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Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( /nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known mononymously as Nas ( /ˈnɑːz/), is an American rapper and actor. He is also the son of jazz musician Olu Dara. Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums since 1994, four of which topped the Billboard charts upon release and has sold over thirteen-million records in the United States alone. Nas was also part of the hip hop supergroup The Firm, which released one album under Dr. Dre's record label Aftermath. Aside from rapping, Nas is also an occasional actor and has appeared in feature films such as Hype Williams' directorial debut Belly, Ticker and In Too Deep and the television show Hawaii Five-0. more »

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Thun (Queens in the house)
Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)

Not niggas I really met through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)

Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black vest to match the dark aura
We hit the city deep in the explorer
Lookin' at The Source, wish I was the cover story
That was comin' shortly, cars back then had raw packed in
Rest in peace a few good men, the guards stalk him (Queens in the house)
I pop a bottle, we not promised tomorrow
Showin' love is the motto
Flicks a cowboy hat, strapped like Desperado's
They done lit one out the chamber, no eye or fire
Then a vegetation state when that man China died
Stomped out on 12th Street, memory fails me
Heard homie was a real G, that's what they tell me
I was the one to run through the functions, no funny actin'
And it was me that introduced Mini to money bags and (Queens in the house)
Grandmaster Vic (Queens in the house)
The DJ's Disco Twins (Queens in the house)
From the towers to Promenade (Queens in the house)
Host a party up at Starlets, they know Queens in the house
No beef with rivals, they playin' "Ether" on TIDAL
Brothers can do anythin' when they decide to win a Range Rover
Dissectin' bars from "Takeover"
Sometimes I text Hova, like, "Nigga, this ain't over", laughin'
I had to hold it down for Queens, 'cause I overvalue fiends
Shout to Brooklyn, all between, hoods be overlappin'
Subways be stacked and I ain't been on a train in decades
And I can still hear the wheels on the tracks (Queens in the house)
Feel the beat brakes, serial defaced for Jinx
The license I carry still ain't safe in New York state
It's still a lot of ways to manage the life expectancy average
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really matters
So who are you when they turn off all the cameras?
With me, you know the answers (Queens in the house)
Go ask Tony Bennett (Queens in the house)
Terrace on the park, they gotta know (Queens in the house)
DJ Clue, Envy, and Camillo (Queens in the house)
Where are my most beautiful queens in the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
For a second, I'm on some shit, like it was back in the days
When dudes'd really put that thing up to your rib cage
And pull a switch blade, do anythin', it's the 'Bridge way
But I go stu', roll through, just sold out the O2
Piece on my neck in a Hi Tech Polo suit (Queens in the house)
Drove down Vanwick, Colosseum in Stan Smiths
Tan blick in the desert brick town where my man's live

Not niggas I really met through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)

No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt

I'm on some shit, boy, make it a classic tonight
That money gettin' burrowed, 'bout that action, that's right
Thunderous (what up Thunny-Thun-Thun?)
Mad thunderous (okay now)
Manhattan keeps on makin' it (yeah)
Brooklyn keeps on takin' it (yeah)
Bronx keeps creatin' it (yeah)
And Queens keep on cakin' it
Shouts to the West side
To the Six Burrow, far rocks
Southside and Northside (Queens in the house)

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