Nas - The Foulness Lyrics
[Nas:]Desert StormFirm BizPlatinum[DJ Clue:]That's right... that's right[Nas:]What the deal is?[DJ Clue:]Clue[Nature:]I can take it back to blocksOr all gods that used to slap boxThey after your chainQ-trains, playin the last stopBut regardless of rainA mad hotIt neva matteredLife just ***** and cable, plus they labeled me SavageFor the love of itTill my death, they stay on sum other shitPops shoot, second nut, inherited his stubornessSkyies are grayer, my whole clique despise the mayorWith dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest playersStay in the cut, forever ganja-ed upPrivate affairsCause pride in my fairs, News Years to HanukkahThe streets a death trapGreet chickens to where I rest atChiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed datIt's only right thoughI like em light, thin, and tight... cycoBony nails, ponytails, dressed in white goldHer ass bet my life on the dice rollYou know the steelaWho rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya[Nas:]React like what, clean cutAct up, royal as King TutDiamond cut teeth, B whatI know some crews who go through cars like shoesSome niggaz make the news, wild as animals, who saber tools on the A-venuesAnd V-waves, say shit from my pops stays, the dese daysAnd PJ's, I concentrate on how the weed straysUnlike the thoughts of many, unfortunatelyA lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit meIceberg, eyes burntFlights to Pittsburgh with this birdGot a room sign on the door, not to disturb, we twist herbListen to rumors that this ***** heard, some of them absurbSome made me say 'Word? 'Dozed off, clothes offHopin to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow NorthMake it home and get these fo-fos offWord Up[Nas: speaking]Gotta get this shit right, NatureNeed the paper, Desert Storm everywhereThe Firm is everywhere what?Bring it to the tables like this Major BoyBring it to the tables[Nature:]Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pickCollapsed on the opposition, soldiers is capturedGod explain it, we rollers want this dough and ganjaVisions of holdin toast I post bail join an arraignment24, still have the same shit, another customerPosing as a decoy, frontin kinda muscularI buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffsNarcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply the stuffThey *****in sheisty, identify me by my NikesDice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price bExtortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officersThey swarmed with vultures, caught em hoppin outta carcassesNiggaz is folders, phony potential beads is stolenCan't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotumSeek advice in the streets light weed rightously on stolen landEscapin out of state snakes to home a SamForeva roll with fam, no rest it's just my destinyEffortlessly finesse the recipeTil my death day forever freshStay frontin pushin G.S. three'sWho checkin me? I called a playa who said this, 'D***** a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully'.
