Nas — Escobar 97

[Hook] Honies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities and hood movie stars Gat slingers, now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar [Verse 1] The path we all walk starts out long, it's like a boardwalk Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy Happy days balancin' with life's atrocities Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly High up in a five, realizin' the price paid For this life laid in the light shade One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives While you could catch me in a crisp white five Dark tinted, Dijon-scented with Al Green on My theme song, Love & Happiness, how can it seem wrong? I mean, before this, I used to rock a Taurus with the donuts Now, I grown up, I got it chromed up Got the rap game sewn up, sho 'nuff Niggas actin' cool but it's really no love I feel a slow buzz off the Dutch This is everyday, every second gotta make it pay Every lesson I learnt got me open While most of these rappers'll stay burnt [Hook x2] [Verse 2] With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard bein' Escobarro El Derado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle My life is like a Donald Goines novel We wave glasses like bravo Drunk niggas with mad problems and shot pockets My niggas on the block rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it Lookin' to profit in triple ways Goin' through this difficult stage called life But each year, my physical's praised Some fell beyond the reach of help Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself When all we wanted was a piece of wealth And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity Amply, livin' in this thug's fantasy Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be Heavy chain and my QB sway, livin' this king's life Magazines write about me in this dream, it's all tight [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Now, the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain Ice, the chain and all the followers came They tried to throw me off track but I caught that They thought I lost that, but I'm continuin' to make more stacks Halftime, New York State of Mind, It Was Written was hittin' Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches Sleepin' on the plane, wake up when we land, feelin' real scared On the ground, Rollie flush, princess cuts and large rounds The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks It's real, you violate, be in a pine box If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game, the game made me Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions Haters keep hatin' and ladies'll keep glancin' Y'all know the routine out this muthafucka, word up