Queens Get the Money

Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, "Paper-chasing" Where 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 your stomach, let my words massage 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 Mama was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He'd rather floss with diamonds They pray, "Please, God, let him spit that 'Uzi in the army lining'" That 'shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining' Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line, and they're out of alignment My assignment since he said retirement Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is high science Now, add 23 more from Queens to B-more I'm over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw Now, that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gon' bow holmes, this Dow Jones 80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his .9 at home My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This that nigga shit that's on the album For them niggas inside the chalk line in 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 in Louis V At the eulogy, throwing Molotovs for Emmett You ain't as hot as I is All of these false prophets is not messiahs You 'on'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