intro: Noreaga talking
 [Noreaga]
 Yo  New Orleans  LA  Va to Queens  I 95  where we never drive clean
 But good  gotta get out the hood  to really make it  now we kick it
 Until our whole team'll take it to another level  another Rolie wit
 Another bezel  like war against God against another devil
 Sustainin  now we rim Moschino  niggaz say we taped it  switched it
 Now it's Cristal  instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
 A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes
 Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that
 Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
 Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is
 In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C.
 Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the
 hammer
 Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday
 When he treated Worm like a sucker, in three ways
 Sell a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have
 you
 amazed
 In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay
 South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati,
 Minnesoto
 Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate
 Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
 Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
 The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the Nokio
 Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies,
 slice it
 up
 You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice Allah
 Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they
 props
 Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
 The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil
 your
 keg
 Aiyyo it's I-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!
 Chorus 2x: Nas (Noreaga)
 Blood money (That's what this life lead to)
 Blood money (That's how my niggaz bleed to)
 Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
 Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)
 [Nature]
 Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
 Whoever thought that some much would have to change
 I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
 Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
 Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts
 Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work
 Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit
 Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never
 slow up
 I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted
 Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin
 high
 Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different
 shit
 Switch directions, my bad, quick disception
 My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras
 Chorus
 [Nas]
 Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
 As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin
 his
 life
 Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife
 You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four
 days
 A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga
 say
 Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
 In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
 He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
 Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
 To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan
 To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a
 slave
 mine
 And keep the crackers laughin
 (That's what this life lead to)
 Chorus