Live From the Bridge DJ Clue (Ft. Nas)

[Intro]
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the fuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. Braveheart nigga...

[Verse 1]
Was classified as the bastard who died
Rumors say I came back alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas
My passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red
Like the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than astronauts
I talk it and live it
Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness
Cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the realest
Predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods
AK's, Berettas
My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Ramming niggers' like Saint Louis, we're dough-getters'
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us
Ugh!