nasty nas freestyle, part 2
Singer:nas
i'm not your legal type of fella
marijuana smokin street dweller
who's always on the corner
it's never nuttin less than guess
cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
love committin sins and my friends sell crack
this nigga raps with a razor
never liked the shit from day one
cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
so i guzzle my hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
the type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
used to sport bally's and gazelle's with black frames
fly new chicks and new kicks
it's like that ya'll. i neva 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
the corners is the hot spot
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 glocc back
cause shit that i be freaking
like wateva god. you could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred
i light the marijuana smoke
and posers that i'm smoking with
my ganja left emotionless
but i'm not with the strange stuff
i stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
next stabber catchin 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
still is the same thing. no. matter the cell blocknas will be named king
i slaughter. drinking head rock. fuck sum water
peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder