Nas, The Game - Peace God lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, The Game - Peace God lyrics]
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided
By angel with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
Gangster see gangster do I'm
Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I
Use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster
Dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like
Fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of
These ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they
Tall as sky scrapers
But they small as a shanty
In a African village
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
Let shottie off in club floors
Pellets spraying your familia
You screaming like you love war
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get
Done get stomp get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies
They love hip hop
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you
Shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em
Fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital criminals turned
Rapper times is changing
Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning
Hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they
Stop you from breathing
I'm light year far your mouth get all white
When I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me
Notice stare look closely
Feel I'm who you posed to be
Real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes
Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
I know where niggas sleep it's too
Many schemes too many plots
War plus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking
New shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping
You getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm
Low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was
Cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back
On the block what
Bothers is taking secret routes
When they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street
Stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on
Their head so high
Their own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a mental game intimidation
Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggas would step up
Wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assault
Rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my
Vault for the safe
I got some niggas with acid get
It thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7: 30 now
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided
By angel with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
Gangster see gangster do I'm
Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I
Use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster
Dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like
Fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of
These ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they
Tall as sky scrapers
But they small as a shanty
In a African village
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
Let shottie off in club floors
Pellets spraying your familia
You screaming like you love war
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get
Done get stomp get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies
They love hip hop
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you
Shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em
Fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital criminals turned
Rapper times is changing
Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning
Hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they
Stop you from breathing
I'm light year far your mouth get all white
When I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me
Notice stare look closely
Feel I'm who you posed to be
Real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes
Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
I know where niggas sleep it's too
Many schemes too many plots
War plus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking
New shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping
You getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm
Low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was
Cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back
On the block what
Bothers is taking secret routes
When they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street
Stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on
Their head so high
Their own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a mental game intimidation
Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggas would step up
Wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assault
Rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my
Vault for the safe
I got some niggas with acid get
It thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7: 30 now