• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play
    PLAY

    [Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby
    [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae
    [Ghf] Check it out y'all
    [Nas] It's the science
    [Ghf] Fly wonderful
    [Rae] Yeah y'all
    [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
    [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
    [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
    [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
    [Ghf] Word up
    [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
    [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
    [Ghf] Word to the wise
    [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
    [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son
    [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
    [Nas] Tell em it's on right?
    [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme
    [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
    [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred
    [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
    [Ghf] Do it to em baby
    Verse One: Nas
    Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
    I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
    When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
    to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
    Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
    Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
    Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
    I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
    while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
    Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
    Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
    pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
    It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
    Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
    >From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
    Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
    Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
    True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
    Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
    Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
    In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
    Them older niggaz aint carin
    Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
    oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
    In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
    in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
    Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
    Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
    Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
    Gun wars my crew phantom like swords
    Verse Three: Ghostface Killer
    With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
    Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
    What I strive for is what I live for
    Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
    like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
    Future stacks yo I hold
    Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
    Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
    Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
    Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
    In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
    Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
    And what the fuck is you looking at?
    By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
    Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
    like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
    Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
    New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
    Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
    Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
    Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
    Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
    You told your boo you was whylin
    Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
    High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
    Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
    Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
    Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
    Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
    Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
    [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
    [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up
    [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
    [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever
    [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
    [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
    [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
    [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement

    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    Comente
    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Nas

    Publicidade
    Notícias
    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.


    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.