Nas feat. 50 Cent – Office Hours (Official Audio)

GRAMMY-Award winning rap icon Nas is back with Magic 2. Produced by Nas’ longtime collaborator Hit-Boy, Magic 2 features 10 brand new tracks including new song “Office Hours” featuring 50 Cent and bonus track “One Mic, One Gun” featuring 21 Savage.

 

LYRICS

 

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Yeah, yeah

No reason to stop Sh*t just flowin’ like water (Let it float) Bruce Lee said

be like water Flow like water Just coast Hip Hop’s back Esco they know over 808s

I’m fatal over samples I go Yayo, Crack Music like the Ye song

I’m plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin’ like prenatal 70s I played with Play-Doh

All I see a bunch of Fredos Godfather, they on payroll

They on go when I say so Not to kill, not a halo

They gon’ build, plant tomatoes in the field

Not O.J. though , white truck, negotiator on the phone

Talkin’ paper, office hours all day tho I’m from the hood that started the YERRR

Go and check it do your research I started the surge

That big necklace sh*t After the 80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it

Chest is lit Freezin’ I’m polar vortexin’ it Now they quiz me, am

I gonna step from the business

A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist

Without a numbing needle I feed the people ‘cuz

I love the people Two series at once, yeah let’s run the sequel

If I really got it dumb it down for some of yall That’s that Magic & KD at the same time (Not Dumber or Dumber)

This ain’t a Dumb or Dumber sequel Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey’s my mans (Yeah)

But here’s the plan Multitasker I don’t need an OG pass

See my trajectory is everlasting, like Curtis Jackson

Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade I’m surprised that I acted that way

A baby Mac-10 on my ‘yac sh*t Carhartt in the cold

Don’t get confused or used or let them barter your soul

Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas

We the reason you spelling NY with capital letters, listen

And for those who want my position

You gotta step inside a time machine come back with a vengeance

You should go study my analytics I shouted people on verses that ain’t deserve it

When it’s turf sh*t I stand on business

Shout to the ones to whom I gave passes

Could’ve been a lot of graves full of caskets

Damn I’m a good guy For that I think I’m blessed more

All these Fredos could’ve been added to the death score

There’ll be Second Line dancin’ on St Charles Street New Orleans

band was jammin’ playin’ a raw beat

They gon’ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat

Like his arteries clogged from feasting on some hard meat Innocent victim

Stick ‘em, get ‘em, book ‘em, good you got ‘em Glad you took ‘em Black and wasn’t lookin’

Headshot Drill shit up the pole

Pure sh*t, 40 Glock Kill snitch, run, but you still hit

Ratpack ‘em, jump ‘em, gun butt ‘em, rub ‘em He fight back, snuff ‘em

This sh*t ain’t ‘bout nuttin’ You saw it but you ain’t seen sh*t This is

Queens sh*t No Ifs Ands or Buts in between sh*t It’s 50 nigga

You already know how I get when I get on my bullsh*t Ha ha ha

He’s tweakin’ and geekin’ Ha, ha Southside n*gga QB n*gga yeah

So what we gonna do Where Jungle at?

What we gonna do We stayin’ in here or we goin’ out

Sh*t we should go out we rich as a muthaf*cka

Esco they know over 808s or fatal over samples I go

Yayo, Crack Music like the Ye song I’m plugged in

Jumper cables, trap, bumpin’ like prenatal 70s I played with

Play-Doh All I see a bunch of Fredos All I see a bunch of

Fredos All I see a bunch of Fredos All I All I see is a bunch of

Fredos Ha, ayo Fif I might put my next album out on

G-Unit You let ‘em slap you around out here

You can’t let ‘em slap you around out here it’s bad for the family

They put a hand on you, you put two on them F*ckin’ Fredos

One thing I hate is a f*cking Fredo It’s bad for the family