| Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G | |
| I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G | |
| Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G | |
| I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G | |
| [Nas] | |
| She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless | |
| Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this | |
| Showed me how excitin life is | |
| I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks | |
| The sheistiest, put you on they heist list | |
| How we met it must have been fate | |
| First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak | |
| She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid | |
| How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid | |
| She said she want to have a family raise kids someday | |
| Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day | |
| I can get with that I drop you off home | |
| I call you hit me back | |
| I wanna dig that and did I? I did that | |
| Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had | |
| You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats | |
| You precious more precious than lost treasure | |
| Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Nas] | |
| I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail | |
| Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice | |
| And it's the day that your father give you away | |
| to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand | |
| Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to | |
| Now, look me in my eyes and say I do | |
| Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates | |
| We can spend our honeymoon in the states | |
| You can throw your friend the bouquet | |
| Somethin in the back of my head say | |
| For us two, maybe 'cause I love you | |
| Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you | |
| As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you | |
| Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful | |
| Deeper and harder love layin new with you | |
| Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by | |
| while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Nas] | |
| She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's | |
| Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas | |
| Thug ones to those soft as baby shit | |
| She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips | |
| Til one day she decided to flip | |
| It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit | |
| Started talkin this divorcin shit | |
| I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake | |
| Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that | |
| Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that | |
| Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that | |
| All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass | |
| Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look | |
| With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook | |
| For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too | |
| You my queen God bless you | |
| [Chorus 2X to fade] |
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