Nas - Nazareth Savage lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Nazareth Savage lyrics]
I had bad chicks that blow
Cum bubbles like bubblegum
Plus they ass lick
Summer house be sippin' rum
Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days
In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
I stick my finger through it
The ring of smoke broke
That symbolize weak guys
Pop the strong link off
The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
I ain't have to read The Art
Of War to slay men
Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless
When their momma love the
Kid's records I made
You gutless, you don't know struggle
Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to help
You afford that plasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
I'ma guide you like a OG but don't talk
Don't get it confused
Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes
Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
God'll forgive you bastards
Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
I squeeze nipples like pimples
To get the puss, get it?
Form a crew, swallow forty cal bullets
After dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequila
Pocket full of scrilla
Can't come close to, Francis Coppola
Samson - no Delilah you're pint-sized
I'm Mike's eyes with the
Gladiator tattoos on it
You scared to look too long at
Sit on a don's lap
Tell you a story shorty, spicy like Lawry's
Chicken heads and orgies
Criminals that draw heat in
Their late forties drug habit's
Love grabbin' kids up like yours
Sendin' you a picture of them in
Their drawers with black eyes savage guys
You hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
Said you was a thug with a good disguise
Try to protect your cabbage
You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
Son's back with flows
They say mine is very scary
Smell fear like a canine
That finds buried babies
And all of y'all wear that same aroma
How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game
You have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind
Or thee celebrity
Or they couldn't change with time
So now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, them guns come out
My cavalry woulda been through
Ten in your skin
Casualty you don't wanna be
Don't want it with me straight savage
Cum bubbles like bubblegum
Plus they ass lick
Summer house be sippin' rum
Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days
In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
I stick my finger through it
The ring of smoke broke
That symbolize weak guys
Pop the strong link off
The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
I ain't have to read The Art
Of War to slay men
Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless
When their momma love the
Kid's records I made
You gutless, you don't know struggle
Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to help
You afford that plasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
I'ma guide you like a OG but don't talk
Don't get it confused
Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes
Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
God'll forgive you bastards
Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
I squeeze nipples like pimples
To get the puss, get it?
Form a crew, swallow forty cal bullets
After dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequila
Pocket full of scrilla
Can't come close to, Francis Coppola
Samson - no Delilah you're pint-sized
I'm Mike's eyes with the
Gladiator tattoos on it
You scared to look too long at
Sit on a don's lap
Tell you a story shorty, spicy like Lawry's
Chicken heads and orgies
Criminals that draw heat in
Their late forties drug habit's
Love grabbin' kids up like yours
Sendin' you a picture of them in
Their drawers with black eyes savage guys
You hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
Said you was a thug with a good disguise
Try to protect your cabbage
You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
Son's back with flows
They say mine is very scary
Smell fear like a canine
That finds buried babies
And all of y'all wear that same aroma
How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game
You have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind
Or thee celebrity
Or they couldn't change with time
So now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, them guns come out
My cavalry woulda been through
Ten in your skin
Casualty you don't wanna be
Don't want it with me straight savage