The Message

歌詞

[Nas] Fake thug, no love, you get the slug cb4 gutso Your luck low, I didn't know 'till I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked then ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out Montana way The Goodf-e-l-l-a verbal AK spray Dipped attaché jumped out the range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes 32 shotguns Regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam From one ring, yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera's spinning on millenniums 20G bets I'm winning them, threats I'm sending them Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline Party with villains, a case of demi-sec to chase the henny Wet any clique with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt them, chicken heads flock I lace them Fried broiled with basil taste them Crack your legs way out of formation It's horizontal how I have them fucking me in the Benz wagon Can it be vanity from last dragon Grab gun it's on though, shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight With the broke mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck what they hit as long as the drama's lit Yo overnight thugs, bug because they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit [Chorus] [Nas] I peeped you fronting, I was in the jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat beats bumping Across the street you was wilding Talking bout how you ran the island in '89, laying up playing the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine, click What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time Dug 'em you owe me cousin something told me plug them So dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit before the cops come Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through the left hospital that same night What I got my gat back, time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through blazing out his crew daily The Bridge touched me up severely hear me So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lighting L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplating war with niggas I was cool with before We used to score together Uptown copping the raw But a, a thug changes and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up [Outro: Nas] Yo to them thug niggas getting it on in the world ya know To them thug niggas that locked down doing their thing Surviving know what I'm saying? To my thorough niggas New York and world wide Yo to the Queens Bridge militia 9-6 shit the firm clique The 'Illmatic' nigga 'It Was Written' though Been a long time coming Y'all fake niggas trying to copy better come with the reload!