"Cause when I flow for the street.."
"Who else could it be.."
"Nas.."

[Nas]:
Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beer
Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered the Rubik's Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long time ago, John Boy ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin' his sess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychos, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Little Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin' in front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin'
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin'
Livin' carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily
Ya'll actin' like some old folks ya'll don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood

[Chorus 2x]:
"Cause when I flow for the street.."
"Who else could it be..."
"N-A-S"
"Nas..."
"Resurrect through the birth of my seed..."
"Queensbridge"
"Make everything right..."
"Get yours, nigga..."

[Nas]:
Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew
They break his mom's furniture, watchin' Comic View
Got babies by different ladies high smokin's L's
In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin' on, different benches like it's musical chairs
All his people moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
With young dudes it's them he wanna be like
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood

[Chorus]

[Nas]:
Baby girl she's alway talkin' name droppin' hangin' late
Drinkin' smokin' hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin'
E poppin' Ecstasy takin', won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations
Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay workin', mad pur-ty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin' she the same person, never matures
All her friends married doin' well
She's in the streets yakkity-yakkin' like she was 12
Honey is 27, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, for life, guess she's in her second childhood

[Chorus]

"Who else could it be..."
"N-A-S"
"Nas..."