| AZ: This is what it's all about! |
| Foxy: Turn it up, knock that, knock that |
| AZ: Can y'all hear this on your headphones? |
| AZ: |
| Big boys, you see what I mean? |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| You know the routine |
| fast cars range get a cool scene |
| We true fiends |
| Old school style |
| that's how we do things |
| Born invested |
| Hands on many investments |
| Strong reflectors |
| So I came back to the essence |
| Sweet wives |
| 36 waist |
| Small feet size |
| The C-I's quick to slide off |
| Once the heat rise |
| Detour |
| Poverty's on, police war |
| Run through each store |
| Searching new ways for me to eat more |
| Fast learner |
| Quiet storm play the backburner |
| Bureaucrats I react like Nat Turner |
| Hold, wait |
| Use to rock kicks with no lace |
| Soulmates |
| Slow, hard face |
| Hold up, slow dates |
| NAS: |
| Is you a thug or a don |
| Lovin Islam or Fakin' |
| Stuntin' like you bout it |
| We eatin' while you stomach achin' |
| I work hard like Jamaicans |
| Firm gangsters |
| Ride the six-full tanker |
| My QB the mommy of an Eric B. anchor |
| hangin' off his rope chain back in 88-ah |
| My paper |
| Run long |
| It all started off one song |
| Catch me sayin son he actin different |
| His mack be spittin' |
| FOXY: |
| I see this cat |
| Frontin' like he handlin stacks |
| Didn't know about this cat so quickly I gets the gatt |
| Baby bro |
| Yeah I'm sayin what you eyein' me fo' |
| Have me wilin' tryin to slide me a bottle of mo' |
| I'm sayin that's the way he playin? |
| Who drinks the Rosé |
| I'm a straight Chrissy chick, that's the first set up |
| And he yappin, yeah |
| Bout he pushin' everything |
| From a five Coupe to a GS |
| Rock the VS |
| Please With that BS |
| Nine out of ten |
| You's a lame with your whips in the man an'.. |
| Uh huh, ha ha! Yeah, second round, let's go! |
| AZ: |
| Since the Genesis |
| Paraphenelia circle the premises |
| Poor images, project life turned my innocence-- |
| [He gets tongue tied, they all laugh] |
| FOXY: |
| Keep it goin'! |
| This is for my thourough chics that be stylin' on these cats |
| Like this dude named Twon |
| Rock the cherry red Yukon |
| Yes, these lame cats can't be serious to think that I |
| triple my fam, make this cat my man |
| Watch me ice em |
| Baby girl entice em |
| With the iceberg skirts |
| While my doggs rock the Queens 7-shirts |
| Shorty do it Brooklyn style |
| Get shady when |
| Heard he takin' paper |
| Gotta lay him and his lady friend? |
| Should have laid him then |
| Tryna style, got the Jag |
| Because we used to rock Palatium, |
| Now we strictly stadiums |
| Uh |
| I gots nothin' to lose |
| he scared of this |
| Kick the alias |
| Anthony Cruz aware of this? |
| Had to try ya |
| With three hot chromes right through your dial-I-lah |
| I fear no one |
| Bust one for Nasir |
| In the Porsche caddy |
| With my dogg Puff Daddy |
| Pretty Boy thug in the big boy six |
| Ice it |
| Firm cats is the triflest |
| And I'm bout it bout it |
| Who's she? |
| Has to be the Illest Nana |
| And N-O |
| Gettin paper down with P |
| And takes it all, it's nothin' |
| Y'all ladies is freaks, I said it! |
| NAS: |
| Nastradamus |
| Stylin' with, Knowin' I'm with-- |
| [Bursts out laughing] |
| AZ: Yo! It's all good, Fox spit it! |
| FOXY: Check it... |
| AZ: She holdin' it! |
| DJ: Yo, you gonna hold it, Fox? |
| AZ: you gonna go up for another round ma |
| [Foxy laughs] |
| Uh |
| Uh |
| I takes it all and it's nothin, |
| Y'all ladies is crazy |
| You is Na Na plus you like Na Na? |
| And you dead wrong |
| Get the quickly chips |
| My way |
| Y'all licky licky chips |
| No play |
| No day? |
| Y'all licky licky chicks no play |
| No day. |
| [they all laugh] |