Lyrics Villian.lrc Nas
[id: pshlumyg]
[ar: Nas]
[al: Villian]
[ti: Villian]
[length: 04:31]
[00:09.49]Yo, Nas, what up?
[00:10.54]Yeah, what up, kid?
[00:11.78]What goin’ on, Ill?
[00:12.91]I’m just tryna tell these brothers where I’m comin’ from
[00:15.06]You know what I’m sayin’?
[00:16.05]Alright, kick it
[00:19.07]I’m the nigga walkin’ with his finger on the trigger
[00:21.53]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
[00:23.96]I ain’t the type of brother made for you to start testin’
[00:26.43]Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson, I’ll have niggas undressin’
[00:28.83]I’m rollin’ with a mob and run from the cops
[00:31.25]Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks
[00:33.40]A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it
[00:36.41]’Cause I flip just like a acrobatic
[00:38.22]I’m always on the corners rollin’ up Sess
[00:40.62]When I dress, it’s never nothin’ less than Guess
[00:42.84]So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
[00:45.49]Love committin’ sins and my friends sell crack
[00:47.88]I got it goin’ on, my knuckle game is strong
[00:50.17]Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
[00:52.75]Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride
[00:55.01]Strippin’ mad hoes and kick ’em to the side
[00:57.44]See, I’m the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
[00:59.85]Start a lot of shit and shoot at out-of-towners
[01:02.26]At every block party, I try to catch a body
[01:04.69]All for props, tell your pops call the cops
[01:06.99]See, now I’m on the run, but still havin’ fun
[01:09.41]Livin’ by the MAC, my gear is all black
[01:12.09]I keep killin’ because I’m ready and I’m willin’ and I’m a villain
[01:16.86]What?
[01:19.94]What?
[01:21.89]Wha-a-a-t?
[01:35.50]I got beef with the President and still lovin’ it
[01:38.24]Tryin’ to make plans to overthrow the government
[01:40.70]It won’t work ’cause niggas don’t believe enough
[01:43.17]They’d rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
[01:45.59]Around they wrist, you don’t like the sound of this rebel
[01:48.58]But my country doesn’t want me
[01:50.39]They’d rather hunt me, but you’ll never catch us all
[01:52.55]While you fuckin’ with the dealers, we’ll be stickin’ up the malls
[01:55.10]Full of anger, all about danger
[01:57.32]Pullin’ out my banger, stabbin’ up a stranger
[02:00.20]I hear Walkie-Talkies in my sleep
[02:02.22]And use a whole lot of slang when I speak
[02:04.52]Walkin’ with a vest, the projects is where I rest
[02:07.60]And the streets keep me stressed
[02:09.23]Starin’ at your face, wait for you to make a sound
[02:11.75]That’s when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
[02:14.31]All in black and put you in a box
[02:16.32]A hard rock with a .25 in my socks
[02:18.83]Aimin’ at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands
[02:21.56]I’m buckwild like Billy Bear and Ganz
[02:24.12]Prince of pistoleers, words are crystal clear
[02:27.16]And this you should fear
[02:28.60]The maniac keeps killin’
[02:30.79]I’m known as a outlaw ’cause I’m a villain
[02:33.85]What?
[02:36.79]What?
[02:38.39]Wha-a-a-t?
[02:42.76]I keep bullets racin’ out the barrels of a Magnum
[02:45.24]Put ’em to sleep and leave the doctors to tag ’em
[02:47.44]A outlaw, although I never wear a holster
[02:50.04]In every county, you see my face is on a poster
[02:52.35]Hear so many gunshots, my eardrums should pop
[02:54.79]Eyesight should stop from seein’ mad niggas drop
[02:57.34]To the concrete, I got police puttin’ chalk on the street
[03:00.51]And this is done once a week
[03:02.08]I’m out to kill like Navy Seals
[03:03.92]I’m crazy ill, and what I can’t do, my .380 will
[03:06.82]I never play with a AK
[03:08.55]Because I’m fine with a .9 and if caught, I’ll do lesser time
[03:11.66]Sometimes, you gotta plan shit and understand it
[03:14.67]See, I’m a bandit whose hand’ll itch
[03:16.49]Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin’ it
[03:18.79]I stay blunted, I’m the project’s most wanted
[03:21.52]My voice is like magic
[03:22.93]My cassette is the clip and your radio’s the Automatic
[03:26.28]So when I’m in your town, duck down
[03:28.38]Or take fire, whatever you desire
[03:31.00]But I’m on point, you might miss
[03:32.70]Never fight this, you’ll be sightless when I strike this
[03:35.46]So roll the dice, I’m stoppin’ the bank
[03:37.54]It’s ill how I got the pen droppin’ the ink
[03:40.26]No one can stop this apocalypse on your record player
[03:42.92]A method layer, so run and tell your Mayor
[03:44.86]Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer
[03:48.05]I’m the New York City slayer
[03:50.28]I play high-post and then lay low
[03:52.08]Parlé slow and wear horns, not a halo
[03:55.26]And keep killin’ ’cause I’m a villain
[03:59.38]You know what I’m saying?
[04:00.27]Yeah, I hear you, whatever you’re saying, you know what I’m saying? So don’t forget
[04:04.62]No questions, man
[04:07.02]And everybody in the bridge is a villain
[04:10.76]And you don’t stop
[04:13.34]Yeah, we out
[04:14.48]Year of Release: 1994