Nas - Loco-Motive (Feat. Large Professor) Lyrics
[Intro]42nd street terminal[Verse 1]Yo, yo, I live it and I speak itMy religion is reeferBig money and the mostUninhibited freak to sleep withMy visions are realisticNothing is figurativeI can wish it into existenceGod want this nigga to liveBlunt big as a dreadI get high and forget who bledWho we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for deadWho are you niggasWhy argue niggasThe truth is the truthI really put my scars on niggasThey wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did thisPointing to they scars likeRight here, baby, really Nas did thisLike a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honestWar stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karmaSip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskeyRap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimplyShatterin' your silence, passing round the chaliceDue to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispenseryOfficial kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with***** your iceI rock rubies, amethystI'll ***** your wife cause she a groupie, scandalousThis for my bad hood *****es, ghetto glamorous[Break: Large Professor]Yo, what we talking bout niggasWhat we talking bout niggasThis is Nas, what, NasWhat, Nasty, what recollect *****er[Verse 2: Nas]At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housingIntegrity intact, repping hardThey asking how he disappear and reappear back on topSaying Nas must have ***** pictures of God or somethingTo keep winning is my way like FrancisAs long as I'm breathing, I'll take chancesA soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legsSayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go headSo much to write and say, yo I don't know where to startSo I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heartI know you think my life is good cause my diamond pieceBut my life been good since I started finding peaceI shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressedI been rich longer than I been broke, I confessI started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it backLike Trump being up down up, play with cash[Break: Large Professor]My nigga's like a locomotiveNas, we push it, mush 'emQueensbridge to BushwickHarlemBronxAll thatYou ain't even supposed to be hereYou know where you at[Verse 3]At night, New York, eat a slice too hotUse my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouthShit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hotStaggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shotI was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealedReaching, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechingWhen it came to a halt whoever walked off got caughtToken man safe behind a locked door for sureMinor thief shit, minor league shit, beastingLooking for the juks young, but now we older chiefingIn my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick RickBugging on how his imagination was so sickIt's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teethAlcohol aging my niggas faster than feloniesHow dare IMust be, something in the air that corrupts meLook at my upkeep, owned and subleaseI'm here y'all[Outro]This for my trapped in the 90's niggasFor my trapped in the 90's niggasHa for y'all niggas