’s a jew-el: I know you all too well
You’re too frail; nickname: “Frail-ien”
I’m a pastor, the Esco-palian (The Evil Lyrxo!)
Jackers, rappers: I baptize ‘em, chastise ‘em (Dramatic!)
This time, I gotta spank a young’un’
Discipline ‘em, bring a chipped tooth back
Crack babies can’t do the math
I’m the ruler, Haf, ugh
So I gotta point the Ruger, man
Publicity stunts, you still can’t fool the fam
We’ll spot you after
You can’t have it ‘cause you just a actor
Ain’t shit without your entourage
You too thugged, you all wild
Catch you alone, you’re all smiles—happy-face
Back in the day, there were codes and codes meant something
Nowadays, they all fronting
Snitching, talking, working with the boys
You ain’t built for that light, never reach for them toys
’S’not ice, that’s ZZ’s and mores and nights
Nas in the building, so it’s on tonight
Eight-seven, V-Live, allures is right
Shawty on my arm, she the boss’s wife
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