Let 'Em Hang - Lake, Nas, V12

Uh, yea, it’s like that

They wanna know how nigga do it, you knowhati’masayin

I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit

Why I ain’t got that, you knowhati’msayin

Fuck nigga get on your job, nigga let your nuts hang beeitch

Check it out though

Yo, fools decompose they coffins, hoes creeping with bosses

No sleeping my fortunes breaking they thick thinking of loses

Taxes and IRS government gangstas

But I’m a scientist in love with big president faces

My residence changes from ghetto to acres

Aborting jealousy snake shit, can’t afford another felony lake bent

Driving them Porsche, niggaz saying Nas came through

With flying saucers, with some strange shoes on the tiring flossing

So now they know wanna offer 'em killing stick 'em and cost 'em

Catch him slipping, tripping get him for all his fortune

Sup with this Nas hatred, y’all can suck my dick

Got these niggaz wives naked making them fuck my fist

My mystique have the world froze

My physique got me dressed up in shell toes

Ingotalize, I inhale slow

I’m from out of town capsule some kind of portal

Spitting these rhyme at you like a ma-mortal

Lay low, lay low (lay low)

Cuz all y’all niggaz won’t (y'all niggaz)

If you come to QB you going to get murdered (murdered)

You going to get murdered (murdered)

Saying old dudes jewel me, now salute me

I’ve grew more than they ever though I would be Having no pops to mourn me, just show me God didn’t plan for another man to control me You know me from busting my gun blood

Even up in north my cell smell like Christian Dior

Before I lost my case I had to gain mastered

Been had heart now my papers starting to match it I stack til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G

And sold 20's while I rap to beast

My wifey beef over my robberies

But they put my man in the L still on the armory

Loyal to the heritage, though I put 7 in it Dudes snaked me, word to Spanky, I never snitch

I put a bullet in your face 'fore I go to Jake

Rule number 1 out here, don’t fuck with Lake

Yo, yo, yo our guns are haunted with the ghost of body

Smoke 'em like we suppose to Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty

Told you, Bravehearted we appear when it’s on Light up your block like its day time, y’all niggaz be gone

So many niggaz that’s be pursuing Nas when they spot me They be jumping out of moving cars and landing on my Tims

I tell 'em be careful don’t damage the skin

Amateurs cram around with the hopes to get glance at the end

Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives

I’m wise cuz I realize that sounds is golden

Mourn shorties from cat shack who wrote to me Living through them back then was giving hope to me

I control many, being a flossiest, most notorious

Queensbridge extortionist

Love my hood no question, I’m gonna rep it But I’m not just a QB tenant, I’m the president