(Nas talking)   I heard that nigga Capone's home yo...word to Motha..that nigga Nore'   doin' his mothafuckin' thing...thugged out   entertainment...knowwhatI'msayin'?, niggas still in the streets...Ill   Will, Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line between streets and   business..so we gotta have balance and be easy...      Verse 1: (Nas)   I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard   put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar   under your breath, whispers in the dark   I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides   prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies   rich and I'm thuggin'   I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'   this clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist   look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings   cut coke cookies, wrote poetry   and broke noses B.   the voice from Heaven    I'm God sent, of course a legend   this is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand   blunted eyes red   C-Class, a Hundred times Five Red   CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead   I'm gorgeous   black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless    her body stacks the best, ass is flawless   finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people   the sequel   Nas, CNN, nobody's equal.       Chorus    Yo, Be easy   keep the club off the heezy   straight thugs in the back, drink creezy   be easy, but we still smoke treezy   see us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy.      Verse 2: (Capone)   Niggas picked me the boss   Ricky Ross   Lex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the source   if it's flour then swallow your loss   I cock Fours, kick in Poppi's doors   all for the cash and the cause   niggas break big fractions of laws   so what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board   I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin' my palm   it's pitiful, wavin' my wand   The Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan   chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's   it's quite Frank, my niggas 'll kill, never waste a Penny   money stay well invested   feel the weight on my necklace   when death is too close flip the next shit   thug the game out   bust biscuits, pull the Range out   public enemy, QueensBridge where I hang out   sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance   my energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient.      Chorus      Verse 3: (Noreaga)   I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come   Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum   Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God   Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz   An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard   and crush weed with the hashish   Bandana head dome wrapped   Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps   I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman   The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun   Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked   I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces   Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices    My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama   I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut   Money bustin out my pocket, your bank is stopped      Chorus