Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown)
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They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive
It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing 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, fucking 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 Mauri, walking through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck
Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap, then I'll be sticking you, the MAC inside the Triple Goose
Face down on the floor's the routine
Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam, just C.R.E.A.M. or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Now how can I perfect this? (Uh, what?)
Living reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school, not far from the Apollo
My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Some niggas watch you (uh)
See you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the feds, not listening just bobbin' your head
Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?" stripping her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
What made them mark you victim?
You fucked up somewhere 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 yapping, jump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder, shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
Could've passed out, your coke was gone, now you ass out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (uh)
It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing 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, fucking 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 Mauri, walking through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck
Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap, then I'll be sticking you, the MAC inside the Triple Goose
Face down on the floor's the routine
Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam, just C.R.E.A.M. or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Now how can I perfect this? (Uh, what?)
Living reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school, not far from the Apollo
My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Some niggas watch you (uh)
See you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the feds, not listening just bobbin' your head
Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?" stripping her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
What made them mark you victim?
You fucked up somewhere 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 yapping, jump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder, shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
Could've passed out, your coke was gone, now you ass out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (uh)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.34] They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive
[00:27.09] It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
[00:30.31] A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime-time
[00:34.44] Food for thought, or rather mind wine
[00:35.99] The Don Juan features the freak shit
[00:37.89] My thesis on how we creep quick, fucking your wife, that ain't so secret
[00:41.59] It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
[00:44.73] I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
[00:47.40] There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me
[00:50.16] My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me
[00:53.18] Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck
[00:56.17] Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
[00:58.51] Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
[01:01.68] Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
[01:04.44] Really it's papers I'm addicted to
[01:06.36] Wasn't for rap, then I'll be sticking you, the MAC inside the Triple Goose
[01:09.90] Face down on the floor's the routine
[01:12.13] Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam, just C.R.E.A.M. or it's a smoke screen
[01:15.51] Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
[01:18.18] I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
[01:21.22] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:23.58] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:26.40] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[01:29.19] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[01:32.03] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:34.77] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:37.66] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[01:40.54] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[01:43.06] Now how can I perfect this? (Uh, what?)
[01:44.56] Living reckless, die for my necklace
[01:46.28] Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
[01:49.16] Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
[01:51.26] Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
[01:54.67] CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
[01:58.37] No seat belt, drinking and thinking
[02:00.66] My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
[02:03.09] Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment
[02:05.88] My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
[02:08.63] Traditions started by the school, not far from the Apollo
[02:11.61] My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
[02:14.39] Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
[02:17.04] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
[02:20.01] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[02:22.76] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[02:25.62] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[02:28.68] Watch dem niggas that's close to you
[02:31.20] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[02:33.98] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[02:36.99] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[02:39.63] Some niggas watch you (uh)
[02:40.97] See you when you think on the low
[02:42.36] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[02:45.28] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
[02:48.34] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough
[02:51.01] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[02:53.69] Drama with the feds, not listening just bobbin' your head
[02:56.28] Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
[02:59.32] At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
[03:02.22] Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?" stripping her hand
[03:04.94] From all the ice, wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
[03:08.05] What made them mark you victim?
[03:09.76] You fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:11.53] Now they had to target your Wisdom
[03:13.50] She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:15.40] You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping, jump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:19.38] Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her
[03:21.90] Just a reminder, shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
[03:25.23] Could've passed out, your coke was gone, now you ass out
[03:28.11] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[03:30.58] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
[03:33.38] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[03:35.99] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)
[03:39.11] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[03:41.83] Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
[03:44.64] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[03:47.36] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)
[03:49.97] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (uh)
[00:27.09] It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
[00:30.31] A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime-time
[00:34.44] Food for thought, or rather mind wine
[00:35.99] The Don Juan features the freak shit
[00:37.89] My thesis on how we creep quick, fucking your wife, that ain't so secret
[00:41.59] It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
[00:44.73] I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
[00:47.40] There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me
[00:50.16] My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me
[00:53.18] Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck
[00:56.17] Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
[00:58.51] Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
[01:01.68] Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
[01:04.44] Really it's papers I'm addicted to
[01:06.36] Wasn't for rap, then I'll be sticking you, the MAC inside the Triple Goose
[01:09.90] Face down on the floor's the routine
[01:12.13] Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam, just C.R.E.A.M. or it's a smoke screen
[01:15.51] Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
[01:18.18] I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
[01:21.22] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:23.58] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:26.40] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[01:29.19] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[01:32.03] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:34.77] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:37.66] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[01:40.54] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[01:43.06] Now how can I perfect this? (Uh, what?)
[01:44.56] Living reckless, die for my necklace
[01:46.28] Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
[01:49.16] Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
[01:51.26] Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
[01:54.67] CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
[01:58.37] No seat belt, drinking and thinking
[02:00.66] My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
[02:03.09] Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment
[02:05.88] My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
[02:08.63] Traditions started by the school, not far from the Apollo
[02:11.61] My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
[02:14.39] Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
[02:17.04] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
[02:20.01] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[02:22.76] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[02:25.62] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[02:28.68] Watch dem niggas that's close to you
[02:31.20] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[02:33.98] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
[02:36.99] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[02:39.63] Some niggas watch you (uh)
[02:40.97] See you when you think on the low
[02:42.36] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[02:45.28] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
[02:48.34] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough
[02:51.01] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[02:53.69] Drama with the feds, not listening just bobbin' your head
[02:56.28] Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
[02:59.32] At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
[03:02.22] Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?" stripping her hand
[03:04.94] From all the ice, wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
[03:08.05] What made them mark you victim?
[03:09.76] You fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:11.53] Now they had to target your Wisdom
[03:13.50] She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:15.40] You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping, jump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:19.38] Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her
[03:21.90] Just a reminder, shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
[03:25.23] Could've passed out, your coke was gone, now you ass out
[03:28.11] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[03:30.58] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
[03:33.38] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[03:35.99] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)
[03:39.11] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
[03:41.83] Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uh)
[03:44.64] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[03:47.36] 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)
[03:49.97] Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (uh)