Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
       I'm a rapper turned rock star
       Word up, what I wanna know
       Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star
       What, what, what, what
       I'm a rapper turned rock star
       Yo, yo, yo

       [Fredro Starr]
       I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
       What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar
       No plates off the lot it costs a lot
       You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
       Money don't stop long as I stay hot
       Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
       Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
       Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold
       You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
       What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga

       [Chorus: (?)] X 2
       Why not?
       Makin moves and gettin money with my team
       We them ghetto starz
       This here is far from a dream
       Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
       Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass

       [?]
       Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
       Grab the mic, handle your business
       This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
       About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
       You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
       Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
       You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
       Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
       With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens

       [?]
       Official Nas, and L-B fam
       Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
       Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
       As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
       Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
       That's a rapper that it's official, track for track
       I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
       You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
       Any member of my crew'll roze you
       Number one spot, took that
       Onyx show, book that
       Got a bet, better know where to put that

       [Chorus] X 2

       [Sonsee]
       I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
       I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
       I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out
       So you see that, you better shut your mouth
       I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me
       Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me
       I got a ghetto mentality
       If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em
       I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
       I be the same man, rich or poor
       Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
       Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit
       Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit
       You rockless, nina you ain't got no props
       Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot
       Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
       Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack
       We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
       Yo, who got next? Who got first?
       I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?

       [Chorus] X 4