Queens Get The Money lyrics

Ayo,
Queens get the money
Nigga is still screaming
+"Paper chasing"+
But presidential candidates
Is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach
Let my words massage it and rub it
Ill be his daddy if theres nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun
With someone
Above her years
Niggas is still hatin
Talking that NaS done fell off with rhyming,
He rather floss with diamonds
They pray Please God, let him spit that uzi and the army linin
That shorty doowop
Rollin oowops
In the park reclining
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and
They out of alignment
My assignment
Since he said +retirement+
Hiding behind +8 Mile+
And +The Chronic+
+Get's Rich But Dies Rhymin'+
This is high science
Now add 23 more
For Queens to be more
Im over they heads
Like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now thats +5