Nas - Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2 Lyrics
[Verse 1:]Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fellaMoet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dwellerWho's always on the corner, rollin up blessedWhen I dress, it's never nuttin less than GuessCold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huhLove committin sins and my friends sell crackThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongueThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day oneCause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stuntsSo I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad bluntsThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, acceleratorThe type of nigga who be pissin in your elevatorSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack gameUsed to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black framesNow I'm into fat chains, sex and TecsFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck'sIt's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll...Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'llStraight out of the Bridge[Verse 2:]It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungleGet murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumbleThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminalsWho don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-townersYo... You beta get it on time kid...Star razor under my tongue... and near my gumsWhen I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you ***** your glocc backTouch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speakingCause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... GI walk around mega hard, like wateva God...You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarredI light the marijuana smoke, and chicksAnd posers that I'm smoking withCould'nttake it, my ganja left emotionlessI leave your brain stuckGiving hoes a plain *****They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuffWhen I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a daggerNext stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...Lefted struck, now whose next up...I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word UpA sing-sing, ***** is a hang, still is the same thing...No... matter the cell blockNas will be named KingI slaughter... drinking head rock...***** sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorderTo all the scramblers, be carefulGoin hand in, handCause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother
