Nas - Trust lyrics

[Intro] It's like a cold story repeated over and over In the winters of my mind This sh** be real, man sh**'s crazy out here Yo, yo, what up y'all? That's my n***as over there, word [Verse 1] If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is Wonder will he shoot Then you should study where his hands is Is he gonna co*k it and pop it, his waistband big But he don't have that thing in him, slanging just ain't in him Body language is off, he's soft But soft n***as all a sudden start dumpin' Fronting, ‘cause he feel a way My n***as say the eyes is a giveaway One look could tell me if you really came to k** me Be the quiet n***a looking lame with the milli Who that over there creeping? Who homie by the tree? Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three Be a cold day in Hell before they creep on me It's a lesson every premonition Lot of n***as k**ed ‘cause they wasn't paying attention; listen [Hook] I want a b**h I can trust, some n***as I can trust Accountants looking over my figures I can trust A lawyer that's fighting for my decisions I can trust Damn, my n***a trust, I can never get enough A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust And if I can't trust you, the f** is you here for? Some of you n***as' true colors becoming clear more [Verse 2] It's been so long; can't remember how we begun this war This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, ‘cause guns went off I see your Moms, she still speak She don't know I ain't cool with her son no more It's old sh**, see forever we holding this grudge Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs We buried our dead, been years Why should I worry bout him? Constantly watching my back, plus n***as telling I dread Another day I put a family in black Though I be calm and relaxed Though I know somehow it will come back Even if I'm in the right, ‘cause still a life is a life What was it worth to see you covered in dirt? It's quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide Just tattoos of my n***as' names I wonder, will it change? Let's ride… [Hook] [Verse 3] It's rare I listen to n***as who never been in my position A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions From the mind of a man who went at it with k**ers Sit down, little man, let me school you in hood business Seen a lot of n***as blow, lot of dreams folded Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated Ain't too much left to buy, bought it I'm loaded I guess, Lear jets I ask myself, do I need love or success? They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best ‘Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve: pain pistols and s** Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it Same old man from years ago told me life is short So from infant to geriatric Trust your own judgment, live with it and love it [Hook]