Peace God - Nas, The Game

Fist full of dollars in a dice game god

D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings

Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful

Gangster see gangster do I’m Langston Hughes predecessor

Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor

More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming

The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up

My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus

Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers

But they small as a shanty in a African village

Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers

Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia

You screaming like you love war

Everybody’s crazy

Somebody’s gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass

You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag

You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em

8 slug I’m bustin' no discussion or waiting

Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it’s laying

No analog it’s digital criminals turned rapper times is changing

Niggas get flashier houses more plusher

Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing

Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing

I’m light year far your mouth get all white

When I’m near you I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice stare look closely

Feel I’m who you posed to be real I know it hurts you

Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes

Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but

I know where niggas sleep;

it’s too many schemes too many plots

War plus money man I got too many spots

Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up

Not me your not ready I’m low but I be watching

We all connected so your man know my man

Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggas back on the block what

Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive

Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job

Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high

Their own my will take the contract surprise

So we play a mental game intimidation

Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying

I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day an

Since I’m famous they thinking assault rifles won’t be spraying

Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe

I got some niggas with acid get it thrown in your face

Play dirty catch your moms in J-30

Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now