Nas - Live Nigga Rap

[Intro: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack son)

For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt son)

Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt son)

For niggas don't know how to act

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously

Havoc and P, Queens niggas so it seem to be

Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise

Mega got word back from Noreaga

The D.A. got video cassette tape of

The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper

Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up

Pig-tied they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles

I been through, crime shit my niggas into

Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin him too

JFK on our way to L.A

Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré

My crew do it the Mobb way, every day

Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me

Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli

Now undress, you know the drill-y

Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats

I have yet to met challenger who go against my set

Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette, shavin' closely on

Any character approach me

I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny

While cat burg-lars tryin' to sneak peep the recipe

Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet

You pay about $5,000 a plate

[Verse 2: Havoc]

No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid

The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib

Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely

It's only me, and the gat that's holdin' me

We got it locked beyond measure, your clique's under pressure

Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser

Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped

(Floatin' in the river with your body wrapped in plastic)

Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin'

QB represent fuck that, it can happen

While you rappin', I'm busy tryin' to sneak the gat in

Contamin', cut the party short while you jammin'

We think smarter, reach harder

Got the .44, bodyguard of somethin' you don't want a part of

If I was you, then I would do what I have to

But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you

Then stepped off casually, naturally me

[Verse 3: Nas]

Niggas thinkin' shit sweet, I carry big heat

Wavy hair, chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep

Queens murder cliques meet, yellow tapes on black gates

Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait

I escape into zones, that's irregular

Why debate on the phone, I'm solar cellular

Escobar 600

You just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it

Curriculum of a mathologist

Deep throats, they try to swallow this

Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists

I preserve in my dome, niggas mics is full of silicone

Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life

I put my word on it

Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it

Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Airy lodges

We like a smooth fam', but rougher than El DeBarge's

Catchin' charges, of marksmen, livin' heartless

Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit

We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums

From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em

[Outro: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

For niggas don't know how to act

To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(Live nigga rap)

For niggas don't know how to act

To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(Live nigga rap)

For niggas don't know how to act

To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(If you's a live nigga)

• Artist:Nas
• Album:Was Written