Can't Fade Me

Yea, hehe. Don Quan Original God's Son Nas. That nigga Ca*s rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] 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 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 [Nas] In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope Pretty Hawaian 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 soothern part of the map Houston, party of the year, everybody there Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, pa*sion 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 Newz, and all my soldiers fallen Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry See cousin hookin money, for God momentary 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 in every city [Chorus: Quan] [Ca*sidy] 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 [Chorus: Quan]