Conflicted(feat. Nas) (Explicit) - Snoop Dogg/Nas

Nas/Snoop Dogg：

If God for me who could be against me

I guess all them n***as that's against me

They the ones stirrin' up the conflict

Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted

B***hes

East Coast n***as in six-fours hittin' switches

S**t

It's not a conflict of interest

Cuh them n***as with the business

West Coast n***as rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches

It's no difference

Snoop Dogg：

Neither one play games when swingin' for them fences

We want the finer things the s**t that's expensive

The s**t that hit 'em either close range or at a distance

If God for me n***a why bother

I got my game from the Godfather

Woof

Top of the food chain rock bottom

And handled my business when it was my problem

G s**t n***a flossin' with a gold chain

I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs

Bomber jacker in the winter it's a cold game

I met some East Coast n***as up in Spokane

What up

Some of the realest n***as in this d**e game

I got my curly top lookin' like Special Ed

Clean fade on the side bumpin' that redhead

Clean tags when I ride duckin' the fed-feds

East Coast n***as they get that bread-bread

You f**k with them n***as you end up dead-dead

Them West Coast n***as they leave that lead spread

And now you got bullets all in your dread head

Nas/Snoop Dogg：

If God for me who could be against me

I guess all them n***as that's against me

They the ones stirrin' up the conflict

Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted

B***hes

Still tryna f**k the riches

East Coast n***as in six-fours hittin' switches

S**t

It's not a conflict of interest

Cuh them n***as with the business

West Coast n***as rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches

It's no difference

Snoop Dogg：

Fourth and inches

I'm finna hit a lick and handle business

I got a down b***h she real vicious

Rock-a-bye baby no witness

This is not even a conflict

You n***as on nonsense

N***as die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton

But n***as with that gang-gang them n***as make a profit

N***as on top n***as stay poppin'

Look see I was the high school Slick Rick I was stylin'

Fat gold chain with an African medallion

Hip-hop connoisseur and Rollin' 20 Crippin'

Rap game real tight freestyle was magnificent

All about the clout and all about my dividends

Them older n***as couldn't tell me different

I need a 'round the way girl to let me stick it in

Showtime at the Apollo

I'm drinking OE up out the bottle

Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor

For my n***as who won't live to see tomorrow

Nas：

If God for me who could be against me

I guess all them n***as that's against me

They the ones stirrin' up the conflict

Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted