Nas - Queens Get the Money lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Queens Get the Money lyrics]
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 nine 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
And you ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don'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
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 nine 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
And you ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don'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