[Intro: Polow da Don] ~#**************#~ QB ~#**************#~ Where the fuck yall at? ~#**************#~ Ha, ha ~#**************#~ Yeah, lets go ~#**************#~ Gets Money ~#**************#~ [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] ~#**************#~ Chain gleamin, switchin lanes, two-seater ~#**************#~ Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) ~#**************#~ Cant leave it, the game needs him ~#**************#~ Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) ~#**************#~ So in Gods Son we trust ~#**************#~ ‘Cause they know Ima give em what they want ~#**************#~ They lookin for a hero ~#**************#~ I guess that makes me a hero ~#**************#~ [Verse 1: Nas] ~#**************#~ Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen ~#**************#~ Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher ~#**************#~ Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor ~#**************#~ Workin like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya ~#**************#~ And of course Ive been the boss since back when ~#**************#~ Rockin D Boy, Fila velour in a one-ninety black Benz ~#**************#~ Now they shut down the stores when Im shoppin ~#**************#~ Used to be train robbin, face covered in stockin—Im him ~#**************#~ [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] ~#**************#~ Chain gleamin, switchin lanes, two-seater ~#**************#~ Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) ~#**************#~ Cant leave it, the game needs him ~#**************#~ Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) ~#**************#~ So in Gods Son we trust ~#**************#~ ‘Cause they know Ima give em what they want ~#**************#~ They lookin for a hero ~#**************#~ I guess that makes me a hero ~#**************#~ [Verse 2: Nas] ~#**************#~ Rubber-grip-holder, reloader ~#**************#~ Come at me, Ima rip your soldiers in half ~#**************#~ Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag ~#**************#~ Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, Im nasty ~#**************#~ All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy ~#**************#~ And every time I close my lids ~#**************#~ I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge ~#**************#~ I can still see the dreams that my niggas aint never lived to see ~#**************#~ Tell them angels open the door for me ~#**************#~ From nine Berettas and movin raw ~#**************#~ To chillin in wine cellars, sticks and humidors ~#**************#~ Thats what I call mature ~#**************#~ Thats what I call a G, thats what I call a pimp ~#**************#~ Thats what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit ~#**************#~ I try to make more cream ~#**************#~ By every September 14th, thats my dream ~#**************#~ So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly ~#**************#~ I can see things more clearly, thats why they fear me (lets go!) ~#**************#~ [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] ~#**************#~ Chain gleamin, switchin lanes, two-seater ~#**************#~ Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) ~#**************#~ Cant leave it, the game needs him ~#**************#~ Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) ~#**************#~ So in Gods Son we trust ~#**************#~ ‘Cause they know Ima give em what they want ~#**************#~ They lookin for a hero ~#**************#~ I guess that makes me a hero ~#**************#~ [Verse 3: Nas] ~#**************#~ This universal apartheid, Im hog-tied, the corporate side ~#**************#~ Blockin yall from goin to stores and buyin it ~#**************#~ First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin with it ~#**************#~ But Newsweek article startled big wigs ~#**************#~ They said “Nas, why is he tryin it?” ~#**************#~ My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin ~#**************#~ Forgettin Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin ~#**************#~ Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow ~#**************#~ Try tellin Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel ~#**************#~ They cant sing whats in their soul ~#**************#~ So “Untitled” it is ~#**************#~ I never change nothin, but people remember this ~#**************#~ If Nas cant say it, think about these talented kids ~#**************#~ With new ideas bein told what they can and cant spit ~#**************#~ I cant sit and watch it, so shit, Ima drop it ~#**************#~ Like it or not, you aint gotta cop it ~#**************#~ Im a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio ~#**************#~ No matter what the CD called, Im unbeatable yall, lets go! ~#**************#~ [Outro: Polow da Don] ~#**************#~ Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don