1 2 3 4 You want a part of me You want the whole thing You want to feel something more than I could ever bring You want it badly You want it tangled I want to feel something more than I was strangled I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll? She wants it hallow She wants it tainted She wants to feel something more than she was naked You want to hide away You're scared to touch it I want to feel something more than I care to take I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll? She wants your image She wants your kiss She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is You want it badly You want it so completely I want to feel something more 'cause I can't fuckin' breathe I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

Whatever happened to the bookstore Why did they ever shut the door People don't want to read anymore Or was it that way before Now I only check the headline As if there was a deadline To know the least of anything I need to quiet down and think Whatever happened to the bookstore Is this the new way to be I'm always looking at my TV phone And I forgot how to see Now I cannot shoot the messenger Because the message isn't real It's just a picture on my TV phone I'll never know how it feels You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You think you're social when you're all alone Whatever happened to humanity Type the missive to your TV phone Is it society or batteries You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now Whatever happened to my singing soul How did we ever lose the poetry I'm gonna blow up all the TV phones And you can find me at the library

Everybody knows when you go to the show you can't take the kids along You've gotta read the paper and know the code of GPG and R and X And you gotta know what the movie's about before you even go Tex Ritter's gone and Disney's dead and the screen is filled with sex Whatever happened to Randolph Scott ridin' the train alone Whatever happened to Gene and Tex and Roy and Rex the Durango Kid Oh whatever happened to Randolph Scott his horse plain as could be Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the best of me (Guitar) Everybody's tryin' to make a comment about our doubts and fears True Grit's the only movie I've really understood in years You gotta take your analyst along to see if it's fit to see Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the industry Whatever happened to Johnny Mack Brown and Alan Rocky Lane Whatever happened to Lash LaRue I'd love to see them again Whatever happened to Smiley Burnette Tim Holt and Gene Autry Whatever happened to all of these has happened to the best of me Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the industry

Nas: {Verse One} What? Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine No pal of mine Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street Watch how honey in the Lex do it I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos You can look, but don't touch we bad news AZ: {Verse Two} American Me, elgancy, treasury Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong Select features, sit back connect the pieces Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere Me & my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear Presidential Suites at the Tangiere CHORUS: Nas: How you livin' on your block? AZ: Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? Nas: I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot? AZ: Same shit dun Nas: Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top AZ: Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked Nas: Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop AZ: {Verse Three} VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin' Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress & See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin' Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession Never want for questions, every move made is destined Black professors, let's take it back to the essence Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin' Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin' Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon Chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup Switched up, slow goin', gold showin' Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin' Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin' Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year Nas: {Verse Four} Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster See me at the Copa, platinum choka The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me Pick one out of two dimes to twist me New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit That's strictly made for cats whose rich Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6 Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted But don't get it confused over this rap shit Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date Y'all playa hate this To fly for female singers who get face lifts & Fake titties We rule the world & take cities I dreamed of this son Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes And fiends of the slum (Wor) CHORUS AZ (Nas): (Unh... What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change (Un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game From a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name) We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un) AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}: You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game (Firm Biz, Firm Biz... un... Total Package) Niggas know that the game don't stop From the Coke game to the Dope game Fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un) That the game don't stop, from the Coke game To the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un) Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz) From the Coke game to the Dope game AZ: Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop From the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name