You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya

Downtown, downtown (downtown) You don't want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towards What you see is what you get girl Don't ever forget girl Ain't seen nothing yet until you're

Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You want to ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat