DaSun
05-21-2007, 02:50 PM
Artist: Nas f/ Foxy Brown
Album: Unreleased
Song: Watch Dem Niggas (Alternate 3rd Verse)
[Verse One: Nas]
They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin 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, fuckin' your wife that ain't so 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floors, the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[Nas]
Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
livin reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin my message on the speaker
Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[Nas]
Unplugged shit, a thug gets hit, sucker for love shit
Seven-carat stone, that's transparent, she loves it
Dumb quick, chasin' my dick
Made a bum bitch, stale fish, heard she naked in jail flicks
Mamacita, black widow, turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows, a pimpstress in willow
Cookin' my blow and head slow, ice swellin'
Dishonor the grain, I gotta split my wife melon
So I can see the seven seas in my circumference
Beat her and lunged in, polishin' pistols like a gunsmith
I'm clever, my mama told me take cheddar
By slugs or drugs, whatever calculate better
Rock an iron sweater, under soft leather
Harder like Kenyatta, from the Donald Goines saga
Put forth together
Wanted in prison, by Queens Narcotic Division
Hundreds is missin', everytime they do a friskin'
"All units position", blitzin', 'cause of this chicken
I'm out to be captured, with no restriction
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
(uhh)
Album: Unreleased
Song: Watch Dem Niggas (Alternate 3rd Verse)
[Verse One: Nas]
They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin 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, fuckin' your wife that ain't so 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floors, the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[Nas]
Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
livin reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin my message on the speaker
Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
[Nas]
Unplugged shit, a thug gets hit, sucker for love shit
Seven-carat stone, that's transparent, she loves it
Dumb quick, chasin' my dick
Made a bum bitch, stale fish, heard she naked in jail flicks
Mamacita, black widow, turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows, a pimpstress in willow
Cookin' my blow and head slow, ice swellin'
Dishonor the grain, I gotta split my wife melon
So I can see the seven seas in my circumference
Beat her and lunged in, polishin' pistols like a gunsmith
I'm clever, my mama told me take cheddar
By slugs or drugs, whatever calculate better
Rock an iron sweater, under soft leather
Harder like Kenyatta, from the Donald Goines saga
Put forth together
Wanted in prison, by Queens Narcotic Division
Hundreds is missin', everytime they do a friskin'
"All units position", blitzin', 'cause of this chicken
I'm out to be captured, with no restriction
Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown
Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
(uhh)