featuring Lost Boyz

Yo yo yo yo yo yo

I'm a rapper turned rock star

Word up what I wanna know

Yo I'm a rapper turned rock star

What what what what

I'm a rapper turned rock star

Yo yo yo

[Fredro Starr]

I'm a rapper turned rock star in a hot car

What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar

No plates off the lot it costs a lot

You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock

Money don't stop long as I stay hot

Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block

Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top

Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold

You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas

What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga

[Chorus: (?)] X 2

Why not?

Makin moves and gettin money with my team

We them ghetto starz

This here is far from a dream

Official Nas, here to get up in that ass

Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass

[?]

Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this

Grab the mic, handle your business

This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners

About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?

You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners

Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game

You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame

Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens

With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens

[?]

Official Nas, and L-B fam

Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy

Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe

As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake

Regu