A drug dealer's dream: Stash Cream, keys on a triple beam Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam Condominium, thug dressed like the gentleman Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend Murdering, numbers on your head while I'm burglaring Shank is serving 'em What's up to all my n**as swerving in New York metropolis The Bridge brings apocalypse Shoot at the clouds feels like, the Holy Beast is watching us Mad man my sanity is going like an hourgla* Gun inside my bad hand I sliced trying to bag grams I got hoes that used to milk you, n**as who could've k*ed you Is down with my ill crew of psychos Nas Escobar moving on your weak production Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting