[Intro: Jay-Z]
Rest in peace to Chinx (Rest in peace!)
And - we still k**ing each other
We need to understand that we are kings and queens
[Noreaga]
Shout out to Jada, you woke me up! Ha-hah!
You say you hate Militainment? f** you!
And you hate D-Block, f** you!
You said you ain't into CNN? f** you!
We don't give a f** about you, co*ks**er, f** you!
Said you hate D-Block? f** you!
Said that you hate Militainment
And you ain't into CNN? f** you!
We don't give a f** about you, co*ks**er, f** you!
Ayo I do this for the girls, the women and the sisters
I rhymed with Neptunes, it made me cooler with the hipsters
I'm cool with the Bloods and I'm cool with the Cripsters
The Bible and Qur'an, still quote the god's scriptures
And them n***as that you running' ‘round getting' cash wit'
Ain't gon' help you do nothin' but carry a casket
I spit acid
Bullets is metal, the guns plastic
And I be in the mall like Paul Blart
Queens Center, body in the trunk, where it all start
But now I reside in the county of Dade
And the only time I catch a body: if you touch the grenade
I bought back my publishing, but 12 years was a slave
Got kicked out of school, they said I'd never behave
Now I grind, grind on that 25-8 sh**
That mean morning, afternoon and late shift
And when it come to beef
Yeah, we quick to settle it
With that chrome and metal sh**
Cocaine you peddle wit'
Still sell coke the color of Wilson Elliott
Ripped, New York n***a off the rip
Break it down easy, make a 60 off a brick
Plus my n***a French know I keep a four-fifth
Rest in peace to Chinx, them n***as shouldn't exist
First Nas and Nore squashed the beef, timing quite suitable
Now Hov and Beans squashed the sh**
Hip-hop is beautiful
You ain't bigger than me if you ain't go gold
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Hoes tell me “Don't retire"
Their girlfriends is into you
Plus you spit fire and k** it in all your interviews
My n***as my disciples - Jesus crew, they sin with you
Your n***as ain't your n***as
They ain't struggle, they ain't been wit' you
Yo rest in peace Chinx Drugs, my n***a
Queens, we lost a real one
Ay yo Hov and Beans, I'm proud of both y'all n***as
Now let's get to this money, hip-hop is back
You f**in' smellllll me? Wakata!
You hate Militainment? f** you!
And you hate D-Block? f** you!
You say you ain't into CNN? f** you!
We don't give a f** about you, co*ks**er, f** you!
Said you hate D-Block? f** you!
Said that you hate Militainment? f** you!
And you ain't into CNN? f** you!
We don't give a f** about you, co*ks**er, f** you!