Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Vocals
The Fantastic Four
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Cleveland Horne
Songwriter
James Epps
Songwriter
Joseph Pruitt
Songwriter
Randy Walker
Songwriter
Wallace Childs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Executive Producer
Live Squad
Producer
Top General Sounds
Producer
Lo Ground
Producer
Trackmasters
Executive Producer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Poke & Tone
Mixing Engineer
Stoute
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I never brag how real I keep it
'Cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A tec squeezing executioner
Winter time I rock a fur, mega popular, center of attraction
Climaxing, my bitches they be laughing
They high form sniffing coke off a twenty cent Andrew Jackson
City lights park a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping
Sergio Tacchini flipping mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw them
Forty five by my scrotum
Manifest the do or die slogan
My **** roll in ten M3s
Twenty Gods popping wheelies on Kawasakis
Hip hop's got me on some ol', spraying shots like a drum roll
Blanking out and never miscount the shells my gun hold
I don't stunt, I regulate
Henny and Sprite I separate, watching crab **** marinate
I'm all about TECs and good jooks and sex
Israelite books holding government names from Ness
MCs are crawling out, every hole in the slum
You be alright like blood money in a pimp's cum
[Verse 3]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
For you wack MCs
[Verse 4]
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind & Fire, singing reasons why I'm up early
Trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo
You must be bugging out, new to my shit, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso getting **** wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shops drunk off Champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
In a sentence, paragraphs indented
Bloodshot, red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
Opening cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tune proof
We're looking at the sky's moon room
Shitting like gin and prune juice
Yo, the system wants the coon's noose, hang 'em high
Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook
While I just wrote a statement
Like I'm facing twenty years in the basement
Chilling on the villa with momia
For wearing chrome
I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone
But like Capone, I'm thrown, yo
[Verse 5]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
For you wack MCs
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
For you wack MCs
[Verse 6]
Yo, the time is wasting, I used the mind elevation
Dime sack lacing, court pen pacing
Individual, lyrical math abrasion
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation
We living in dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets is patronized
Wise men build and destroy
While the real McCoy, dope fiend named Detroit is still dealing, boy
Coke suppliers acting biased
'Cause rumors say **** wear wires and we liars
But every night the gat's fired and every day a rat's hired
I still remain the mack flyest in the fat Kani
It's just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC
Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
Demi, bottles of mo
Yo, simply follow me flow
Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow
Rough holes for cracked out pussies and butt holes
Bring the Gs and the Ds roll, they can't touch those
Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it?
My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick houses
Instead of the fake medallions
Rich **** transport in thousands
Foreign cash exchange amounting to millions
Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings
Trick bitches catching mad feelings
Peeling off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four wheeling
I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch
When we catch them sex **** with the TECs you blessed, word
So now it's on, never wasted a slug
Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood
[Verse 7]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
For you wack MC's
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
For you wack MC's
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I'm living like that
Written by: C. Horne, Cedric Miller, J. Pruitt, J.T. Epps, Jr., Keith Mathew Thornton, Maurice Russell Smith, Nasir Jones, R. Walker, Trevor Don Randolph, W. Childs