Nas - A Few Good n***as lyrics

[Mann Terror] Ain't no mistaken you see my chain you know who I'm with Made n***as banging them hits, you banging them fist With just a few good n***as, we can make this doe And with a few good heaters, we can make some more You only get something hot when you face the mob Probably blow a whole job with Escobar From the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed f**ing with my dawgs only get you rained through quick So much ice in my j**els I can be from Bedrock And I smoke that weed that put your brain in headlock Wanna be a witness n***a you can witness this! Four fevers straight to your wig splitting your sh** n***as hate you if you make it, so they pray you fail Petty b**hes run their mouth, Jake want you in jail That's the life of a Made Men, tighten the game plan Come through and bomb things, we either hang men (Chorus) Ray Benzino It takes a few good n***as just to set it off Watch your back, squeeze triggers then we let it off We're annoyed by the fact n***a's telling too much It's a shame how these n***a's always jelling in such You can't handle the truth, the words that we speak It's time for us to separate the strong from the weak Gangsta real sh** from beginning to the end (Nas to QB), Boston Made Men, (What?) [Nas] f** around lay around n***a Yo as the blunt hangs low from my defiant lips Smoke emerge in the shape of halo's the chronic's lit My hoes are p**nographic, flow's orgasmic Doe stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training five kids to blow Fraction of my mind died years ago, miserable drunk Beers at most, swung at by school principal then I flunk Peace to my foes who really took it there with the beef Peace to them hoes who left their p**y hairs in my teeth I've proposed to the street corners, heat on us to clap the phony Thug matrimony, champions like Shaq and Kobe p**no stars hoes like, Nairobi Knight wanna f** us It's ruckus, water bed half the n***as can't touch us Seen it happen to the best, clap to their d**h I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions Look at my eyes, pupils are neutral To the sh** my body done, I shot lots of guns .22's, .45's to none, to murder a Virgo Spooky b**hes try reading my chart I sleep with lights on, grown and scared of the dark It's not because of horror movies but the art of the beast Sparking Uzi's, rest in peace Barkin, it's war in 2G I wish my words could resurrect Ennis Cosby I'd make Stevie or Ray Charles see the hate that bothers me I feel like pulling out patches of my own hair Said the words of my friend paralyzed in his wheelchair It's like... (Chorus) Ray Benzino [L.O.] Born in a project hall next to a fiend smacked out Plus my pops wasn't around and my moms was cracked out OG's in my air trying to better my routes Put me up on made n***as with major clout A few of the best, n***a we're the last ones left From Boston to Queensbridge, better grab your vest Don't want these hot tests burning your flesh Jealous n***as hate us to d**h, gorgeous ladies giving us s** Loving and living, bank rolls, sagging my denims D's on our dick, rather see us locked in prison Noisy neighbors look out their windows all in our business My man ink spots the deceased, I'm trying to stay alive These n***as always saying dead dawg, But whose dawg dies? It's me against the world, but I'ma hold my own Work my way up, and soon enough I had a throne Don't get it twisted I'ma ba*tard but boy I'm grown And only f** with a few n***as (Chorus) Ray Benzino [Outro: Nas] That's right n***a, a few good n***as No fake n***as, only real n***as making sh** happen in 2000 baby Nas and Made Men, I love to see my n***as get money That sh** makes me feel good; I love to see n***as get money I love to see n***as get money A few good n***as, that's us