featuring R. Kelly

(Nas)

Low profile rap style

slick as new now

give the crew pounds

every time we cover them grounds

still surviving but there's a few down

back in the essence

I'm asking questions on the phone

with jail adolescence

crying confession the system's supplying the pressure

my mind is guessing

Is living and dying a lesson

but not to be obliged with the mirage

of cars taking you off track

from with the gods focus on hard

Laid up smoking cigars

motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs

kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya

my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness

devoted coach bag bitch

broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich

But what's the purpose

only the gods can watch the Earth twist

I'm physically trapped down on the surface

with all the crack merchants

snakes and serpents

foul jakes the searches

clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.

Chorus (R. Kelly)

Street dreamer

Oh mercy mercy me

Ain't nothing I got for ya

Situations get heavy

Heavy, heavy

Trying to be a gangster.

(Nas)

The black clouds over the hood

I'm on the corner with the thugs

late night under the moon

as they assume I'm slanging drugs

cause I'm hooded up

thought a G a night wasn't good enough

pushed my luck

yo they had a brother put in cuffs

Luckily, made it out of court comfortably

judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free

could've got a one to three

I try to school these shorties under