Queens Get the Money (Explicit)

Hey, yo

Queens get the money, **** still screaming, paper chasing

But 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 ya 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

**** is still hating

Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds

They prayed, please God, let him spit that 'Uzi in the army lining

That shorty doo-wop rolling oowops in the park reclining

Take twenty-seven emcees, put them in a line and they out of alignment

My assignment since he said retirement

Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic

Get's rich but dies rhyming, this is high science

Now add twenty-three more for queens to be more, I'm over they heads

Like a bulimic on a seesaw

Now that's fifty porch monkeys ate up at the same time

Nasty Nas that

Y'all gonna bow holmes, this is Dow Jones

Eighty 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 **** shit that's on the album

For them **** inside the chalk lining forty 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 and Loui V at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett

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