Nashawn - Bossed Up lyrics

[Intro: Nas] Every f**ing day (3), everyday n***as Look around n***as (3) What you gon' to do 'bout it n***a? (3) What you gotta say 'bout it n***a? (3) That's right (3), that's right (3) Run all over y'all n***as (3) What y'all gon' do 'bout it? (3) (Chorus: Nas) Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Uh, Bossed Up in control (3) Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Uh yea, Bossed Up in control (3) Always, Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Yea uh, Bossed Up in control (3) Yea uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Bossed Up in control (3) (Braaaaave) Tossed up and get folded (3) [Nashawn] Yo, it ain't nutting else to do but party Life is to short, you'll get bodied k**ers do k**ings for hobbies I want a bad singing b**h to ride by me Like Whitney did Bobby With the future I'll take Ashanti I'll settle for actress like Halle Who workout and keep a tight body Love how I polly probably We into money like Bill Cosby k** somebody in your crib Like Jayson Williams shotty did With no accidents Tryna to keep my hands on these Presidents Til I'm a veteran, mind over medicine, Coke game to Heroin n***a only die once, you can't be dead again Another b**h in my bed when you got here Popped off in Delaware, top price to fight anywhere New years, it's Nashawn coward On them corners n***as get devoured I spit outage, straight foulness, where you're crowded Clowns get... straight lynched, nooses hanging over the tree Tell your self you can't f** with me, b*tch! (Chorus: Nas) [Nas] Riding in my city on haze Eyes on a million and one ways To get paid and my goose is cooked Rocking gear that some boosters took Either ma** market or target I maneuver the look From soul food to Nobu, I'm schooling the cooks Studio, old school, or pro tools, n***a, I'm O'Douls That means no booze, I only gets greens I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean That sprays up your clique team Indigenous but frivolous, different whips riding sideways Nas pays attention to the littlest sh**? Mentioned by itty-bitty rappers with their chitty-chatter Encircle their soul, purple, I smoke O's Perverse verses poke holes, n***a, I birth flows Tatted, fitted hat, savage, y'all aggie Line us up, ask me who fathered their style I say, "I the pappy" High in the backseat, flat feet Pa**erby's think I'm an athlete Chris Childs or the rapper Lil Scrappy So I sign their name, just as happy Diamond chain, wrist is flashy Times change, but this n***a's still nasty