Nas and Rick Ross - It's a Tower Heist

Born in NYC beastin'
The lord left me no choice
Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts
Criminal courts father forgive
I wanna die like Godfather did
Standing in lineups I'm paying lawyers
Ain't trying to bid
Alliances surveillance watching 'em
Careful when plottin'
My boys were captured on video
Farewell to my partners
Ski masks and fake tags in
Case the car was spotted
Lavish hotels, Central Park West
Fly apartments - let's rob it
Forensics get us sentenced so we the smartest
It's livest as Saturday night as
I load up a cartridge
Let off the fully, got alibis
No need to worry done right
We don't see the prosecutors or grand jury
Reputed mobster style, take the money and run
Count it in warehouses
Leave town and live 100 years like crocodiles
Straight up NYC like a Mets fitted
This a tower heist
Even Donald Trump can get it

You want respect, money and power, right?
Well let's ride tonight it's a tower heist

I got my shades on, got my money in my pocket
Got my J's on, spend a hundred for my watch
I feel amaz-on
It's a jungle in these streets
Choppers be going "bang"
Your people need be deceased
Everyday is war
Living legends you must applaud
So light my cigar
Or for the foreigners living large
Dealin' straight raw
The Mercedes in my garage
Your girl on my dick and I
May just feel like menage
I came for the cash
Me and Nas behind the mask
Cause, bitch, it's a heist
Give me ice or lose your life
My profit's so nice me and
Dog gon' count it twice
It's poppin' tonight, roll the weed
Give me a light - UGH!

Written by:
CHRISTOPHE BECK, NASIR JONES, SALAAM REMI, RICK ROSS

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