Peace   Peace, yo      Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah   Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god   D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings   Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful      Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor   Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor   More knowledge than Webster dictionary   Obituary column plus sign 'em      The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming   The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up   My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus   Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers      But they small as a shanty in a African village   Soft as cotton candy we assassins   Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar   You screaming like you love war      Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop   Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop      But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop      Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass   You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag   You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em   8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting      'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying   No analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper times is changing   Niggaz get flashier, houses more plusher   Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger      Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing   Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing   I'm light years far your mouth get all white   When I'm near you, I frighten your heart      I want you to watch me notice stare look closer   Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you   Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it   You older than most dudes although Nas   Did you and your whole crew, but      Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop   Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop      But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop      Peace, I know where niggaz sleep   It's too many schemes too many plots   War plus money and man I got too many spots   Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up      Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up   Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be watching   We all connected so your man know my man   Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up      Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what   Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive   Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job   Peep niggaz that got prices on their head so high      Their own my will take the contract surprise   So we play a mental game, intimidation   Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying   I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day and      Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying   Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe   I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face   Play dirty catch your moms in J-30   Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now      Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop   Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop      But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot   Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop   Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop