In the room i be the flyest Smoke good get the highest On the highway i be flying I get high to cool my mind Put a beat on get to slidin Too hurt dont feel like smilin Feel like batman i be glidin Feel like new york cause im wyldin See theses nigga tryna ruin my day But i wont come outside See theses niggas they be wit you but they aint by yo side Thats yo nigga say he wit it but he aint finna slide And His momma need a tissue cause that lil nigga dying Im da man now I got bands now Ima throw a couple ones make ha dance now And if you homie talking shit we gon lay em down And we aint fucking wit no hose but we gon spray em down Aye you know that nigga memo he dont play around Ima roll up a wood and put a j around it If a nigga talkin head fuck around and out a price up on it And we gon wet a nigga up go put sum rice up on it Heard yo nigga wit the feds and you still condone it You aint really livin like that lets be real homie Aint see them price tags on them mikes and i still want it I talk my shit up on the mic im gon kill on it She aint let you hit all you did was feel on it If its me against the world ill put a mill on it And if theses niggas talking shit ill put a drill on it In the room i be the flyest Smoke good get the highest On the highway i be flying I get high to cool my mind Put a beat on get to slidin Too hurt dont feel like smilin Feel like batman i be glidin Feel like new york cause im wyldin See theses nigga tryna ruin my day But i wont come outside See theses niggas they be wit you but they aint by yo side Thats yo nigga say he wit it but he aint finna slide His momma need a tissue cause that lil nigga dying

Word word word word [Nas] I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces Check out my jewelry pound in your faces Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Mashochists Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you Fallen angel after them halos Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like entenmann's Like the brightest, the flyest [Chorus] You got to be the flyest I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them Jeans, but you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but You work it like that [Nas] Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe Spandex for money, I stay on the tight G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight Elbow out the left window, okays on the right Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right Hilton style, billionaire boys club Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust When I hit them full thrust, full throttle [Chorus] [Nas] Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life To move an eight, every night was my passion Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin' It's at my mind, just a mystery school Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools Mami hit me with some moves I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants I been okay with these warmers Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous [Chorus] Move your waist girl. Yeah yeah (x2) You got to be Nas's Angel You can be Charlie's Angel You can be Nas's Angel

Word around town I'm the man nigga Break that bitch down to the grounds nigga 16 o's in a pair nigga, quarter back drop, touch down nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga N-next day air, no ground nigga Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast Now I'm moving weight like gym class Broke her down every bag like Sinbad How I get this bread mind your bizness Set it on sight, and I go half price Dough got my bread on your head no lights Wrap it up good no smell, that's right Cut the box open, no Jordan that's flight Shit look good, so I'm stacking numbers Next morning another tracking number Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down Tricking off field go I need a touchdown Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting Send, send the shit over trying to see bread And if I say how I said it, I'ma see face Ain't trying get myself cold nigga When I throw the passes, it's colt nigga Met a bitch at the club, I'm trying see her She could my new wide receiver No photo, we don't play text No smell wrapped up like safe sex Fast life no slow down nigga Move weight like my car broke down nigga No rare thang good, no doubt Long as niggas don't run around routes Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting