(Nas)
Yo... Ill Will

(T. Knibbs)
its your boy tknibbs and C.L.

(Nas)
straight like that
(Blame God.. Blame God he blew breathe in my lungs)


(Chris Louis)
Check how I flew across seas..
People tried to cross me
Started seeing who I am
Now they can't get off me
frying in the pan..and
now I can't get off heat
Burnt from this life
But I use to be raw meat

Damn..
Don't they ever realize
that the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
The past doesn't predict
The future in my eyes

Creator of the earth, the fruit was our demise.
They ruthless with the lies
So who do you despise?
If my actions speaks louder
Louder than these words can
Tellin me they cut
As if I was a surgeon
General warning, words born from my breathe
if you take that away I guess I'm marked for death
Its always sex, money, drugs,murder, women andn alcohol..
But where would most of yall be without it all?
Guess that would be your downfall

(Chorus)

(Nas)
You a killer or a hustler
dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster an old nigga
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke nigga
Know you all relate to this shit that i wrote niggas
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back
That eventually, we be all bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House
My niggas control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted
Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit
Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
So I'm on point, strapped, prepare for gunplay
Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar
Ready to blast ,nigga gave me dap said I feel ya
Can't believe how my life changed
From the hood, the first time in my life I can say i did the right thing.

(Chorus)


(T. Knibbs)
Don't ask me cause he gettin money tax free
them W2's got nothin on you
yearly figures like them mathletes running laps
no track meet, don't gas me
ill stay ahead of the game
your new track so last week
stay a few steps, so past peak
its understandable you cant speak
any one of these could be my last speech
made my name in jersey, ask peeps
i know they cant stand me
so we staying underground
now they come around when they gasp for me
in the Abyss sippin brandy
VSOP yea you know me.
We cruise... Reclined in leather
Staying low key..
heated seats still chill, any weather
dudes coming at me they aint gettin any better
while im settin every measure
cant say its a lack of effort
and you can blame God, blame whoever
Im here to stay
how it is today
what they fear to play
even if i quit
these MP3's will still exist
so put your tears away.

(Chorus)


(Chris Louis)
Yea blame God..

You know it really doesn't matter where we are at man.
Overseas, you know UK, Denmark, Italy, France, whatever man its like New Jersey, New York South Carolina. They can blame God.. We are gonna keep doing this shit.. You know..
Blame God.