Gangsta sh*t lyrics

by

Nas


[Verse 1]
Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real n*gga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the circ*mstances I'mma stay filthy
Doe forever, the live stay low forever
And f*ck n*ggas, cause it's hard to keep them close together
No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance

[Hook]
Aiyo, holler if you with me n*ggas
Swallow if you with me trick
Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta sh*t)
I got n*ggas in jail for life behind this (Gangsta sh*t)
We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta sh*t)
Play with me if you want to n*gga
Trick where's my money at
You die f*cking with me in this (Gangsta sh*t)
I wouldn't have it any way beside this (Gangsta sh*t)
And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta sh*t)
[Verse 2]
Listen, I'm not mixed with any studios tricks
And no special effects, that you see in flicks
It's all rugged, you gotta love it
College dorm tape back n*ggas gotta dub it
Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart
I'm stand up
My photograph it's like a porch of art, please respect
Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don't do it
I firmly believe in finesse its no other
Come f*ck with the clothe lover
Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking ho toucher toast with me
It's like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me
For self rock smoke a whole 50, I'm way different
Only b*tch n*ggas stay riffing
Show boating til they lay stiffing
Do the knowledge, smooth n*ggas move lovers
Holla back it's on you daddy, you decide it
Throw the dice

[Hook]

I'm adored by the most live
Hustler or rap n*gga toured on both sides
It's all the same, spot game do a close die
Won't close shop until mother-f*ckers know tie
Recognize prepare for the second rise
I'm certified, currency is what I'm specialize
So pay homage, relate like the Masonic
Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage
We all trapped, don I started all of that
Jewels and bottles, y'all bums y'all need to fall back
Ya'll all birds, speaking using wrong words
f*ck a woofer, this winter I'm rocking long furs
Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked
Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me
Crab n*ggas can't be me
Broke b*tches regardless y'all can't G me
It ain't easy
[Hook]
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