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 Israelite's 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 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before m
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 gauge
The mag 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 braggin' 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 thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
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 G's, 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' 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 Custom Auto
Some niggaz 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 hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't 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
Some niggaz 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 hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't 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
It's just the likeness, of Israelite's 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 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before m
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 gauge
The mag 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 braggin' 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 thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
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 G's, 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' 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 Custom Auto
Some niggaz 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 hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't 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
Some niggaz 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 hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.88] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
[00:25.27] It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this
[00:29.66] A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
[00:32.58] Food for thought or rather mind wine
[00:35.06] The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
[00:37.62] On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret
[00:41.11] It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
[00:43.66] I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
[00:46.44] There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
[00:49.19] My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before m
[00:54.95] Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck
[00:57.80] Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
[01:00.53] Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauge
[01:07.49] The mag inside the triple goose
[01:09.63] Face down on the floors, the routine
[01:11.88] Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
[01:14.76] Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
[01:17.43] I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
[01:20.07] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:23.38] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:25.45] Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
[01:27.97] Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[01:31.66] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
[01:44.76] Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
[01:46.87] Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
[01:48.62] Jettin', checkin' my message on the speaker
[01:51.19] Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
[01:53.73] CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
[01:57.55] No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
[02:00.64] My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
[02:02.89] Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightenment
[02:05.84] My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
[02:09.12] Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
[02:11.64] My "Fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
[02:15.01] Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto
[02:39.08] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[02:41.88] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[02:44.53] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[02:47.63] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
[02:50.32] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[02:53.11] Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
[02:56.29] Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
[02:59.22] At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
[03:01.53] Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:05.27] From all the ice, wouldn't you know
[03:06.85] You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:08.93] What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:10.63] Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:12.98] She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:15.09] You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
[03:17.61] Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:19.24] Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
[03:21.76] Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:24.96] Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[03:27.49] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[03:30.93] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[03:35.29] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[03:36.78] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[03:38.37] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
[03:39.33] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[03:41.83] Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
[03:42.85] Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
[03:44.77] At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
[03:45.85] Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:47.09] From all the ice, wouldn't you know
[03:48.29] You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:49.44] What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:51.16] Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:53.21] She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:54.28] You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
[03:55.39] Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:56.51] Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
[03:58.08] Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:59.11] Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[04:00.75] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[04:02.84]
[00:25.27] It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this
[00:29.66] A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
[00:32.58] Food for thought or rather mind wine
[00:35.06] The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
[00:37.62] On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret
[00:41.11] It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
[00:43.66] I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
[00:46.44] There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
[00:49.19] My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before m
[00:54.95] Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck
[00:57.80] Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
[01:00.53] Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauge
[01:07.49] The mag inside the triple goose
[01:09.63] Face down on the floors, the routine
[01:11.88] Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
[01:14.76] Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
[01:17.43] I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
[01:20.07] Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:23.38] And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:25.45] Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
[01:27.97] Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[01:31.66] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
[01:44.76] Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
[01:46.87] Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
[01:48.62] Jettin', checkin' my message on the speaker
[01:51.19] Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
[01:53.73] CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
[01:57.55] No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
[02:00.64] My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
[02:02.89] Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightenment
[02:05.84] My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
[02:09.12] Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
[02:11.64] My "Fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
[02:15.01] Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto
[02:39.08] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[02:41.88] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[02:44.53] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[02:47.63] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
[02:50.32] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[02:53.11] Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
[02:56.29] Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
[02:59.22] At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
[03:01.53] Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:05.27] From all the ice, wouldn't you know
[03:06.85] You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:08.93] What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:10.63] Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:12.98] She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:15.09] You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
[03:17.61] Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:19.24] Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
[03:21.76] Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:24.96] Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[03:27.49] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[03:30.93] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[03:35.29] Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[03:36.78] Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[03:38.37] Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
[03:39.33] Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
[03:41.83] Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
[03:42.85] Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
[03:44.77] At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
[03:45.85] Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:47.09] From all the ice, wouldn't you know
[03:48.29] You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:49.44] What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:51.16] Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:53.21] She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:54.28] You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
[03:55.39] Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:56.51] Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
[03:58.08] Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:59.11] Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[04:00.75] Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[04:02.84]