Watch Dem Niggaz

Watch Dem Niggaz

they never realized how real NAS is so decisive

it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist that made me write this

a slight twist of lime rhyme

be chasin down your primetime

foos for thouught we rather mind wine

the Don Juan features the freak shit

my thesis on how we creep with

fuckin 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 niggas never handle for me

my gator brand is Maurry

walking through rough land before me

where the snakes put a smile on their face

hoping and praying i'm stuck

scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck

player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages

winking at some females cops with cocked gages

really it's paper I'm addicted to

wasn't for rap then I'd sticking you

that mack 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 rap

I zone to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant

chorus:
watch dem niggas that be close to you
and make sure they do what they're suppose to do
cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
never personal nowadays, it's the way

now how can I perfect this living reckless
die for my necklace
crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish
jettin, checkin my message on a speaker
bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer
ten g's, gun and my VISA
cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt
no selt belt drinking and thinking
my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened
my movado says seven, the god hour,
that's if you follow traditions,
started by the school not far from the Apollo
my fuck tommorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado--word to cus D'Amato

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unplugged shit, a thug itself hit sucker for love shit
seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it
dumb quick, chasin my dick
made a bum bitch rich, stale fish
heard she naked in jail flicks
mamacita black widow turned to be back seater
satin pillow a pimpstress and willow
cooking my blow head slow ice swelling
dishonor the grain--I had to split in my circumference
be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith
I'm clever--my mama told me take cheddar
by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better
rock a iron sweater under soft leather
harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together
wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division
hundred is missing every time they do a frisking
all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken
I'm out to be captured with no restriction