It`s Mine

<br>Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah<br>[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it<br>Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)<br>[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand<br>(Ain`t nuttin but thugs over here baby)<br>[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]<br><br>[Havoc]<br>Yo... straight thugs on this side - it`s do or die to the death<br>Like the terminal ill takin they last breath<br>Read your last rites - God, forgive me <br>for the sin I`m about to commit - takin a life<br>Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else<br>readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal<br>Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head<br>Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red<br>Sleep with half closed eyelids<br>Some say it`s strange, sometimes that`s how strange life get<br>Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when<br>niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet<br>Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler<br>with they hand on the biscuit<br>Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?<br>Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife<br>on my thousand dollar mattress<br>It`s the world that I live in, Q.B. made me<br>A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me<br><br>Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy`s &quot;The Boy is Mine&quot;}<br><br>Y`all need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuck..<br>what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine<br>Y`all need to give it up.. cause we don`t give a fuck..<br>what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>I got the style of a still-born child, I`m ill<br>If it`s beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he`s done well<br>(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I`m immune to it<br>So when they start shootin, we`ll stop the music<br>Keep it moving that`s how we do it (c`mon, c`mon Dunn)<br>Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin<br>(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance<br>Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions <br>That`ll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions<br>(You feel me? You feel me?)<br>You feel me? I`ll write a graphic page<br>Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects<br>We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music<br>(Don`t get no realer than this!)<br>It`s more real than any words I can muster<br>Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)<br>Hop out them shits like what? Y`all niggaz can`t touch us<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Nas Escobar]<br>Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt<br>Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert<br>Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing<br>And I`ll front like my doo doo don`t stink<br>Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy<br>Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor<br>Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin<br>Just to think, that was yesterday`s action<br>Cause today goes either way - we came a long way<br>from hallway steps and hand-me-down shit<br>Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam<br>Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home<br>Quincy Jones posters<br>Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can`t talk around chauffeurs<br>Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic<br>Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic<br>Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I`m God son<br>NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC`s come<br>Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds<br>When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon<br>I`ll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson<br>Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it<br>Cremate your flesh to ashes<br>You don`t need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Nas]<br>The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)<br>Ill Will..<br>You need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuck<br>what y`all niggaz want.. we don`t give a fuck<br>Thug, life, is, mine<br>Y`all need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuck..<br>what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine