Nas: Watch dem niggaz

They never realized how real NAS is so decisive it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist that made me write this a slight twist of lime rhyme be chasin down your primetime foos for thouught we rather mind wine the Don Juan features the freak shit my thesis on how we creep with fuckin your wife that ain't so secret it's mandatory...see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story there ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me my gator brand is Maurry walking through rough land before me where the snakes put a smile on their face hoping and praying i'm stuck scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages winking at some females cops with cocked gages really it's paper I'm addicted to wasn't for rap then I'd sticking you that mack inside the triple goose face down on the floors, the routine don't want hear nobody blow steam just cream or it's a smoke screen imagine that-- that's why I hardly kick the bragging rap I zone to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant chorus: watch dem niggas that be close to you and make sure they do what they're suppose to do cause you know they be thinking about smoking you never personal nowadays, it's the way now how can I perfect this living reckless die for my necklace crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish jettin, checkin my message on a speaker bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer ten g's, gun and my VISA cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt no selt belt drinking and thinking my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened my movado says seven, the god hour, that's 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 D'Amato chorus unplugged shit, a thug itself hit sucker for love shit seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it dumb quick, chasin my dick made a bum bitch rich, stale fish heard she naked in jail flicks mamacita black widow turned to be back seater satin pillow a pimpstress and willow cooking my blow head slow ice swelling dishonor the grain--I had to split in my circumference be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith I'm clever--my mama told me take cheddar by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better rock a iron sweater under soft leather harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division hundred is missing every time they do a frisking all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken I'm out to be captured with no restriction