Mobb Deep, Nas - Pour The Henny

Yeah, yo, yeah, uh Lord, forgive me, pour the Henny, punish many, my word bond Not James Bond, the money penny, talk friendly, or the Desi make confetti In the cut like machete 'til I'm ready, QB baby, we rise to the occasion Didn't know niggas is soon to be awakened Out they sleep with the truth in they faces Yellin', "Fuck the world," I'm out here makin' new races Middle finger to a racist, hear 'em out, tell a coward take ten paces Limestone over the body, no traces, just the basics, the other way, fake shit Stay gripped, life my main bitch, protect that Tell you what it is, just that you-ain't-gotta-guess rap Everything a lesson, to a fool, it's a setback Shorty love my style, guess where she keeps her legs wrapped, nigga (yeah) Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories Writin' in my nocturnal journal to a dark beat On a cold dark night, I came up with these Four hundred words that best describe me And my lifestyle, I'm not like you, I'm unique In the twilight, I shine bright and get my mind right I was born under the full moon, and I'll die starin' up at the cosmos Laid out 'til my heart come to a stop and then my eyes close I lived a full life, don't cry for me A real-life king of New York, the top of the heap I did songs with Mary J. Blige, my nigga Mariah Carey, Big Pun, and Nas, my nigga Ah, I did tours with Biggie Smalls, my nigga Eminem, 50 Cent, I did it all, my nigga The shows, the hotels, and the after parties When that sun goes down, yeah The moon shine for me, 'cause (yeah) Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories You could be bored to death or either die laughin' Both while you're still livin', hopeful in high fashion Talk what I've been through in life, what I encountered It's sorta like blowin' a trumpet, makin' announcements A sermon that's disturbin' to a serpent A blessin' to anyone in attendance as soon as you hear the verbiage I'm Mr. Throw-Your-Frame-In-A_Stretcher-If-You-Deserve-It Reverse prophetic, I saw your truth hittin' in verses Whatever come out of Satan mouth is a lie perverted It's hell out here, so keep God close on purpose Life is a small hill to a mountain climber I'm a ten-time champion, real-life survivor I've been on the ropes a few times Probably been almost smoked a few times But everything will evolve in due time (due time) I know that this ending is not the end Just some new beginnings for P, we pour out some Hen', we miss you (yeah) Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories