Nas - Loco-Motive Lyrics
[Featuring: Large Professor][Intro]42nd street terminal[Verse 1: Nas]Yo, yo, I live it and I speak itMy religion is reeferBig moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep withMy visions are realistic, nothin' is figurativeI can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to liveBlunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bledWho we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for deadWho are you niggas? Why argue niggas?The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggasThey wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"Pointin' to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this"Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honestWar stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karmaSip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskeyRap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimplyShatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chaliceDue to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispenseryOfficial kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with***** your ice, I rock rubies, amethystI'll ***** your wife cause she a groupie, scandalousThis for my bad hood *****es, ghetto glamorous[Break: Large Professor]Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?What we talkin' 'bout niggas?This is Nas, what, NasWhat, Nasty, what, recollect, *****er[Verse 2: Nas]At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'Integrity intact, reppin' hardThey askin' how he disappear and reappear back on topSayin', "Nas must have ***** pictures of God or somethin'"To keep winnin' is my way like FrancisAs long as I'm breathin', 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 smilin', 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 bein' up down up, play with cash[Break: Large Professor]My nigga's like a locomotiveNas, we push it, mush 'emQueensbridge to BushwickHarlem, Bronx, all thatYou ain't even supposed to be hereYou know where you at?[Verse 3: Nas]At night, New York, eat a slice too hotUse my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouthShit was felissimo, melted pot, city sweltering hotStaggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shotI was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealedReachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caughtToken man safe behind a locked door for sureMinor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'Lookin' for the ? young, but now we older chiefin'In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick RickBuggin' on how his imagination was so sickIt's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teethAlcohol agin' my niggas faster than feloniesHow dare I? Must be, somethin' 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
