Nas — Squeeze

[Intro: Nas] Squeeze! Squeezin' on ya; real niggas creepin' on ya [Verse 1: Nas] I got cream, some ganja trees, and fronto leaves Honda bikes, diamond dykes, rubbin' me, lovin' me Don't let my seed hear this, cover her ears Real shit; no surrender, no fear, we pioneers Of all this ice shit, biscuits, and tight whips, rims Bangin' blends in the S-Class, half a thousand Slap pounds with cats who shot down shit Real niggas who stay around chips, and down Cris Sips of Henny; chicks who bless you, finessin' it, professional Slob with ice cubes, just like Vanessa do Reppin Q, smoke amazing Thai Shit that givin' you triple Asian eye Yeah, bitch, a nigga stayin' fly From tube socks and Timbs, to blue rocks, a Benz Who got the ends? The type'll make 2Pac [?] To all niggas who shine; yes, who got revenge I won't showboat, my flow choke you And if it don't, the fo' fo'll smoke you Left your seed reminiscin' on ya MC's I'm pissin' on ya Shine cause my chips are longer It's gremlins I'm sic'n on ya Shots your dodgin' While Esco could rock the whole fuckin' Garden Real niggas always gon' play this shit..