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Nas
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[Nas]
They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
Its just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that aint so secret
Its mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, its just some bitches understand my story
There aint no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me
where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin Im stuck
Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really its papers Im addicted to, wasnt for rap then Ill be stickin you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floors, the routine
Dont want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or its a smoke screen
Imagine that - thats why I hardly kick the braggin raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, its the ways
[Nas]
Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
livin reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten Gs, gun and my Visa
CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, thats if you follow
traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado - word to Cus DAmato
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas thats close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, its the ways
Watch dem niggas thats close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, its the ways
[Nas]
Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
Aint hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three kis, new Vs, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems thats ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobodys takin mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
Put in the van, wheres the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldnt you know -
- you knew these niggaz all your life
What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line
now they had to target your Wisdom
She took em to your place, straight to your safe
You doubted it could happen sick of yappin
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, cant find her
Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas thats close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
Never personal, nowadays, its the ways
Watch dem niggas thats close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays, its the ways
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06.Nov.2001 18:11:30 |
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