For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones


Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman

Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate
Similar to movin weight out of state

Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, "I bury all @@#!roaches"
Stare in his face, Stomp-in on bustas like Kirk Franklin
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"

Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child support when me and my divorce

Some of y'all cats in the game look confused
Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?
Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when

oh-three-one is gangbangin in Brooklyn

[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"

To all my live ones, not my shook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones

[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"

Uhh, Music to Driveby

I puff the Black & Mild, crusin on a Harley - flickin ashes

Givin crazy baldheads the finger like Bob Marley
Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word
See ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords

Uncle Sam wanna play me on some
"All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies"
Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists

they keep a brother fightin federal cases, "ju know"
I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick - so I sharpen it...
and stuck Ron Goldman

If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right
Sometimes I'd rather have two !@()s than five mics
See I'm fat, my %#@! is mo' John Blaze than that

I got John Blaze %#@!, and then I was un-recognized, and then $#&@ that
Who is you to be askin me questions?
Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin ^!$$%z intestines


[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
To all my live ones, not the shook ones

[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"

Music to live by, music to die by
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
Uhh, Music to Driveby


Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture trick
But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the... damn!

Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip, with a pop feel appeal to it
I'm so for real to it
I cream it, wet dream it

Support it like a Wonder Bra, when I bust like cleavage
Eff a spot lock up, I rock three-quarter top Nikes
on the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes

Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace
No bail, no release, from Inglewood court
South to La Brea then East to the Pen, handcuffed

I shoulda jumped off the roof like Mack 10
Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck
Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest

Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon
You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn


[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
To all my live ones, not my shook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"

To all the riders, not the hook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
Uhh, Music to Driveby...


...To all my live ones, not my shook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"

Music to live by, music to die by
[Nas] "Understandable smooth %#@! that murderers move with"
Uhh, Music to Driveby