Nas - 1996 Freestyle lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - 1996 Freestyle lyrics]
What up? Escobar season begins
Repent your sins nine-Six
Trackmasters check it
Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly
Pretty thug show no love it's
Like when doves cry
Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land
Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin
Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul
Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron
At the airport the Mobb picked
Me up in a truck
Jewelry chunky like fuck never
Scared to get stuck so whats the deal Papi?
Heard the feds could've knocked me
Had the cuban posse all up
In my room and lobby
Negotiating, my name holds weight
We motivatin'
Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan
The Firm waitin'
To get ajourned cause we facing
Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it
The white numbin ya toungue
I bought it from Dominicans
A suitcase of benjamins swung
Tight in his fingers
Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights
Grab the white murder everything in site
And jet in the Bimmers
Now im home with the phone screaner
Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner
Checkin my mail reading my supoena
To the witness standing, I got remanded
Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it
Gotta fight my case from the inside
Niggas telling, i felt it coming when
My pockets started swelling
But thats the game for ya
Hid a stash to ya lawyers
Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya'
Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut
Million dollar bail what?
Z put up the house and I was out
Word the Fuck Up time to get the shit on son
Tryna trap a nigga incarcerate me yo'
Check it tho, yo, yo
Im gonna make it if I try
Cross my heart hope to die
(cross my heart hope to die)
Im gonna make it if I try
Cross my heart hope to die
Praise the Lord
Ive been scarred with hot water
Days are shorter
Next court dates around the corner
Money ain't the same, shit is outta order
Since the days of Rich Porter
Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid
Now I run up in cribs, body shit
But no women no kids
In the Bridge where the murderers live
I used to make a quarter million monthly
I was ill until they sunk me
Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots
Bought a passport off a junkie
The Firm helped me flee out the country
Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land
Chilling with my man Jungle
The commissioner Stout
Killa B, what it is nigga firm biz
Repent your sins nine-Six
Trackmasters check it
Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly
Pretty thug show no love it's
Like when doves cry
Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land
Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin
Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul
Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron
At the airport the Mobb picked
Me up in a truck
Jewelry chunky like fuck never
Scared to get stuck so whats the deal Papi?
Heard the feds could've knocked me
Had the cuban posse all up
In my room and lobby
Negotiating, my name holds weight
We motivatin'
Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan
The Firm waitin'
To get ajourned cause we facing
Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it
The white numbin ya toungue
I bought it from Dominicans
A suitcase of benjamins swung
Tight in his fingers
Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights
Grab the white murder everything in site
And jet in the Bimmers
Now im home with the phone screaner
Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner
Checkin my mail reading my supoena
To the witness standing, I got remanded
Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it
Gotta fight my case from the inside
Niggas telling, i felt it coming when
My pockets started swelling
But thats the game for ya
Hid a stash to ya lawyers
Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya'
Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut
Million dollar bail what?
Z put up the house and I was out
Word the Fuck Up time to get the shit on son
Tryna trap a nigga incarcerate me yo'
Check it tho, yo, yo
Im gonna make it if I try
Cross my heart hope to die
(cross my heart hope to die)
Im gonna make it if I try
Cross my heart hope to die
Praise the Lord
Ive been scarred with hot water
Days are shorter
Next court dates around the corner
Money ain't the same, shit is outta order
Since the days of Rich Porter
Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid
Now I run up in cribs, body shit
But no women no kids
In the Bridge where the murderers live
I used to make a quarter million monthly
I was ill until they sunk me
Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots
Bought a passport off a junkie
The Firm helped me flee out the country
Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land
Chilling with my man Jungle
The commissioner Stout
Killa B, what it is nigga firm biz