Nas - Peace God lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas] Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fist full of dollars in a dice game god D & D gla** cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton candy we a**a**ins and k**ers Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia You screaming like you love war [Chorus: repeat 2X] Everybody's crazy Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop [Verse 2: Nas] Peace f** you with a fist in your a** You p**y with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisq f*g You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em 8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying No an*log it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing n***as get flashier houses more plusher b**hes giving a** up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing I'm light year far your mouth get all white When I'm near you I frighten your heart I want you to watch me notice stare look closely Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but [Chorus] [Verse 3: Nas] I know where n***as sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots War plus money man I got too many spots Hungry n***as get tutored to thinking new sh** to come up k**ers f** with k**ers you sleeping you getting stuck up Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching We all connected so your man know my man Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up Beat cases and now n***as back on the block what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep n***as that got prices on their head so high Their own my will take the contract surprise So we play a mental game intimidation Got p**y n***as get pressed up on and paying I wish these n***as would step up wait for the day an Since I'm famous they thinking a**ault rifles won't be spraying Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe I got some n***as with acid get it thrown in your face Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now [Chorus]