Lakeview Terrace movie - Made You Look lyrics
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[shotgun blast]<br>
[old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]<br>
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[Verse 1: Nas]<br>
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective<br>
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'<br>
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice<br>
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo<br>
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro<br>
Only describe us as soldier survivors<br>
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse<br>
In a white tee lookin for wifie<br>
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely<br>
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze<br>
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless<br>
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem<br>
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'<br>
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with<br>
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that<br>
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at<br>
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat<br>
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back<br>
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[Chorus: Nas]<br>
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look<br>
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up<br>
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?<br>
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They shootin'! -- Aw made you look<br>
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up<br>
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?<br>
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[Verse 2: Nas]<br>
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop<br>
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot<br>
My live niggaz lit up the reefer<br>
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper<br>
Don't start none, won't be none<br>
No reason for your mans to panic<br>
You don't wanna see no ambulances<br>
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup<br>
That's the way you get Timberland'd up<br>
Let the music diffuse all the tension<br>
Ball or convention, free admission<br>
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift<br>
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept<br>
All my just-comin' homies, parolees<br>
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly<br>
Get out my face, you people so phoney<br>
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
[thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots]<br>
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[Verse 3: Nas]<br>
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude<br>
I lay you out, show you what steel do<br>
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges<br>
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas<br>
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"<br>
Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma<br>
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers<br>
Whatever you choose, whatever you do<br>
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too<br>
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love<br>
Lemme feel how the head is<br>
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest<br>
[record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella]<br>
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class<br>
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth<br>
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'<br>
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness<br>
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