Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair donePull up a chair hon’ and put it in the air sonDog, whatever they call you, god, just listenI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending The bullet goes back in the gunThe bullet hole’s closin this chest of a niggaNow he back to square […]
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Halftime
(Right..) (Right..)Check me out y’all, Nasty Nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteria [Nas]Before a blunt, I take out my frontsThen I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhuntYou couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThat’s like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle FeverKing poetic, too much […]
Suspect
[45 seconds of talking/skit] [Nas]It was a murderJake just hit the corner people swarmingThree in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes redI heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rillaI’m all high it’s […]
Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park)
(Check that shit)Aight fuck that shit, word wordFuck that other shit, youknowhatI’msayin?We gon’ do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?(Is they up on this?)Keep it on and on and on and on and..KnowhatI’msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?(What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI’msayin?Yo go ‘head, do that shit nigga [Nas]I rap for […]
Doo Rags
Uhh [Nas]Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80’s had us all apesYoungest gorillas up to bat at home plateThat was a uncanny era, guns in my pantsYeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fadeHomicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ballThat’s when I wondered was I here for the cause, […]
Shootouts
Yo, release what’s in meBesides the Henny, it’s eyes that’s seen plentyFiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig JennyInstead of diet plans it’s crack 200 gramsI pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D’s atIt’s slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazedBack in the days, chasin niggaz through my project mazeThat […]
Fetus
YeahI want all my niggas to come journey with meMy name is Nas, and the year is 1973Beginning of me, therefore I could seeThrough my belly button window who I am… I existed in a womb, just like an abyssCame straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fistPunching on my moms stomach, kicking […]
Shoot 'Em Up
[Nas] One 44, two 45’s3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should dieWe shootin every motherfucker outsidePulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our handAt the same time everybody ranThere that nigga go, hiding in the crowdLet the trigger blow, 7 shots now he […]