featuring Lost Boyz
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Word up what I wanna know
Yo I'm a rapper turned rock star
What what what what
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Yo yo yo
[Fredro Starr]
I'm a rapper turned rock star in a hot car
What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar
No plates off the lot it costs a lot
You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
Money don't stop long as I stay hot
Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold
You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
[Chorus: (?)] X 2
Why not?
Makin moves and gettin money with my team
We them ghetto starz
This here is far from a dream
Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
[?]
Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
Grab the mic, handle your business
This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
[?]
Official Nas, and L-B fam
Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
Regu
