文本歌词

Nas - Queens Get the Money
Ayo Queens get the money
***** is
still screaming Paper chasing
But presidential candidates
Is planning wars
with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens
give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this by ya stomach
Let my words m***age it
and rub it
I’ll be his daddy
if there’s nobody
there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun
With someone above her years
*****s is still hatin
Talking that NaS done
fell off with rhyming
He rather floss with diamonds
They pray Please
God let him spit that uzi
and the army linin
That shorty doowop
Rollin oowops in
the park reclining
Take 27 emcees put them
in a line and
They out of alignment
My ***ignment since
he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 Mile
and The Chronic
Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'
This is high science
Now add 23 more
For Queens to be more
I’m over they heads
Like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now that’s 50 porch
monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty NASDAQ
Ya'll gonna bow holmes
This is DOW Jones
80 cal chrome
Needed time alone
To zone
The Mack left his iPhone
And his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake
to bring ya’ll
to my slaughterhouses
I do this for
the group home kids
and boarding houses
This that ***** ****
that’s on the album
For them *****s inside
the chalk linin 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio
Hip hop was aborted
so NaS breathes life back
into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it I’m Huey P
and Louie V
At the eulogy throwing
Molotov's for Emmitt
You ain’t as hot as I is
All of these false prophets
is not messiahs
You don’t know how high the
sky is the square mileage
Of earth or what PI is
I’m the shaky hand
that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down
Devils that brought
down the towers