[Verse 1: Nas]nThrough the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldnI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globenWhen I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastnTo conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsnLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunnTrick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonnSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlynI'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts menWhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pilenRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's IslenHoldin weed inside they pussy with they minds on thenPretty things in life, props is a true thug's wifenIt's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go innDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againnFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictablenGuns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritualnn[Chorus:]nHeres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & WomennDeja VunIt's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4]nn[Verse 2: Nas]nToo much thugs and alcohol, what a mixturenJust picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictionsnThey telling u your state of mind, like you worthlessnSo he curses, his moms saying Bible VersesnThat's all she works withnBut miracles, neva leave the churchesnInstead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...nA house, with a swimming poolnLabels me a sinning foolnI'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewelnTo be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...nThis and all respect through is the essentialnThe streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettosnBallin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettlenThere's a Lee-V on my T.V,nLifestyles of living easynGot my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'snPushing cakes... new and erect is what ten platesnCelebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...nnSo How You Like That?nn[Chorus:]nHeres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & WomennDeja VunIt's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4]nn[Verse 3: Nas]nEscobar life... gems of raw TimsnGators for pretty boy hatersnIn Vegas with chicks trickin fortunesnI'm glistening... Hells of cops whistlingnStill I'm drifting in...nIn a high, blunts is like insulinn95' I drive high zoningnStash box zoning my trunk, I flash not... teeth goldennLook at me now ManBlowin but for how far?nCars, Cash, and Bitches got me out morenAnd things you never dreamed I can vouch fornSnake niggas, slither on the A of lightsnI ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alikenNeva no one to ask for the time to a saintnA mask and 9, I think... will make my problems sinknDown on Canal, similar to how we drinknDistinct diamonds flooded, thank shines on my links...nDrug money, snortin bitches, ina... in the timesnGot my 9, till I flatline... Nigga Give Me Mine!nnDeja Vu [x4]