With Me

Niggas, y'all be with me to the end

Real niggas that convince me, we true friends

From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans

For you I let my clips empty, you understand?

[Noreaga:]

Half gal' of Henny liquor fuck up my liver

I could do without it, I smoke sour

And yeah I'm God body, I'm in tune with the objects

Dead pictures under the benches in all projects

And I don't care what the mayor say

It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway

And sometimes I wan' stay away

And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway

But everything okay today

Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not

Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet Salam

I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious

Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches

Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture

No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers

I'm authentic, organic, I recognise imposters

[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]

[Nas:]

Yo, if my niggas got drama, I'll murder for them

I get caught, I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"

God forbid, my niggas die, then I'll murder for them

For every one of mine you take I'm killing ten of your men

My niggas struggling, share the same pain as me

Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me

On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me

Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me

If my niggas get caught, they know I'll be there

Look behind your shoulder in trial, I'll be there

Help you post bail when you sentenced, I'll be there

I'll hold fort till you come back, I solemnly swear

Fuck models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out

At the gate pick you up, you drive the Hum' out

License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces

If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it

[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]

All my niggas rolling with me to the end

Real niggas that convince me, we true friends

From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans

For you I let my clips empty, you understand?

[Capone:]

True friends nigga, CNN, God's Son

Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up

Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial

Favor for a favor, that's how I'm on it

You wet mine, I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it

I send a wreath to foes with condolences

Emotionless when I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid

A loyal nigga like Kane and Purnell

My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

For my niggas, ain't no telling who I'll give it to

We the same blood type? I'll give my liver too

Revenge is a promise, that shit is biblical

I got five, you got two and a half though

We split everything down the middle like ash yo

You don't fuck with none of my niggas then don't speak to me

Frequently I like to "Buckshots" like Evil Dee