Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine (I dream topless, I live topless) Like my girl is the game with her titties out (I dream topless, I live topless) Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
[Verse 2: Eminem] My motto is live by the bottle, so why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded, but I still reach for the sky, though Ghetto idol, I think, but what do I know? Shit, I know a lot more than I should The hood stood by me just like I thought it would Don't act like I'm Hollywood when I probably could I don't polly, Muhammad Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West coast, the home of the body bag The shotty, the mag, Los Angeles, where the party at? You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at Yeah, Andre is back, so have a cardiac Started back with the black, Raiders starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically fucking started that Everyday with this game I'm getting smarter at Sky's the limit so every time I get on the track
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[Verse 3: Nas] Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin' Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then You can journey with me to different places by listenin' Shitting on them, your brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind My genetic code make up, murderer by design On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, try'na keep the ocean by me Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless