Nas Queens Get The Money

Ayo,

Queens get the money

Nigga is still screaming

+"Paper chasing"+

But presidential candidates

Is planning wars with other nations

Over steak with masons

Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters

They daddies faceless

Play this, by ya stomach

Let my words massage it and rub it

I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it

Tell him his name Nasir

Tell him how he got here

Momma was just having fun

With someone

Above her years

Niggas is still hatin

Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming,

He rather floss with diamonds”

They pray “Please God, let him spit that uzi and the army linin”

“That shorty doowop

Rollin oowops

In the park reclining”

Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and

They out of alignment

My assignment

Since he said +retirement+

Hiding behind +8 Mile+

And +The Chronic+

+Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+

This is high science

Now add 23 more

For Queens to be more

I'm over they heads

Like a bulimic on a see-saw

Now that's +50+ porch monkeys ate up at the same time

+Nasty NAS+DAQ

Ya'll gonna bow holmes

This is DOW +Jones+

80 cal. chrome

Needed time alone

To zone

The mack left his iPhone

And his nine at home

My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll to my slaughterhouses

I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses

This that nigga shit that's on the album

For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses

Bring back Arsenio,

Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo

Let us make man in our image

Spit it

I'm Huey P.

And Louie V.

At the eulogy throwing Molotov's for Emmitt

You ain't as hot as I is

All of these false prophets is not messiahs

You don't know how high the sky is

The square mileage

Of earth or what PI is

I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire

The same hand that punched down

devils that brought down the towers