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    [Nas]
    They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
    It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
    A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
    Food for thought or rather mind wine
    The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
    on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
    It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
    I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
    There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
    My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me
    where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck
    Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
    Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
    Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
    Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you
    The mag inside the triple goose
    Face down on the floors, the routine
    Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
    Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps
    I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

    Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)

    Watch dem niggas that be close to you
    And make sure they do what they supposed to do
    Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
    Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

    [Nas]
    Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
    livin reckless, die for my necklace
    Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
    Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
    Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
    CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
    No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
    My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
    Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
    My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
    traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
    My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
    Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto

    Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown

    Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
    And make sure they do what they supposed to do
    Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
    Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
    Watch dem niggas that's close to you
    And make sure they do what they supposed to do
    Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
    Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

    [Nas]
    Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
    Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
    Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
    Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
    Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
    Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head
    Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine
    At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
    Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
    From all the ice, wouldn't you know -
    - you knew these niggaz all your life
    What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line
    now they had to target your Wisdom
    She took em to your place, straight to your safe
    You doubted it could happen sick of yappin
    Dump in your ride, headed to your side
    Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
    Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
    Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
    Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes

    Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown

    Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
    And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
    Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
    Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
    Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
    And make sure they do what they supposed to do
    Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
    Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

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