For the live ones, not the shook ones   For the riders, not the hook ones      Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers   My crew consist of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers   Say my name like Candyman   Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand   I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate   Similar to movin weight out of state   Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, "I bury all cockroaches"   Stare in his face, Stomp-in on bustas like Kirk Franklin   Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"   Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse   Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch   Pay no child support when me and my divorce   Some of y'all cats in the game look confused   Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?   Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when   oh-three-one is gangbangin in Brooklyn      "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all my live ones, not my shook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all the riders, not the hook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Music to live by, music to die by   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Uhh, Music to Driveby      I puff the Black & Mild, crusin on a Harley -- flickin ashes   Givin crazy baldheads the finger like Bob Marley   Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word   See ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords   Uncle Sam wanna play me on some   "All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies"   Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists   they keep a brother fightin federal cases, "ju know"   I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so I sharpen it...   and stuck Ron Goldman   If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right   Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics   See I'm fat, my shit is mo' John Blaze than that   I got John Blaze shit, and then I was un-recognized, and then fuck that   Who is you to be askin me questions?   Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines      "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all my live ones, not the shook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all the riders, not the hook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Music to live by, music to die by   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Uhh, Music to Driveby      Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture trick   But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the... damn!   Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip, with a pop feel appeal to it   I'm so for real to it   I cream it, wet dream it   Support it like a Wonder Bra, when I bust like cleavage   Eff a spot lock up, I rock three-quarter top Nikes   on the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes   Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace   No bail, no release, from Inglewood court   South to La Brea then East to the Pen, handcuffed   I shoulda jumped off the roof like Mack 10   Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck   Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest   Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon   You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn      "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all my live ones, not my shook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all the riders, not the hook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Music to live by, music to die by   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Uhh, Music to Driveby...      ...To all my live ones, not my shook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   To all the riders, not the hook ones   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Music to live by, music to die by   "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas   Uhh, Music to Driveby