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Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2

 

Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2


Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back, huh
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
It's like that ya'll I never stop ya'll
Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll
Straight out of the Bridge

It's real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners
Yo you beta get it on time kid
Star razor under my tongue and near my gums
When I'm not strapped I'll blow just before you cock your Glock back
Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
Cause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping G
I walk around mega hard, like watever God
You couldn't count how many niggas my bretta scarred
I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks
And posers that I'm smoking with
Couldn't take it, my ganja left emotionless
I leave your brain stuck
Giving hoes a plain fuck
They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
Next stabber catching reck, badder than a TEC would had-a
Lefted struck, now whose next up
I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas word up
A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing
No matter the cell block Nas will be named King
I slaughter drinking head rock
Fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder
To all the scramblers, be careful
Going hand in, hand
Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, word to mother

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