Loco-Motive
42nd street terminal
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothings figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this
Pointin to they scars like, Right here, baby, really Nas did this
Like a badge of honor, not braggin Im just honest
War stories we tell them, nothins realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
Yo, what we talkin bout niggas?
What we talkin bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin in public housin
Integrity in tact, reppin hard
They askin how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin, Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin
To keep winnin is my way like Francis
As long as Im breathin, Ill take chances
A soldier comin home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin theres no sense to cry and complain, just go head
So much to write and say, yo I dont know where to start
So Ill begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldnt even be smilin, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein up down up, play with cash
My niggas like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You aint even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin
Lookin for the young, but now we older chiefin
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin on how his imagination was so sick
Its ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
Im here yall
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for yall niggas
