Nas - Suspect Lyrics
* 45 seconds of talking/skit *[nas]It was a murderJake just hit the corner people swarmingThree in the morning I jumped out my cab like *****,Niggaz is buck, mega bloodshed, the tapes redI heard some bird whisper, yo he should have duckedI puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rillaIm all high its late Im looking down at the fellaShits pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushionHis moms had a stare I wouldnt dare second look when I murkIt hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminderThat the streets designed to stop your life, plotThe beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fellFirst time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frailBursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cellMy niggas never snitch why tellWe roll with no regrets, destinys, fiftys and equitiesQueensll be the death of meChorus:To the suspect witness dont come outsideYou might get your shit pushed back tonight(suspect witness dont come outsideYou might get your shit pushed back tonight)Chorus[nas]Dear god, I want the riches, money hungry *****es infestedGiving the jealous niggas sickness, the witnessMy crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essenceTry to test this, scientist, able and recklessSlaughter, nauticad down, frames look petiteTen millis, mix designed just for my physiqueI keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovelyMy pants hang low while Im dancing, sipping the bubblyHey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes chineseRollin two phillies together make blunts siameseI meant it, I represent it, descendant made ofEarly natives that were captured and taught to think backwardsTrapped us in a cracker psychiatric, its massiveA million man march, alert the massesTen glocks, armani in small print, upon my glassesDon assassins, armageddon, the wettinNever freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatenedLife was written, the plot curves behind the settinComprehend the grammar, manfrione -- are you the type of niggaTo shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tomeNiggaz get hit and wrap the plasticThe mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a mack isWhat you with? luchi or drama, no sleep means insomniaNo need to check the clock, the streets are timin youChorus[nas]It justifies, nas escobars leavin shit mesmerizedMega live, like the third worldDecipher my deceiver make him a believerSpitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiverBond is my life so I live by my wordNever fraudulent queensbridge dont make no herbsSpread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakinRebel to america civilization caught you sleepin* talkin to fade *
