Nas - Escobar '97 Lyrics
Chorus:Honies, cash, weed, carsGhetto celebrities, hood movie starsGat slingers now rap singers are who we areWent from nasty to nas to nas to escobarThe path we all walk, starts out long its like a boardwalkMonopoly, some make it around, some go down, its prophecyHappy days balancing with lifes atrocitiesHoppin in vs, knowin some day I got to lead properlyHigh up in a five realizing the price paidFor this life laid in the light shadeOne might say, top of the worlds two whips, a crib and a girlQuick to celebrate it, poppin corks like they made itPretentious, arrogant niggas is senselessPro ball players with white wives, peep they night livesWhile you could catch me in a crisp white fiveDark tinted, dijon-scented, with al green onMy theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrongI mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donutsNow I grown up, got it chromed upGot the rap game sewn up, sho-nuffNiggas acting cool, but its really no loveI feel a slow buzz, off the dutchThis is everyday, every secondGot to make it pay, every lesson I learntGot me open while most of these rappersll stay burntChorus 2x (the second time honies changes to money)With so much drama in qbc, its kinda hard being escobarroElderado red, sippin dom out the bottleMy life is like a donald goines novelWe wave glasses like bravoDrunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pocketsMy niggas from the block rock this,Box cocaine, cook it and chop itLooking to profit, in different waysGoin through this difficult stage, called lifeBut each year my physicals praisedSome fell beyond the reach of helpCut in the street, thinkin they could teach theyselfWhen all we wanted was a piece of wealthAnd randomly, feed our familyThe streets are insanityAmply, living in ths thugs fantasyRichest nigga in show biz is what I plan to beHeavy chain and my qb sway, living this kings lifeMagazines write about me, in this dream its all tightChorus 2x (the second time honies changes to money)Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of painIced the chain and all the followers cameThey tried to throw me off track, but I caught thatThey thought I lost thatBut Im continuing to make more stacksHalftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittinTrips overseas, southeast, diamond and richesSleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin real scared, on theGroundRollie flush, princess cuts, and large roundsThe crews up, findin time to shine rocksIts real, you violate, be in a pine boxIf it go there, I lay you before you lay me, its crazyI didnt make the game, the game made meRecords for the babies so they raised up in mansionsHaters keep hating, and ladiesll keep glancingYall know the routine out this mutha*****a.... word up
