Lyrics Watch Dem Niggas.lrc Nas
[id: pshksunw]
[ar: Nas]
[al: It Was Written]
[ti: Watch Dem Niggas]
[length: 04:05]
[00:22.88]They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
[00:25.27]It’s just the likeness, of Israelite’s mist, that made me write this
[00:29.66]A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin’ down your prime time
[00:32.58]Food for thought or rather mind wine
[00:35.06]The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
[00:37.62]On how we creep quick, fuckin’ your wife that ain’t so secret
[00:41.11]It’s mandatory – see that pussy, they hand it to me
[00:43.66]I got no game, it’s just some bitches understand my story
[00:46.44]There ain’t no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
[00:49.19]My gator brand is Maurry, walkin’ through rough land before m
[00:54.95]Scopin’ they lay in the cut, weighin’ my luck
[00:57.80]Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
[01:00.53]Winkin’ at some females cops with cocked gauge
[01:07.49]The mag inside the triple goose
[01:09.63]Face down on the floors, the routine
[01:11.88]Don’t want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it’s a smoke screen
[01:14.76]Imagine that – that’s why I hardly kick the braggin’ raps
[01:17.43]I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
[01:20.07]Watch dem niggas that be close to you
[01:23.38]And make sure they do what they supposed to do
[01:25.45]Cause you know they be thinkin’ about smokin’ you
[01:27.97]Never personal, nowadays, it’s the ways
[01:31.66]Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
[01:44.76]Livin’ reckless, die for my necklace
[01:46.87]Crime infected, drivin’ a Lexus with a death wish
[01:48.62]Jettin’, checkin’ my message on the speaker
[01:51.19]Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G’s, gun and my Visa
[01:53.73]CD crankin’, doin’ ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
[01:57.55]No seat belt, drinkin’ and thinkin’
[02:00.64]My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
[02:02.89]Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin’ enlightenment
[02:05.84]My Movado says seven, the God hour, that’s if you follow
[02:09.12]Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
[02:11.64]My “Fuck tomorrow” motto through the eyes of Pablo
[02:15.01]Escobar the desperado – word to Custom Auto
[02:39.08]Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[02:41.88]Ain’t hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[02:44.53]Three ki’s, new V’s, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[02:47.63]Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin’ the dough
[02:50.32]Them old timers, advise you to them problems that’s ahead
[02:53.11]Drama with the Feds, not listenin’ just bobbin your head
[02:56.29]Your Roley shinin’, thinkin’ to yourself nobody’s takin’ mine
[02:59.22]At the same time, your hoe is gettin’ snatched from behind
[03:01.53]Put in the van, where’s the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:05.27]From all the ice, wouldn’t you know
[03:06.85]You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:08.93]What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:10.63]Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:12.98]She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:15.09]You doubted it could happen sick of yappin’
[03:17.61]Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:19.24]Puffin ganja get to your crib, can’t find her
[03:21.76]Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:24.96]Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[03:27.49]Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
[03:30.93]Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
[03:35.29]Ain’t hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
[03:36.78]Three ki’s, new V’s, went to Anguilla with your hoe
[03:38.37]Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin’ the dough
[03:39.33]Them old timers, advise you to them problems that’s ahead
[03:41.83]Drama with the Feds, not listenin’ just bobbin your head
[03:42.85]Your Roley shinin’, thinkin’ to yourself nobody’s takin’ mine
[03:44.77]At the same time, your hoe is gettin’ snatched from behind
[03:45.85]Put in the van, where’s the hundred grand, script in her hand
[03:47.09]From all the ice, wouldn’t you know
[03:48.29]You knew these niggaz all your life
[03:49.44]What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line
[03:51.16]Now they had to target your wisdom
[03:53.21]She took em to your place, straight to your safe
[03:54.28]You doubted it could happen sick of yappin’
[03:55.39]Dump in your ride, headed to your side
[03:56.51]Puffin ganja get to your crib, can’t find her
[03:58.08]Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
[03:59.11]Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
[04:00.75]Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
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