Can't Fade Me (feat. Nas & Quan)

Yea, he he, Don Quan
 Original God's Son Nas
 That nigga Cass rules, what up baby
 Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think
 Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these
 From the bottom to the top
 From the booth to the block
 Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
 And y'all haters can't hold me, no way
 And y'all don't want to zone me, want it your way
 So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
 How I live it and whips that I be whippin'
 Smokin' on the exquisite
 In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
 Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
 Same niggaz that get down, remember them
 California style, yeah I went back again
 But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
 Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
 So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
 My man got the dot, five-oh block
 It's like the movies shots as niggaz watch
 But the American version
 East Coast, West Coast as we connect these curtains
 'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
 Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that
 Now we on the southern part of the map
 Houston, party of the year, everybody there
 Texas, no guest list, only real players allowed
 Me and my dudes make out rounds, y'all must be crazy
 Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think
 Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these
 From the bottom to the top
 From the booth to the block
 Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
 And y'all haters can't hold me, no way
 And y'all don't want to zone me, want it your way
 So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
 How I live it and whips that I be whippin'
 Smokin' on the exquisite
 V A game spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
 Chrome rims spinnin', with wood grain glistenin'
 Any amount we sippin', passion for thugs livin'
 Free, fresh and out of prison flexin' that new edition
 Good grain gettin', shit and lovin' the feelin'
 Bobby Womack singin', my wrist and rings gleaming
 Hat cocked duce, puffin' the quarter loosely
 Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the fifth of that to goosey
 Shinnin' for Swill and Halle, smokin' for Lil' Shawney
 Still reppin' bad news and all my soldiers fallen
 Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry
 See cousin hookin' money for God momma terry
 Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
 Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me
 Still got that mack milly, for niggaz actin' silly
 Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the seven cities
 Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think
 Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these
 From the bottom to the top
 From the booth to the block
 Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
 And y'all haters can't hold me, no way
 And y'all don't want to zone me, want it your way
 So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
 How I live it and whips that I be whippin'
 Smokin' on the exquisite
 Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
 I say it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right
 Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my knees
 There's no hope, that why I'm smokin' the trees
 Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my mans
 That's why theres toasters in both of my hands
 Damn and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work
 I go to the Range more than I go to church
 My whole mentality twisted but this reality isn't it
 I ain't tryin' to be fatality listed
 And yo bredrin', gettin' dough is like goin' to Heaven
 And goin' to jail, like goin' to hell
 But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
 Just send my son mo' dough in the mail
 Oh well but I got God on my side so I'm beatin' the case
 This life crazy but I'm keepin' the faith
 Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think
 Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these
 From the bottom to the top
 From the booth to the block
 Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
 And y'all haters can't hold me, no way
 And y'all don't want to zone me, want it your way
 So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
 How I live it and whips that I be whippin'
 Smokin' on the exquisite