Nas - Pistols On Your Album Cover lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Pistols On Your Album Cover lyrics]
Hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
at the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your
Album cover just like BDP
Single mothers on that EBT just
Tryna feed they seeds
Scammers and boosters livin' nice off of EDD
CCTV, all the cameras'll shoot ya
Soon as you let a shot off
It'll damage your future
It's some thugs in the hood
That could have been hoopers
Some good girls who turned bad
Who could have been super-models
Some Dominicanos in Cabo
Some with the bloodlinе of Lagos, Lagos
So many stones in my hand just like Thanos
Eat Italiano, grazie, prеgo
Vibe to my music out in Prague, FaceTime
Me and Haas it feel good to feel alive
Think I just had a breakthrough
I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me
I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me
I'm stolen property
Kickin' the flavor to society
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
At the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your album
Cover just like BDP
Man, this the hardest shit since DPG
Kurupt and Daz
Nate Dogg on the hook, Dr dre on the track
This melody be takin' me back
But we pushin' it forward
187 on rappers, N-A-S, I'm a poet
At times, I get confused
They lie in they interviews
Get goose pimples whenever I'm
Puttin' on my jewels
Bailed so many brothers out
Paid all they lawyer fees
After that, some turned they back
Where is the loyalty?
Money's lovely but I could care less
Who has more than me
I'm just happy Mutulu Shakur got free
May he rest in peace
He was a warrior all of his days
And time move faster the more you
Get up there in age
In other news, I'm a G to the grave
I know they wanna see me burned out
Depleted and drained high blood pressure
Instead I'm on a red page
My pupils are dilated
I throw on some dark shades
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
At the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your
Album cover just like BDP
I'm MC Shan with an Uzi
Pistols on your album cover just like BDP
To the hardest artists out there, hard
Pistols on your album cover (Blaow)
Boogie Down Productions
I remember I put Tupac onto that Henny
Howard University, Howard Homecoming, DC
He's like, "What's this?"
(I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me)
He drank that shit though, word
Crazy, super hard, fact, facts, super facts
(I know the light is bright)
Yeah, uh, pistols on my album cover, nigga
Blaow (I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me)
Let's go, yeah (I, I know the light)
Peace to Mutulu
I'ma get at these dudes though (Light)
History revisionists
They put themselves where they didn't dwell
I was there, saw them almost shit themselves
Walked in the club one day, the pistol fell
I gripped my belt, shit was real
Back then when I used to ship
A mil' out the gate different world
Digital scales to record sales
A symposium with my bros and 'em
That mean we kick it with official bros
My journey was great but difficult
What is life if it isn't both?
Rakim and Eric B
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
at the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your
Album cover just like BDP
Single mothers on that EBT just
Tryna feed they seeds
Scammers and boosters livin' nice off of EDD
CCTV, all the cameras'll shoot ya
Soon as you let a shot off
It'll damage your future
It's some thugs in the hood
That could have been hoopers
Some good girls who turned bad
Who could have been super-models
Some Dominicanos in Cabo
Some with the bloodlinе of Lagos, Lagos
So many stones in my hand just like Thanos
Eat Italiano, grazie, prеgo
Vibe to my music out in Prague, FaceTime
Me and Haas it feel good to feel alive
Think I just had a breakthrough
I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me
I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me
I'm stolen property
Kickin' the flavor to society
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
At the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your album
Cover just like BDP
Man, this the hardest shit since DPG
Kurupt and Daz
Nate Dogg on the hook, Dr dre on the track
This melody be takin' me back
But we pushin' it forward
187 on rappers, N-A-S, I'm a poet
At times, I get confused
They lie in they interviews
Get goose pimples whenever I'm
Puttin' on my jewels
Bailed so many brothers out
Paid all they lawyer fees
After that, some turned they back
Where is the loyalty?
Money's lovely but I could care less
Who has more than me
I'm just happy Mutulu Shakur got free
May he rest in peace
He was a warrior all of his days
And time move faster the more you
Get up there in age
In other news, I'm a G to the grave
I know they wanna see me burned out
Depleted and drained high blood pressure
Instead I'm on a red page
My pupils are dilated
I throw on some dark shades
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye
At the cemetery
I murder niggas on wax and
Forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since
Rakim and Eric B
Or pistols on your
Album cover just like BDP
I'm MC Shan with an Uzi
Pistols on your album cover just like BDP
To the hardest artists out there, hard
Pistols on your album cover (Blaow)
Boogie Down Productions
I remember I put Tupac onto that Henny
Howard University, Howard Homecoming, DC
He's like, "What's this?"
(I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me)
He drank that shit though, word
Crazy, super hard, fact, facts, super facts
(I know the light is bright)
Yeah, uh, pistols on my album cover, nigga
Blaow (I know the light is bright
But keep on watchin' me)
Let's go, yeah (I, I know the light)
Peace to Mutulu
I'ma get at these dudes though (Light)
History revisionists
They put themselves where they didn't dwell
I was there, saw them almost shit themselves
Walked in the club one day, the pistol fell
I gripped my belt, shit was real
Back then when I used to ship
A mil' out the gate different world
Digital scales to record sales
A symposium with my bros and 'em
That mean we kick it with official bros
My journey was great but difficult
What is life if it isn't both?