Nas - Big Things

[Verse 1] Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass blown up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But he know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things [1st Chorus] I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things [Verse 2] When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga now Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! [1st Chorus] [Verse 3] I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jaw And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gunin the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gor