Nas - White Label lyrics

Y'all niggas better not be coming
Around me with that fugazi
No more, you know? Got that
Thang for your ass, you know?
(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna i'm gonna have to leave you)

A vet stylin' in 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
Nah it's 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, ass-gripper
That dig you-out nigga
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 kill 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

It's kinda terrific
The product of Slick Rick
Somebody woulda told me then I would
Come outta this shit rich
And start up a business
I woulda thought they was playin'
All them niggas I ran with
All that weight they was weighin'
A light bulb switched in my mind
At the classes 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 spirit's is somethin' I can't part
And it's fun to be me so cheers
Here's to the Kanye production this eve
War of the Roses, it's war, baby
My nigga High said it's me
I drive 'em all crazy

(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)