I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' I'm sick of lovin', I'm sick of lovin' Hold the *** up You know what I'm sayin', I'm just I'm just I'm just What is that? Hold the *** up We gon' take this lil' intermission I been doin' this *** for years, holdin' here You know what I'm sayin', I'm just You know what I'm sayin', I'm just So don't ever in your life get me confused with some of them up-diggin' up that you might hear on the radio or such You know what I'm sayin', I'm made and this is me I speak it for my ***in' self And it ain't like I'm tryin' to be a tough guy Now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can set with Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't 5-0, y'all know it's Nas, yo Great groups and a whole lot of hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well-dressed with finesse And the white team lookin' for white feet A girl who fly and talk so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the night breeze We can drive through the city, no doubt But don't say my car's topless Say the titties is out Newness hits the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with Couch and loop it Push the pool stick in your new crib Same hand that you whoop it Swing around like you stupid King of the town, yeah I been that You know I click-clack where you and your memes at Do the smoke, do the walk, baseball bat Rooftop like we bringin' 88 back They shootin', aww I made you look You a slave to the page in my rhyme book Hittin' big money, play while your time's up Where them gangstas, where them dimes at? They shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look They they shootin', aww I made you look You were slated to a page in my vibe book Flippin' when the, flippin' when the bassline drop Bass When the, when the bassline drop I made you When the bassline drop Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Aww I made you look Bass Bass This ain't rappin', this is street hop Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot My live niggas, lit up the reefer Truck of the car, we got the street sweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in this limp cup That's the way you get timberland up Let the music diffuse all attention All of prevention, free admission Hustlers, dealers, and killers come on swift cruise Get close, you can feel where the tunes kept All my dishcombing homies, parolees Get money, leave the people alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Phony, phony, phony, phony Bass shootin', aww I made you look Bass shootin', aww I made you look Bass shootin', aww I made you look You a slave to a page in my vibe book Bass Bass Bassline drop Drag Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag Move to New Window Drag