Nas, Cassidy, FerQuan - Can't Fade Me lyrics

Yea, hehe don Quan original God's Son, Nas
That nigga Cass rules, whattup baby

Y'all niggas is crazy (to think)
Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top
From the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it
I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me
(pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it
In my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on that exquisite

In the crib, two bricks of coke
Liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat
Choch and deep throat
Same niggas that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shit's creek
And won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat
I got the Heckler and Koch
My man got the dot, five oh block
It's like the movie Shottas niggas watch
But the American version
East coast, west coast
When we connect it's curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck
Step on the Timbs and Chucks
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that?
Now we on the southern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guest list
Only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds
Y'all must be crazy

Y'all niggas is crazy (to think)
Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top
From the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it
I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me
(pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it
In my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on that exquisite

Uh, VA game spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin'
With wood grain glistenin'
Any amount we sippin'
Passion for thugs livin'
Free, fresh and out of prison
Flexin' that new edition good grain gettin'
Shittin' lovin the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleamin'
Hat cocked deucey
Puffin' the quarter loosely
Poppin the bottle and tippin' fifth
Of that to goosey
Shinin' for Swill and Halle
Smokin for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin' Bad Newz
And all my soldiers fallen
Enjoy some better days
Dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' money, for God momentary
Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
Still spittin' gangsta shit
'cause the streets need me
Still got that MAC-milli
For niggas actin' silly
Still pimpin' gangsta pretty
Reppin' in every city

Y'all niggas is crazy (to think)
Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top
From the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it
I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me
(pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it
In my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on that exquisite

Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
I think it's gon' get better but
It's like I'm never right
Make it better Christ
I'm on both of my knees there's no hope
That why I'm smokin' the trees
Damn, all for the cheese
I lost both of my mans
That's why there's toasters in
Both of my hands
Damn, and I'll sell coke and purp'
'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted
But this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin' to be fatality listed
And yo brethren
Gettin' dough is like goin' to heaven
And goin' to jail, like goin' to hell
But before I go in the grave
I'll go in the cell
Just send my son photo in the mail oh well
But I got God on my side
So I'm beatin' the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin' the faith

Y'all niggas is crazy (to think)
Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top
From the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it
I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me
(pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it
In my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on that exquisite