[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1: Nas]
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 primetime
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak sh**, my thesis
On how we creep quick, f**ing your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory, see that p**y, they hand it to me
I got no game it's just some b**hes understand my story
There ain't no drama that my n***as 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 co*ked 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 want hear nobody blow steam
Just cream 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
[Hook x2: Nas and Foxy Brown]
Watch dem n***as that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[Verse 2: Nas]
Now how can I perfect this?
Living reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a d**h 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, n***as is frightened
Secret indictments, as on to one seeking enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My 'f** tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Some n***as watch you
See you when you think you on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three keys, 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 bobbing your head
Your Roley 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, strippin' her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these n***as all your life
What made them mark you victim
You f**ed 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 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
Coulda pa**ed out, your coke was gone, now you a**ed out
Dead b**hes tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[Hook]