Nas - The Message Lyrics
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, cb4 gustoYour luck low, I didnt know til I was drunk thoughYou freak niggaz played out, get *****ed and ate outProstitute turned *****, I got the gauge out96 ways I made out, montana wayThe good-f-e-l-l-a, verbal ak sprayDipped attache, jumped out the range, empty out the ashtrayA glass of ze make a man cassius clayRed dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotgunsRegulate wit my dunns, 17 rocks gleam from one ringYo let me let yall niggaz know one thingTheres one life, one love, so there can only be one kingThe highlights of livin, vegas style roll dice in linenAntera spinnin on milleniums, twenty g bets Im winnin themThreats Im sendin them, lex with tv sets the minimumIll sex adrenalineParty with villians, a case of demi-sec to chase the hennyWet any clique, with the semi-tech who want itDiamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace emFried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legsWay out of formation, its horizontal how I have em*****in me in the benz wagonCan it be vanity from last dragonGrab your gun its on thoughShit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylightWith the broke mac it wont spray rightDont give a ***** who they hit, as long as the dramas litYo, overnight thugs, bug cause they aint promised shitHungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shitChorus: samples from new york state of mind (repeat 4x)I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death -] nasI aint the type of brother made for you to start testin -] nas[nas]I peeped you frontin, I was in the jeepSunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpinAcross the streat you was wildinTalkin bout how you ran the island in eighty-nineLayin up, playin the yard with crazy shineI *****ed a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked himWhat was he thinkin on my corner when its pay me timeDug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug himSo dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numbSpun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped sonCaught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit fore the cops comeThen they came askin me my name, what the *****I got stitched up and went throughLeft the hospital that same night, whatGot my gat back, time to backtrackI had to drop so how the ***** I get clappedBlack was in the jeep watchin all these scenes speed byIt was a brown datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got oneThat clown niggas through, blazin at his crew dailyThe bridge touched me up severely hear me?So when I rhyme its sincerely yoursBe lightin ls sippin coors, on all floors in project hallsContemplatin war niggaz I was cool with beforeWe used to score together, uptown coppin the rawBut uhh, a thug changes, and love changesAnd best friends become strangers, word upChorus: first from new york state of mind, then halftime (repeat 4x)Yall know my steelo -] nasThere aint an army that could strike back -] nas[nas]Thug niggazYo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know?To them niggaz thats locked downDoin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin?To my thorough niggaz, new york and world wideYo to the queensbridge militia9-6 shit.. the firm clique, illmatic niggaIt was written thoughIts been a long time cominYall fake niggaz, tryin to copyBetter come with the real thoughFake ass niggaz yo..(they throw us slugs we throwin em back, what? )Bring the shit man, live man(***** that son)Nine-six shit..
