(feat. The Game, Nas)





[Tony Montana from Scarface: talking]

All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. You understand.



[Chorus x2: The Game]

Lord forgive me my sins, I know it's last minute

Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it

Spread my wings, if only I could fly

Why fight to live homie if we livin to die



[Styles P:]

I don't give a fuck what many men wish

I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit

P a hustler, I'm a a double levy, penny I get

And that's words to my haze and my remy I sip

And you can pray to God and play the yard

I throw the laser on the 89 and spray your squad

Nah, use to have hopes and dreams

Now it's locs with coats with triple beams

With machine guns fiends.



[Chorus x2]



[Nas:]

Rock the world might be like colors and gangs

Follow my side brothers would [? ] for different thangs

But it all revovle around [? ] and shorties

Suffer your bling [? ] for your chain, the same story

From checoslovakia, the texas metropilis, the tretorous foxes, and the mexican mafia

They scrappin with tats on their backs, valid wars

Nuthin less then the lethal injection if ever caught

Court rooms, eagles, and flags, american style

While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul

Whatchin for pain chips, throwin no lead at your child

But them gangstas pulloutin your child

The berry be out, the chain be like 100k

Shining since roxane shaunte made runaway

That's been a minute, genisis is deep, my feature are that of a god

Is not a [? ], it's a fact that these rappers wanna be Nas.



[Chorus x2]