[REAL HOT] Nas Feat The Game - Hustla

[Nas]
Yeah...

[Nas]
Dre, he a Compton, Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB, QB true G, do the history

[Nas - Verse 1]
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to ya face
The one kid that would have been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like, every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of heaven for your ears
Relax, sippin Cliquot and Rio, stupid fuckers
Low key know G's but its still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with gray eyes
Wrestle in a tub of K-Y to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why?, Cuz I can vision
Collages of images of my lives with no regrets or hate
So every breath I take, Is all about the rules
Its hard for you to breath like you at high altitude
So crack the Patrone, its own hevens
The God's back, hard body, Mr. Jones never leave!

[Chorus]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast then oh yea

[Bridge- Nas / [The Game]]
He a Compton, Compton O.G.
[Mix that with a QB, QB True G, whatcha got]
Suckin cocks enough some different ghetto blocks
[West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots]
He a Compton, Compton O.G.
[Mix that with a QB, QB true G, whatcha got]
Suckin cocks enough some different ghetto blocks
[West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gun]- (Gunshot)

[The Game - Verse 2]
1995,Eleven years from the day
Im in the record shop with choices to make
Illmatic on the top shelf, The Chronic on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a 20 on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the 20 on a dub-sack
Ripped the package of Illmatic and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a New York state of mind
Inside the dope house, bottlin up Sherm'
Banging The Firm, Dre was king then, so I waited my turn
Fast-forward now I'm making 'em burn
Endin my peers careers, holla'd at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin with niggas, cuz I'd Ether'd the niggas
Comb the Earth till theres no-one left
If I ruled the world, I'd summon all you weak rap niggas to death

[Bridge- Nas / [The Game]]
He a Compton, Compton O.G.
[Mix that with a QB, QB True G, whatcha got]
Suckin cocks enough some different ghetto blocks
[West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots]

[Nas - Verse 3]
Yo, the Jordan's sportin
Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin, you a walkin coffin
The musket, I tucked it, you bluff it, I bust it
Youre sideways talkin, so why lay off him
I wait patient, to duct-tape hatin
Fuck-ass niggas get bucked, ass niggas
Pluck ashes, of Cuban cigars, you foolin with Nas
Thats inane, and I came, with groupies this time
And if Im sayin that, so, playin movies the bomb
Word to my Mom's name tattooed on my arm
You cant revolve me, embalm me, call me, or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets Im bustin
See thats malarkey, you yappin
I open up the tri-pod, to put the Gatlin on, and I start clappin
Nasty man from baggin grams and runnin from cops
To a mill in the hand, a mill on the watch, Im fuckin with Doc

[Chorus]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast then oh yea