[Verse 1: Nas]

Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison

Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM'

I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor

I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you

Street connects, Mob ties on East and West

We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much

Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff

Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5

Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts

Conscience who tolerate no nonsense

Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert

Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth

I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe

The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggaz work with the feds

Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead

I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned

From the corner's with the winos laughin'

Dealers and five-o blastin'

Capitalist thoughts like Presidents

I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit



[Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)]

You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma)

..Don't think so (Don't think so)

It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?)

What do you know about me?

(See what you don't know me you'll never will)

(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)

About me

(See what you don't know me you'll never will)

(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)

You'll never know



[Verse 2: Nas]

I smoke weed like them sixties rebellions, hippies on heroin

Spliffs inhalin', what I speak strictly for felons

Dippin' in their 6-4, hittin' the switches

Or sittin' in their Bentley Azure's, feelin' the riches

Or just ridin', truck drivin' Impalas, Denali's

I fuck with those but I lust for silver Ferrari's

I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me

My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat

Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave-master

Half Apache, half African, much is what I call us Black men

Lead astray, drugs and cups of alcohol, 'cause back when

They let us off ships; the soul of man was lost or trapped in

But every ghetto, every hood, no matter where the town

It's all haunted, all on top slave burial grounds

Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage

Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways

Money and murder: interprets the American dream

The world loves a gangsta, I found my place in this thing

Royce's, diamonds and bosses, woman who're gorgeous

Traitors, killers and enemies, remorseless, we live this



[Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)]



[Verse 3: Nas]

Gypsies, preachers, choirs, churches, liquor stores

The world is full of liars, curses, people rich or poor

Without God to worship, see we would be more lost

Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws

A ghetto child occasionally blunted in Mansions

My cup overflow with Cristal, hundred exotic dancers

Niggaz is plastic, ass gets jealous and passive

My pistol blast at; cowards, leechers, and rappers

Niggaz I fuck with is 'Bravehearts', make G's

Before rap music to me, was wind blowin' the trees

Birds chirpin', rain fallin', perfect and free

But bitches saw my video and think they know me

These niggaz bad talkin', claimin' they gon' do me

Stay out my path homey, you fuckin' wit a true G

Bitch "You Don't Know Me"



[Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)]