NaS - War (off that DJ Clue Professional Part 3)

yeh...Yeeh
Squinted eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper
platinum patrone drakers, stackin' that grown paper
God pushed me out his nuts
the Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts
fell down into a Louis Vetton truck with stashboxes
and niccas in their sayin' blast Nas ish
drove down harms way, puffin' that b0mbay
QB thug, tattoo on my arm say, names of my fam
so I'ma read you a scripture and command this to get you richer
Bandana, hammers, macks and ninas
with the mismatched Puma's like Shan in Queensbridge
all white Shell-toes, that's that Queens thing
Brightlin, ice wine, call that weed sling
know where G's sling
and the chickes with b0mb[..]
that slurp on me and my comrads
got a new contract, come on black
ish y'all just gettin up on em, beyond that
good time for krumbs, I really don't see them
they just started living, just started havin' threesomes
just started havin' girls who like them
that's why I got married cause my world ain't like them
so why they keep tellin those stories
nicca y'all square nicca, this is my year nicca