Queens Shit

[Verse 1: Nas & Aasim]
Yo I’m rich, black, the 6, the 'Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I’m a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoons before kids get out of school
They say Nas be fucked up, I’m up early actin' a fool
Drivin' D.C., do drivebys on Lincoln statue
High in my meetin's, leave the weed, sit the board room
Stick up men in black fishermen hats as my goons
Cameras zoom while the news paint views of baboons
Wild cowboys saloons, from the womb to the tomb
Through fashion week, fashionistas dress like Heidi Klum
Snort balloon bags of powder an hour then I cruise
Through avenues, where they say we was born to lose
But shouldn’t talk until they walk blocks in niggas shoes
I lust for pretty bitches in designer stitches
From rags to riches, in the trench sellin' crack from benches
I come from poverty, now I crave money and all kinds of gold
School of hard knocks, I made it to the honor roll
Yellow tape, mark crime scene so call a hearse through
Words that I disperse you to dirt

[Verse 2: Nas, Nas & Aasim]
Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B
Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete

[Verse 3: Aasim]
Or black like some cherry molasses in wine glasses
Or black like the White House lamp in Barack status
Wonder why I broke black asses is paying taxes
While the 1% they got mansions up in the Hamptons
Black Aston, gettin' some head while I move through with speed
Snatchin' this diva out her Louis jeans

[Verse 4: Nas]
I’m under Gucci covers like a movie scene
Wakin' up to the Doobie Brothers "What a Fool Believes"
With matchin' furniture all Gucci, maroon and green
Italian mob said we can’t let the moolie breathe

[Verse 5: Aasim]
So I’ma shine 'til my rhymes make my jewelry freeze
Bulgari snake bracelets wrapped around my Nubi queen
The final destination, black and white diamonds, no more segregation
I bet a watch bezel could quench the thirst of several nations
But yet I’m swimmin' in heated waters with preacher's daughters
Fuckin' them off that cran' and vodka just completes my slaughter
Vicky’s secret, Polo boxers be the aftermath
My pimp is ill, should teach a master class
I’m out for cream, 'cause money may not matter to them others
But paper’s like my bitch, so I’ma chase her like a motherfucker
I might abuse her, but I choose her as my bride
And my wrath if I lose her, Lucifer couldn’t hide
Aas'll burn it down, whether in Ann's or Louis Vuitton I’m vicious
Fits is Armani vintage, fuck with them Barbie bitches

[Verse 6: Nas]
Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider
When did the rules change, y’all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game
You fire, I’m butane, Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' like black crows at pack shows
The don boy stay pristine like I’m still 17