Nas - I'm a Villain Lyrics
[Verse 1:]I'm the nigga walkin with his finger on the triggerMake enough figures until my pockets get biggerI ain't the type of brother made for you to start testinGimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressinI'm rollin with a mob and runnin from the copsDrive stolen cars and shoot many GlocksA marijuana addict, if niggas want staticThey had it, cause I flip just like a acrobaticI'm always on the corners rollin up SessWhen I dress it's never nothin less than GuessSo I walk with a bop and my hat turned backLove commitin sins and my friends sell crackI got it goin on, my knuckle game is strongSip Dom Pérignon and then carry onArmy certified, keep a Rent-A-RideStrippin mad hoes and kick em to the sideSee I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounderStart a lot of shit and shoot at out of townersAt every block party, I try to catch a bodyOr for props, till your pops call the copsSee now I'm on the run, but still havin funLivin by the Mac, my gear is all blackI keep killin, because I'm ready and I'm willinAnd I'm a villian[Hook:]What?What?Wha-a-a-t?[Verse 2:]I got beef with the President and still lovin itTryin to make plans to overthrow the governmentIt won't work cause niggas don't believe enoughThey'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuffI'm runnin rich, you don't like the sound of thisRebel, but this country doesn't want meThey'd rather hunt me, but they'd never catch us allWhy you *****in with the dealers while you're sticking up the malls?Full of anger, all about dangerPullin out my banger, stabbin up a strangerI hear Walkie Talkies in my sleepI use a whole lot of slang when I speakWalkin with a vest, the projects is where I restAnd the streets keep me stressedStaring at your face, waiting for you to make a soundThat's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you upAll in black, and put you in a boxA hard rock with a .25 in my socksAiming at your temple, so take the diamonds off your handsI'm buckwild like Billy Van DannsPrince of pistolers, words are crystal clearAnd issues of fearThe maniac keeps killing, I'm known as a outlawCause I'm a villain[Hook:][Verse 3:]I keep pullin tricks out the barrels of a MagnumPut em to sleep and leave the Doc to tag themA outlaw, although I never wear a holsterIn every county you see my face that's on a posterHear so many gunshots my eardrums should popI sight ya stop, I'm seeing mad niggas dropTo the concrete, I got police puttin chalk on the streetAnd this is done once a weekI'm out to kill, like Navy SealsI'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 willI never play with a AKBecause I'm fine with a .9 and if caught I'll do lesser timeSometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand itSee I'm a bandit whose hand'll itchWithout a gun in it, Nas is runnin itI stay blooded I'm the project's most wantedMy voice is like magicMy cassette is the clip and your radio's the AutomaticSo when I'm in your town, 'duck down'I take fire whatever you desireBut I'm on point you might missNever fight this, should be sightless when I strike thisSo roll the dice, I'm stoppin a blimpIt's ill how I got the pen droppin the inkNo one can stop this ApocalypseShow your record player a method layer so run until you're MayorNas the parlayer, you better say your prayerI'm the New York City slayerI play high post and then lay lowParlay slow I wear horns, not a haloAnd keep killinCause I'm a villian
