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Where the fuck y'all at?

Ha, ha, ha

Yeah, let's go



[Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson]

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin'

Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes)

So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know

I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (Hero)

I guess that makes me a (Hero)






[Verse One - Nas]

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper

Distinguished gentlemen

Crooks and Castles on his back, Maybach-er

Exotic lady eye catcher, holla at ya

Call me the chiropractor

Working like Muay Thai class

Can prespire out ya

And of course I've been the boss since back when

Rockin' D-boy Fila, velour and a 190 black Benz

Now they shut down the stores that I'm shoppin'

Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'

I'm him



[Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson]

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin'

Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes)

So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know

I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (Hero)

I guess that makes me a (Hero)



[Verse Two - Nas]

Rubber grip hold the reloader

Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half

Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag

Young, rich and flashy

Young bitch, I'm nasty

All black clothes, the ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my lids

I can still see the borough, I can still see the bridge

I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see

Tell 'em angels open the door for me

From nine Berettas and movin' raw

To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors

That's what I call mature

That's what I call a G

That's what I call a pimp

That's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

I'm trying to make more C.R.E.A.M. by every September 14

That's my dream, so I can be more clean

As I grow yearly

I can see things more clearly

That's why they fear me



[Hook - Nas & Keri Hilson]

Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two seatin'

Hate 'em or love 'em for the same reason (Fresh)

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes)

So in God's Son we trust, 'cause they know

I'ma give 'em what they want

They lookin' for a (Hero)

I guess that makes me a (Hero)



[Verse Three - Nas]

It's Universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied

The corporate side blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it

First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it

But Newsweek articles startle big wigs

They said, "Nas, why is he tryin' it?"

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts is winnin', forgettin'

Nas the only true rebel since the beginning

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow

Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel they can't sing what's in they soul

So Untitled it is, I never changed nothin'

But people, remember this: if Nas can't say it

Think about these talented kids with new ideas

Bein' told what they can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it

Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it

I'm a hustla in the studio, cups of Don Julio

No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable, y'all

Let's go!



Yeah, yeah

Nas, Polow da Don