DaSun
06-01-2007, 06:55 PM
Artist: Blitz f/ Nas, Tre Williams
Album: N/A
Song: Hush
Typed by: DaSun
One, one, one, shot
Rep a lil', of course I'll leave that ass on the head
[Verse One: Blitz]
This must be a warnin' sign, what's on their mind?
Their energy expired, niggaz been borderline
Use to see them all the time, though they figured I was blind
Watchin' them watchin' me, while they be watchin' mine
However, can't blame a mental wishin' ain't wrong
Soon as I get in position to dismiss 'em they gon'
Walk silent, no smilin', no handshake
Thuggin' wit a history of violence, they can't break
Whisper like, bitches hear the words when they echo of the bricks about Blitz
I watch you squirm when that Tec blow
Niggaz need to get a grip of them loose lips
You slip, you - get rid up wit two clips
True shit!, true story no false hood
Small world, we bump heads in the same club, it's all good
Now I'm low-key wit it, me and my co-d's kick it
Couple of bottles and you know we lift it
Strategies how to get at these guys, wit wicked-eyes glarin'
The same ones who summed the guttas at Nas
Now in return, was the moment I waited
So many moments that I waited
To get back wit every moment I tasted
Feelin' tension, now they know we here
My phone rings, and it's clear
How ironic, that's the homey right here
"What's good nigga?, everybody is in, we just waitin' on you"
[Chorus: Tre Williams]
Niggaz talkin' about what they gon' do - HUSH!
when the things up on you - what?
Nigga I don't even blame you
You know your business; you'll guide it just to be there
Niggaz talkin' about what they gon' do - HUSH!
when the things up on you - what?
Nigga I don't even blame you
'Cause I'ma be the last man standin'
[Verse Two: Nas]
They comin' at us from every direction
Each and everyone one of them with size no less than
Some linebackers, now this nigga ask the one question
"Who these guys know?", "no" replied, "now we got the wrong impression"
He must be thinkin' we won't leave him dead and stinkin'
Huggin' two dozen roses in the back of a Lincoln
Uh, time's shrinkin', no patience left
It was me, Gov, Cuzzo, Black, and little Nef
No escapin' death, it's either us or them
Cuz left a hole in his chest bigger than his rims
The DJ backspins announcement on the sound system
Niggaz lives endin', they rich enough to buy women
Linen suits wasn't bulletproof
Adios!, mad fights breakin' out over by the coats
I'm tryin' to hide the toast, sneakin' out
Hawaiian hoes in the hotel, why the fuck did we go out?
Jump in the car, who they recognize? . . . Nas
That's all I need, another fuckin' charge
Bargin' the hotel, Cuzin's like, "oh well"
Nef got caught and guess who gotta post bail
Took a while but I see how niggaz get down
Get me all hot and now I gotta skip town
And I ain't even the shooter, fell asleep with the Ruger
Next day we caught a flight to St. Lucia
[Chorus: Tre Williams]
Album: N/A
Song: Hush
Typed by: DaSun
One, one, one, shot
Rep a lil', of course I'll leave that ass on the head
[Verse One: Blitz]
This must be a warnin' sign, what's on their mind?
Their energy expired, niggaz been borderline
Use to see them all the time, though they figured I was blind
Watchin' them watchin' me, while they be watchin' mine
However, can't blame a mental wishin' ain't wrong
Soon as I get in position to dismiss 'em they gon'
Walk silent, no smilin', no handshake
Thuggin' wit a history of violence, they can't break
Whisper like, bitches hear the words when they echo of the bricks about Blitz
I watch you squirm when that Tec blow
Niggaz need to get a grip of them loose lips
You slip, you - get rid up wit two clips
True shit!, true story no false hood
Small world, we bump heads in the same club, it's all good
Now I'm low-key wit it, me and my co-d's kick it
Couple of bottles and you know we lift it
Strategies how to get at these guys, wit wicked-eyes glarin'
The same ones who summed the guttas at Nas
Now in return, was the moment I waited
So many moments that I waited
To get back wit every moment I tasted
Feelin' tension, now they know we here
My phone rings, and it's clear
How ironic, that's the homey right here
"What's good nigga?, everybody is in, we just waitin' on you"
[Chorus: Tre Williams]
Niggaz talkin' about what they gon' do - HUSH!
when the things up on you - what?
Nigga I don't even blame you
You know your business; you'll guide it just to be there
Niggaz talkin' about what they gon' do - HUSH!
when the things up on you - what?
Nigga I don't even blame you
'Cause I'ma be the last man standin'
[Verse Two: Nas]
They comin' at us from every direction
Each and everyone one of them with size no less than
Some linebackers, now this nigga ask the one question
"Who these guys know?", "no" replied, "now we got the wrong impression"
He must be thinkin' we won't leave him dead and stinkin'
Huggin' two dozen roses in the back of a Lincoln
Uh, time's shrinkin', no patience left
It was me, Gov, Cuzzo, Black, and little Nef
No escapin' death, it's either us or them
Cuz left a hole in his chest bigger than his rims
The DJ backspins announcement on the sound system
Niggaz lives endin', they rich enough to buy women
Linen suits wasn't bulletproof
Adios!, mad fights breakin' out over by the coats
I'm tryin' to hide the toast, sneakin' out
Hawaiian hoes in the hotel, why the fuck did we go out?
Jump in the car, who they recognize? . . . Nas
That's all I need, another fuckin' charge
Bargin' the hotel, Cuzin's like, "oh well"
Nef got caught and guess who gotta post bail
Took a while but I see how niggaz get down
Get me all hot and now I gotta skip town
And I ain't even the shooter, fell asleep with the Ruger
Next day we caught a flight to St. Lucia
[Chorus: Tre Williams]