Niggas bit off Nas shit   Admit it, you bit it   Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas   Niggas, bit off, Nas shit   Admit if, you bit it, bit it      Niggas bit off Nas shit   Admit it, you bit it   Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas   Niggas, bit off, Nas shit   Admit if, you bit it, bit it      You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide   Either way you go against me, you still gon' die   I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef   You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief      I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold   An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold   The shit I kick, fuck with niggas mentally   Makes them wanna mention me   And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary      Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money   I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money   I'm a tell y'all what Papi told me   I got what you need, 19, 5 a key      I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean   And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream   Run up on them all with the same problem solver   Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver   What      Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock   'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot   Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'      Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock   'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot   Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'      Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo   I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef   You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three   Next to Ron Artest and Kobe   Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me      I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump   Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up   Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas   Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence      My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends   Un cured, ain't no vaccine   Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out   Or in the studio booth, blacking out      It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit   Comin' back I'm rich kid   Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the door   Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga      Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock   'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot      Niggas bit off Nas   Admit it, you bit it   Tell these niggas somethin', God      What, yo?   I disturb niggas and white boys with five pointed stars   Tattoed on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan   From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong   We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack      Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me   Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me   When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner   Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you      Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers   Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure   Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions   22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'      Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like   You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike   50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us   You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go      Niggas bit off Nas shit   Admit it, you bit it   Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas   Niggas, bit off, Nas shit   Admit if, you bit it, bit it      Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock   'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot   Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'