[Intro: Nas]
Yea, hehe. Don Quan
Original God's Son, Nas
That n***a Cass rules, whattup baby

[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all n***as is crazy (to think)
Y'all n***as can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite

[Verse 1: Nas]
In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same n***as that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the Heckler and Koch
My man got the dot, five-oh block
It's like the movie Shottas n***as watch, but the American version
East coast, west coast, when we connect it's curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chucks
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that?
Now we on the southern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guest list, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds, y'all must be crazy
[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all n***as is crazy (to think)
Y'all n***as can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite

[Verse 2: Quan]
Uh, VA game spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin', with wood grain glistenin'
Any amount we sippin', passion for thugs livin'
Free, fresh and out of prison
Flexin' that new edition
Good grain gettin', shittin' lovin the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleamin'
Hat cocked deucey, puffin' the quarter loosely
Poppin the bottle and tippin' fifth of that to goosey
Shinin' for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin' Bad Newz, and all my soldiers fallen
Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' money, for God momentary
Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
Still spittin' gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me
Still got that MAC-milli, for n***as actin' silly
Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' in every city
[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all n***as is crazy (to think)
Y'all n***as can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite

[Verse 3: Cassidy]
Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
I think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right
Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my knees
There's no hope, that why I'm smokin' the trees
Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my mans
That's why there's toasters in both of my hands
Damn, and I'll sell coke and purp' 'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin' to be fatality listed
And yo brethren, gettin' dough is like goin' to heaven
And goin' to jail, like goin' to hell
But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
Just send my son photo in the mail
Oh well, but I got God on my side so I'm beatin' the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin' the faith
[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all n***as is crazy (to think)
Y'all n***as can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite