Nas, 50 Cent — Office Hours

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah No reason to stop, ah That shit just flowin' like water Let it float Bruce Lee said, "Be like water, flow like water" Just coast Don't even think about that Hip Hop's back Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples I go yayo, crack music like the yezos, I'm plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos Godfather, they on payroll, they on go, when I say so Not to kill, not a halo They gon' build, plant tomatoes in the field Now those Jada white negotiator on the phone Talkin' paper, officе hours all day though I'm from the hood that started the YERRR (YERRR) Go and chеck and do your research, I started the surge That big necklace shit After the 80's, after Rakim, I resurrected it Chest is lit, freezin', I'm polar vortexin' it Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? (Uh-huh) A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist (Sheesh) Without a numbin' needle I feed the people 'cause I love the people Two series at once, yeah, let's run the sequel If I really gotta dumb it down for some of y'all That's that Magic and KD at the same time Not Dumber or Dumber This ain't a Dumb or Dumber sequel Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey's my mans (Yeah) But here's the plan Multitasker I don't need an OG pass See my trajectory is everlastin' like Curtis Jackson Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade I'm surprised that I acted that way A baby MAC-10, on my yak shit Carhartt in the cold Don't get confused or used or let them bother your soul Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas We the reason you spell "NY" with capital letters, listen And for those who want my position You gotta step inside a time machine, come back with a vengeance You should go study my analytics I shouted people on verses that ain't deserve it When it's turf shit, I stand on business Shout to the ones at home, I gave passes Could've been a lot of graves full of caskets Damn, I'm a good guy For that I think I'm blessed more All these Fredos could've been added to the death score There'll be second line dancin' on St. Charles Street New Orleans band was jammin', playin' a raw beat They gon' miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat Like his arteries clogged from feastin' on some hard meat (Haha) Innocent victim Stick 'em, get 'em, book 'em Good you got 'em, glad you took 'em Black and wasn't lookin', headshot Drill shit up the pole, peel shit, .40 Glock Kill switch, run, bitch, you still hit Ratpack 'em, jump 'em, gun butt 'em, rub 'em He fight back, slump him This shit ain't 'bout nothin' You saw it but you ain't seen shit This is Queens shit No ifs, ands or buts in between shit It's 50, nigga You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit (Ha, haha) Niggas tweakin' and geekin' (Uh, uh) Southside, nigga, QB nigga, yeah So what we gon' do? Where Jungle at? What we gon' do? We stayin' in here? Or we goin' out? Shit, we should go out, we rich as a motherfucka Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples I go yayo, crack music like the yezos, I'm plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato 70's I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos All I see is a bunch of Fredos All I see is a bunch of Fredos, all I All I see is a bunch of Fredos, ha Ha, ayo Fif', I might put my next album out on G-Unit You let 'em slap you around out here You can't let 'em slap you around out here, it's bad for the family They put a hand on you, you put two on them Fuckin' Fredos One thing I hate is a fuckin' Fredo It's bad for the family