Nas

Nas - The Message lyrics

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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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Author: N. Jones/S. Barnes, Nasir Jones, Samuel Barnes, Dominic Miller, Sting

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc., Zomba Enterprises, Inc., Ill Will Music, Inc., Slamuwell Productions Inc., DJ Premier Publishing, Gifted Pearl, Grand Imperial Music, Bridgeport Music, Inc., Juvenile Hall Music, BMG-Careers Music Inc., Famous Music Corporat

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: It Was Written (1996)

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