Dj Clue - Live From The Bridge lyrics

(feat. Nas) Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue The Professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake a** DJ's and sh** like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the f**in' world Black Frank Sinatra on yo' a**, Q.B. Braveheart n***a... [Verse 1] Was cla**ified as the ba*tard who died Rumors say I came back alive with an axe And attacked n***as actin' like Nas My pa**ion is to capitalize Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride Catch you from the pa**engers side My words turn the sea red Like the eyes of a weed head Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped Your soul go further up than astronauts I talk it and live it Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness 'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by k**ers In Newyork I'm the realest Predicted by fortune tellers Sick with the talkin' methods AK's, Berettas My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis Rammin' n***as like St. Louis, we dough getters And ya'll n***as is losers, nothin' f**in' with us Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us Ugh! [Verse 2] When ya'll n***as fall And start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball With Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing Princess cut chains I bend b**hes like bike frames My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning I'll have her wearin' tight jeans Givin' nice brains in a white Range Pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus We flowin' to St. Thomas Jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches Even the paparazzi tries to peep us Disguised with dark shades and fake beards A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here But I showed the tabloids bogus pa**ports I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy. [Verse 3] Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz' Wear the most popular sh**, n***as knockin' my sh** Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians I hit it of course, I did it to floss The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross Esco, cash long, n***as think I'm Blacula 'cause I'm in a castle with a b**h cold waxin' her I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula Pa** 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor 'till I meet a gangsta b**h, give her banks to hit In return all she wants to do is drink the dick f** street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos Stomp n***as with hard bottoms in casinos A Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, n***a reload We keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo