Nas - Death Row East

Ayy hold up, come on, whoa
Right back at this
Right back, right back
Hold up, whoa

High on life, drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller
Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin’ the order, I’m prayin’ God delivers

I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook
At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets