Watch Dem N****s (feat. Foxy Brown)

They never realized, how real Nas is so decisive

It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this

A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime time

Food for thought or rather mind wine

The Don Juan, features the freak shit

My thesis on how we creep quick

Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret

It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me

I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

There ain't no drama that my **** never handle for me

My gator brand is Maurry, walking through rough land before me

Where the snakes put a smile on they face

Hoping and praying I'm stuck, scoping they lay in the cut

Weighing my luck

Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages

Winking at some female cops with cocked gauges

Really it's papers I'm addicted to

Wasn't for rap then I'd be sticking you

The mag inside the triple goose

Face down on the floors, the routine

Don't wanna hear nobody blow steam

Just cream or it's a smoke screen

Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps

I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Now how can I perfect this?

Living reckless, die for my necklace

Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish

Jetting, checking my message on the speaker

Bopping to Mona Lisa, brown reefer, ten Gs, gun and my Visa

CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D Roosevelt

No seat belt, drinking and thinking

My man caught a bad one, son, **** is frightened

Secret indictments adds on to one seeking enlightenment

My Movado says seven the God hour, that's if you follow

Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo

My fuck tomorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo

Escobar the desperado word to Custom Auto

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Some **** watch you

See you when you think you on the low

Ain't hard to spot you

You swore to keep it real after you blow

Three Ki's, new Vs, went to Anguilla with your hoe

Stayed around the hood

Smoothest cat, getting the dough

Them old timers

Advise you to them problems that's ahead

Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbin' your head

Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself

Nobody's taking mine, at the same time

Your hoe is getting snatched from behind

Put in the van, where's the hundred grand?

Script in her hand

From all the ice, wouldn't you know?

You knew these **** all your life

What made them mark you victim?

You fucked up somewhere down the line

Now they had to target your wisdom

She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe

You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping

Jump in your ride, headed to your side

Puffin' ganja get to your crib, can't find her

Just a reminder, shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out

Could've passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out

Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch them **** that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways