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Lyrics for The Message by Nas:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | It Was Written | | Track: | The Message | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 225 | | | | Lyrics: | Fake thug no love you get the slug cb4 gutso
Your luck no I didn't
know 'till I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out get fucked then ate out
Prostitute turned bitch I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out Montana way
the good f e l l a
Verbal a k spray dipped attache jumped out the range
Empty out
the ashtray a glass of zay
Make a man Cassius Clay
Red do plots
murder schemes 32
Shotguns regulate with my dunns
17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can
only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas style roll vice in linen
Antera's
spinning on milleniums
20 G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, lex with
t.v. set the minimum
I'll sex adrenaline
Party with villians
A case of
demi-sec to chase the henny
Wet any clique with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I
flaunt 'em
Chicken heads flock I lace 'em, fried
Broiled, amaze 'em, taste 'em,
place
they clit way out of formation
It's horizontal how I have 'em
Fucking
me in the benz wagon
Can it be vanity from last dragon
Grab gun it's on though, shit
is grimy
Real niggaz buck in broad daylight with
The broke mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck what they hear as
long as the dram's lit
Yo overnight
thugs, bug because they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass holligans stay on that piranha shit
I peeped you frontin, I was in the jeep
Sunk in the seat tinted with heat
beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the island in
eighty-nine
Laying up playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga
gave me mine clanked 'em
What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time
Dug
'em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em
So dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take
his biscuit before the cops come
Then they come asking me my name, what the fuck
I
got stitched up and went through the
left hospital that same night
What I got my gat
back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the
jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got
one
That clown niggaz through blazing out his crew daily
The bridge touched me up
severely hear me
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin
El's sippin Coors
on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggaz I was cool
With before we
used to score together
Uptown copping the raw but a-a thug changes
and love changes
and best friends become strangers
Word up
Yo to them niggaz gettin it on in
the world ya know
To them niggaz that locked down doing their thing
Surviving know
what I'm saying?
To my thorough niggaz New York and world wide
Yo to the Queens
Bridge militia 9-6 shit the firm clique
The illmatic nigga it was written though
Been a long time comin
Y'all fake niggaz trying to copy
Come with yo cool | | | |
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