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



chorus



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