[Chorus – ×2:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye,
We in this together son your beef is mines,
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky,
We in this together son your beef is mines.
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list,
Knowahmean, Hav, situation like this.
Another war story from a thirsty young hustla,
Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
For the cops to discover, while I be dippin' in the Range Rover,
All jewelled like Liberace,
You watch me while Jakes tryna knock me and lock me,
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante.
Niggas try to creep on the side of my Jeep,
Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep,
Over a three-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah,
But keep lettin' them small things slide and be a failure,
If I'm outta town one of my crew'll take care of ya,
The world is ours and your team's inferior,
You wanna bust caps, I get all up in your area,
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier.
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money,
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny,
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy,
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely.
Got cheese in my pocket, hit off my main squeeze,
Push back the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholstery,
But mostly, keep the gat closely ‘cause niggas wanna toast me.
[Verse 2: Havoc]
Ayo, I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-
Sequences, count all my blessings, add up my weapons,
Cock back the gat, let my nine serve purpose,
Sling, do my thing, organized fiend service,
Tryna make a mil is stress you know the deal,
So we sling krills, get your cap peeled, ‘cause everything is real.
‘Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a Jacuzzi,
Sippin' bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi,
Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught,
Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts,
Get your life lost never found again, my friend,
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten,
On my road to the riches hittin' snitches off with mad stitches,
Your last resting place'll be a ditch, kid.
No one can stop me, try, your style's sloppy,
You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy,
My theme is all about makin' the green,
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' phat whips and livin' comfortably.
[Chorus – ×2:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye,
We in this together son your beef is mines,
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky,
We in this together son your beef is mines.
[Verse 3: Nas]
A drug dealer's dream:
Stash cream, keys on a triple beam,
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five, nickel gleam,
Condominium, thug dressed like the gentleman,
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend,
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin',
Shank is servin' 'em,
What's up to all my niggas swervin' in New York metropolis,
The Bridge brings apocalypse,
Shoot at the clouds, feels like the Holy Beast is watchin' us.
Mad man, my sanity is goin' like an hourglass,
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryna bag grams,
I got hoes that used to milk you, niggas who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychos,
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production,
Pumpin' corruption, in the third world we just bustin'.
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Hold up and analyze, the wildcats slang cracks,
They swingin' Ac's, the new routines, be my eyes black's,
Playin' corners glancin' all up in your cornea,
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya.
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe,
It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane right,
Word, yo, I want to get this money, then blow,
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front, you go.
Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons,
Shaolin, and Queensbridge, we robbin' niggas for fun,
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build,
Mahalia sing a tale, but the real we still kill.
What?!
[Chorus – ×2:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye,
We in this together son your beef is mines,
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky,
We in this together son your beef is mines.
[Outro: Raekwon]
Laid back, word out!
Just bless 'em with the bulletproof.
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation for yo nation, yeah!
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