NAS - Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2 lyrics

rate me

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella

Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller

Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed

When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess

Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh

Love committin sins and my friends sell crack

This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue

The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one

Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts

So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts

The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator

The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator

Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game

Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames

Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs

Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

It's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll... Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll

Straight out of the Bridge

It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble

The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals

Who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners

Yo... You beta get it on time kid...

Star razor under my tongue... and near my gums

When I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you cock your glocc back

Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking

Cause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G

I walk around mega hard, like wateva God...

You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred

I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks

And posers that I'm smoking with

Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless

I leave your brain stuck

Giving hoes a plain fuck

They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff

When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger

Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...

Lefted struck, now whose next up...

I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word Up

A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing...

No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King

I slaughter... drinking head rock...

Fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder

To all the scramblers, be careful

Goin hand in, hand

Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother