[Intro: Nashawn]
Uh
2000
[Verse 1: Nashawn]
Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels
Clappin' these dudes
A straight born Killa
It's Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
Niggas that put holes in squealers
Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror
Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
Safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine
I'm floatin', left lane open where I could get through
The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
I skidded out, now I'm outta control
Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do'
I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
It's gotta be them cause I ain't dyin'
I'm bonin' out
Bit the top off a Guiness stoute
Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
Look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged niggas
[Chorus: Nas]
Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll niggas got the girly mouth?
Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with frowned face? Why the hoes love the Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'?
Why them Bravehearts roll hard with nickel plates?
With big slugs that can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryna imitate
These real niggas that'll punch you in your face?
Uh
2000
[Verse 1: Nashawn]
Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels
Clappin' these dudes
A straight born Killa
It's Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
Niggas that put holes in squealers
Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror
Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
Safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine
I'm floatin', left lane open where I could get through
The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
I skidded out, now I'm outta control
Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do'
I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
It's gotta be them cause I ain't dyin'
I'm bonin' out
Bit the top off a Guiness stoute
Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
Look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged niggas
[Chorus: Nas]
Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll niggas got the girly mouth?
Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with frowned face? Why the hoes love the Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'?
Why them Bravehearts roll hard with nickel plates?
With big slugs that can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryna imitate
These real niggas that'll punch you in your face?
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