NAS - The Foulness lyrics

rate me

Desert Storm

Firm Biz

Platinum

That's right... that's right

What the deal is?

Clue

I can take it back to blocks

Or all gods that used to slap box

They after your chain

Q-trains, playin the last stop

But regardless of rain

A mad hot

It neva mattered

Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me Savage

For the love of it

Till my death, they stay on sum other shit

Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness

Skyies are grayer, my whole clique despise the mayor

With dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest players

Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up

Private affairs

Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah

The streets a death trap

Greet chickens to where I rest at

Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed dat

It's only right though

I like em light, thin, and tight... cyco

Bony nails, ponytails, dressed in white gold

Her ass bet my life on the dice roll

You know the steela

Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya

React like what, clean cut

Act up, royal as King Tut

Diamond cut teeth, B what

I know some crews who go through cars like shoes

Some niggaz make the news, wild as animals, who saber tools on the A-venues

And V-waves, say shit from my pops stays, the dese days

And PJ's, I concentrate on how the weed strays

Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately

A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me

Iceberg, eyes burnt

Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird

Got a room sign on the door, not to disturb, we twist herb

Listen to rumors that this bitch heard, some of them absurb

Some made me say 'Word? '

Dozed off, clothes off

Hopin to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North

Make it home and get these fo-fos off

Word Up

Gotta get this shit right, Nature

Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere

The Firm is everywhere what?

Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy

Bring it to the tables

Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick

Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured

God explain it, we rollers want this dough and ganja

Visions of holdin toast I post bail join an arraignment

24, still have the same shit, another customer

Posing as a decoy, frontin kinda muscular

I buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffs

Narcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff

They fuckin sheisty, identify me by my Nikes

Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b

Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers

They swarmed with vultures, caught em hoppin outta carcasses

Niggaz is folders, phony potential beads is stolen

Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum

Seek advice in the streets light weed rightously on stolen land

Escapin out of state snakes to home a Sam

Foreva roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny

Effortlessly finesse the recipe

Til my death day forever fresh

Stay frontin pushin G.S. three's

Who checkin me? I called a playa who said this, 'D

Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully'.