Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake *** DJ's and **** like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the mother***kin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ***, Q.B. Braveheart *****

Was cl***ified as the ******* who died
Rumors say I came back alive with an axe
And attacked *****s actin' like Nas
My p***ion is to capitalize

Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the p***engers side
My words turn the sea red
Like the eyes of a weed head

Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than astronauts
I talk it and live it

Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' like you ill
Gets yourself torchered by killers
In New York I'm the realest
Predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods

AK's, Berettas
My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Rammin' *****s like St. Louis, we dough getters
And ya'll *****s is losers, nothin' ***kin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us

When ya'll *****s fall
And start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall
I'm on Times Square on New Years with **** Clark droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing
Princess cut chains

I bend *****es like bike frames
My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans
Givin' nice brains in a white Range
Pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame

I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas
Jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi tries to peep us

Disguised with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus p***ports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy

Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most popular ****, *****s knockin' my ****
Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz
Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians

I hit it of course, I did it to floss
The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, *****s think I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a ***** cold waxin' her

I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
P*** 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
Till I meet a gangsta *****, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the ****

***k street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp *****s with hard bottoms in casinos
A Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, ***** reload
We keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo