MIA (3 Heats) lyrics

by

Nas


[Hook]
I keep three heats on me
.45, Glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade
Any n*gga try to stunt get sprayed
What happened to the body? n*gga, MIA!

[Verse 1]
Swear a n*gga stuntin', but I do this everyday
Had them hoes bouncin' on my di*k like a Chevrolet
Put on for my city, n*gga city on my face
And I'm 'bout to throw a party, tell Diddy send a case
f*ck a square n*gga, I'll say it to his face
Rap n*ggas quick to tell like it's a snitch n*gga race
My n*gga Frank told me, "take your time bakin' cakes"
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace
n*gga said he gob' rob me, b*tch you could miss me
Stay strapped up like I'm 5150
Mo' K's than the mothaf*ckin' pitcher
Get your ass smoked like a Swisher

[Hook]
I keep three heats on me
.45, Glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade
Any n*gga try to stunt get sprayed
What happened to the body? n*gga, MIA!
[Verse 2]
In the mirror, "where you headed n*gga?" To the f*ckin' gun range
f*ck the paper, n*gga shoot the whole f*ckin' gun range
Yellin' at the cop car "soo-woo", here I come Wayne
Bail only a hundred thousand, n*gga that's chump change
Back on deuces, front's on dubs
Bet a Bentley and a Phantom that this b*tch don't run
When you worth twenty mill, you can shine when it's sunny
Just turned thirty, so I can't be from Young Money
There's Young Money and there's young money
n*ggas from the crew then there's n*gga with young money
Hatin' on a real n*gga cause he on and you not
Cut your head, got some tats, now he think he 2Pac
n*gga pull up at the club tryin' to floss
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross
Say he sellin' birds can't tell you what it costs
How the f*ck you gon' get a chicken off

[Hook]
I keep three heats on me
.45, Glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade
Any n*gga try to stunt get sprayed
What happened to the body? n*gga, MIA!

[Verse 3]
n*gga sold ten million now they say I'm Hollywood
If I sold ten more, sh*t I probably would
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug
f*cked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club
Hoes tryin' to give me pills, b*tch I ain't into drugs
Coconut Ciroc by the case, give me groupie love
Grammy nominated, ain't forgot about the stove
Paint the Phantom all red, call that b*tch Derrick Rose
In and out of lanes, 24's insane
To think I got this far from sellin' cocaine
I'm a stand up n*gga, get your grands up n*gga
Take your ass to Staples, get your rubber bands up n*gga
Made all this f*ckin' money what the f*ck I'm gon' cop now
I don't know but I'm comin' through with the top down
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter
One more and I'ma take 'em to the Carter
[Hook]
I keep three heats on me
.45, Glock and a gauge
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D. Wade
Any n*gga try to stunt get sprayed
What happened to the body? n*gga, MIA!
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