Word up
       Somethin new for you

       [?]
       Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
       (?) rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
       Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick Dastardly
       As I be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot)
       Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like Jesse Owens
       Make you throw in, the towel, I will
       Do all sorts of moves through all sports
       Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it's us
       Official, Nastee, the aggy still ghastly
       You triple S nigga, soft sexy and sassy
       We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy
       I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
       I'm shitty, I diarrehea on the globe
       Fire flee up on your clothes
       And like 'squito up on your hoe
       In case you didn't know, I stay free flow
       Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga
       be, go figure

       [Chorus:]
       For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
       For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me
       For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me

       [?]
       Yo, black dust, miraculous
       Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us
       Shit's lush, shit we lust, is plush, Lexus
       My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust
       Walk the path righteous, priceless
       Nigga you shine like ice crushed
       You get your shit bust, no more to discuss
       Nigga's jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us
       The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
       Niggas is whack, we pack dust
       Official Nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us

       [?]
       Umm, my gun's wettin, like a open hydrant
       Got you hidin, from shots firin
       From hot iron
       You gotta realize, your block's dyin
       Put skis on your knees and start sliding
       My clock's timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin
       I'm eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
       You're not lyin, superstar then a dine in
       Your insides cryin, rip your outside in

       [Chorus] (repeats)

       Schemin in the back
       See I'm schemin in the back

       [Sticky Fingaz]
       Act like you don't know, I put you in the choke hold
       Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco
       I still get respect if I had no dough
       Sport Polo, always keep a low pro
       If it's a promo, this nigga here no show
       About my no low, I never drive slo-mo
       Faster than Go Go, if it ain't me it's so so
       Kick in your door, wavin the four four
       All you hear is shots until there ain't no more
       Hit you with the low blow, you can't go toe toe
       I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and New York City
       hellhole
       Still in they jail clo'
       Old school niggas with Kango, and shell toe
       Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa
       How you gonna fuck with my click if you can't fuck with me solo?
       Checkmate, no go