Dj Clue - Live From The Bridge (feat. Nas) Lyrics
f/ NasYo, this is Nas with my Man DJ ClueThe Professional part twoPuttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like thatStraight outta Q.B. all the way around the *****in' worldBlack Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,Q.B. Braveheart nigga...[Verse 1]Was classified as the bastard who diedrumors say I came back alive with an axeand attacked niggas actin' like Nasmy passion is to capitalizecome through my hood you get jacked for your ridecatch you from the passengers sidemy words turn the sea redlike the eyes of a weed headya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggsI ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets droppedyour soul go further up than astronautsI talk it and live itya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killersin Newyork I'm the realestpredicted by fortune tellerssick with the talkin' methodsAK's, Berettasmy whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettisrammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough gettersand ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' *****in' with usnothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' usUgh![Verse 2]When ya'll niggas falland start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio HallI'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ballwith Kool and the Gang, doin' my thingprincess cut chainsI bend *****es like bike framesmy tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightningI'll have her wearin' tight jeansgivin' nice brains in a white Rangepullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dameI'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamuswe flowin' to St. Thomasjewelry box full of stones so I can change diamondsmatchin' masterpieces on black sandy beacheseven the paparazzi tries to peep usdisguised with dark shades and fake beardsa lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks herebut I showed the tabloids bogus passportsI told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy.[Verse 3]Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shitDenali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benzwatchin' ESPN with two dime lesbiansI hit it of course, I did it to flossthe last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and CrossEsco, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula'cause I'm in a castle with a ***** cold waxin' herI leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatulapass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor'till I meet a gangsta *****, give her banks to hitin return all she wants to do is drink the dick***** street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedosstomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinosa Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reloadwe keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo
