Nas - White Label lyrics

[Intro] Y'all n***as better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your a**, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) [Verse 1] A Vet stylin' at Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater When I fast, I see Elijah's features A million cash for a Nas feature Nas cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me 52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free Layin' on the most expensive beds, still I'm losin' sleep Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993 Chin-grabber, neck-choker, in-her-mouth-spitter Blouse-ripper, a**-gripper, that dig-you-out n***a I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news I don't owe you, shoulda heard when I told you You are an extension of what I've worked hard to build You believe in your own lies, can't be real And the odds is that what you love can k** you Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack I know the consumer behavior, I target that You impressed with what they wearin', I started that [Verse 2] It's kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this sh** rich And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin' All them n***as I ran with, all that weight they was weighin' A light bulb switched in my mind at the cla**es I cut Just a spazz puttin' wax in the blunt The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front We building businesses, you can be mad if you want It's bubbly 'til it's bubbles we see Drinkin' like Dean Martin is nothin' to me The spirits is somethin' I can't part and it's fun to be me So cheers, here's to the Kanye production this eve Watered roses, it's war, baby My n***a High said it's me, I drive 'em all crazy [Outro: Sample] (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna)