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Viewing Lyrics for Watch Dem Niggaz:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | It Was Written | | Track: | Watch Dem Niggaz | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | they never realized how real NAS is so decisive
it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist
that made me write this
a slight twist of lime rhyme
be chasin down your primetime
foos for thouught we rather mind wine
the Don Juan features the freak shit
my
thesis on how we creep with
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 niggas never handle for me
my gator brand is Maurry
walking through rough land before me
where the snakes put a
smile on their face
hoping and praying i'm stuck
scoping they lay in the cut,
weighing my luck
player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages
winking at
some females cops with cocked gages
really it's paper I'm addicted to
wasn't for rap
then I'd sticking you
that mack 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 bragging rap
I zone to each his own in this
ghetto inhabitant
chorus:
watch dem niggas that be close to you
and
make sure they do what they're suppose to do
cause you know they be thinking about smoking
you
never personal nowadays, it's the way
now how can I perfect this living
reckless
die for my necklace
crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish
jettin, checkin my message on a speaker
bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer
ten g's,
gun and my VISA
cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt
no selt belt
drinking and thinking
my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened
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 cus D'Amato
chorus
unplugged shit, a thug itself
hit sucker for love shit
seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it
dumb
quick, chasin my dick
made a bum bitch rich, stale fish
heard she naked in jail
flicks
mamacita black widow turned to be back seater
satin pillow a pimpstress and
willow
cooking my blow head slow ice swelling
dishonor the grain--I had to split in
my circumference
be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith
I'm clever--my mama
told me take cheddar
by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better
rock a iron sweater
under soft leather
harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together
wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division
hundred is missing every time they do a
frisking
all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken
I'm out to be captured
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