Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah   [HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it   Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)   [hahahaha] Infamous two thousand   (Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)   [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]      [Havoc]   Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death   Like the terminal ill takin they last breath   Read your last rites - God, forgive me   for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life   Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else   readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal   Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head   Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red   Sleep with half closed eyelids   Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get   Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when   niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet   Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler   with they hand on the biscuit   Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?   Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife   on my thousand dollar mattress   It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me   A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me      Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}      Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..   what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine   Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..   what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine                     [Prodigy]   I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill   If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well   (Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it   So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music   Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)   Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin   (Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance   Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions   That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions   (You feel me? You feel me?)   You feel me? I'll write a graphic page   Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects   We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music   (Don't get no realer than this!)   It's more real than any words I can muster   Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)   Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us      Chorus      [Nas Escobar]   Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt   Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert   Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing   And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink   Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy   Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor   Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin   Just to think, that was yesterday's action   Cause today goes either way - we came a long way   from hallway steps and hand-me-down shit   Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam   Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home   Quincy Jones posters   Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs   Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic   Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic   Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son   NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come   Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds   When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon   I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson   Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it   Cremate your flesh to ashes   You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket      Chorus      [Nas]   The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)   Ill Will..   You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck   what y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck   Thug, life, is, mine   Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..   what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine