Watch Dem Niggas feat. Foxy Brown

歌詞

[Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Israelites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis On how we creep quick, fucking your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walking through rough land before me Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck Scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking you The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)living reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish Jetting, checking my message on the speaker Bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinking and thinking My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My "Fuck Tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listening just bobbing your head Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself nobody's taking mine At the same time, your hoe is getting snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line Now they had to target your Wisdom She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yapping Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Could of passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah) Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you (mmm) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you (uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh)