Slick Rick Me and Nas Bring It to Your Hardest Lyrics

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real n____z that are billboard charters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest

[slick rick]
Skills provide the shows, also fright the foes
And when i step into a room, pimps hide they hoes
"is that really him?" "yes, that's his highness
And for the last time stop lookin at his fine a__"
(y'know!) h___sexuals, smirk, converse and say
"that n____ box is workin girlfriend!"
You wanna talk about a fat phrase carrier
To billionaire white chick jump the race barrier?
You know a nice girl, but i didn't want a bit of her
Sayin, "i like your slang what's with the wife, get rid of her"
Son, sony talkin j__anese
With mice like, "whattup rick? you can have my cheese kid"
I am such a heavy hitter
Even chandalier jealous off the patch ice glitter (bling!)
Rappers walkin round, strappin fearsome, here son
And remember your rap career's done

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real n____z that are billboard charters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, we'll seperate the men from the heartless
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest

[nas]
Runnin spots, pants leg tucked in my socks
Puff and lay a spread, order drinks, henn on the rocks
Wintertime sport a fox, maybe a sable
Three-quarter length mink sound right for this occasion
Heard me john blazin, see me in gangster flicks
Life is so amazin, hate to be paperless
Bill gate in this, it must be god, i'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by atf
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and rick argue about whose chain is the best
Gucci boxers, my diet changed from sushi to pastas
Wear my hat like the late sinatra's
Models pop the coochie when the spot us
Finally rappers you could be proud of, from the bronx
To queensbridge houses what? if you feel me then holla
Thug n____z, who bail be worth a million dollars, what

Trackmasters.. def jam..
Baby what the deal

[rick] slick rick, big nas yo