Hustlers

Hustlers - Nas

Yeah

Dre he a Compton-Compton O G

Nas he a QB-QB true G

Do the history

Way before The Firm like back in the day

Nas was the first New York **** rappin' with Dre

So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face

The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away

But we still get together like every several years

To sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears

Relax sippin' Calico in Rio stupid ****

Low-key know G's but it's still Gucci luggage

I love Cape Cod and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes

Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by

I like to celebrate why 'Cause I can vision

Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate

So every breath I take is all about the rules

It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude

So crack the Patrn it's on heathens The God's back

Hard body Mr Jones never leavin'

Hustlers dealers drop-top riders

Make that cake cop two five fivers

Pimps and players platinum diamonds

East to West Coast we riders

Hustlers dealers drop-top riders

Make that cake cop two five fivers

Pimps and players platinum diamonds

East to West coasting oh yeah

He a Compton-Compton O G

Mix that with a QB-QB true G

What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks

West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots

He a Compton-Compton O G

Mix that with a QB-QB true G

What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks

West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gun

1995 eleven years from the day

I'm in the record shop with choices to make

'Illmati' on the top shelf

'The Chronic' on the left homie

Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me

So **** it I stole both spent the twenty on a dub sack

Ripped the package off 'Illmatic' and bumped that

For my **** it was too complex when Nas rhymed

I was the only Compton **** with a 'New York State of Mind'

Inside the d**e house bottlin' up sherm bangin' The Firm

Dre was king then so I waited my turn

Fast forward now I'm makin' 'em burn

Ended my peers careers hollered at Nas

A hard lesson was learned

So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga

I stopped beefin' with **** 'cause I'm 'Ether' to ****

Comb the earth 'til there's no one left

'If I Ruled the World' I summons all you weak rap **** to death

He a Compton-Compton O G

Mix that with a QB-QB true G

What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks

West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots

Yo the Jordans sportin'

Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin'

You a walkin' coffin'

The musket I tucked it you bluff it I bust it

You're sideways talkin' so I lay often

I wait patient to duct tape hatin'

**** get bucked ****