Nas - Nasty Lyrics

[Nas]
Word
Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars
Check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit' diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot, and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes, drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought the world "Crazy," I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend blastin'
I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib
Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket, on the floors, ceilings, the safe
Bitch I got all you envy, but don't offend me.
I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me?
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer car, rush to the bar Move, niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin'. Bet a hundred stacks, niggas'll run it back
Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact


For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin', sayin'
"It was Nas I used to hustle wit'"
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past this. Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
Enjoying the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, you flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga

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