Nas - The Foulness Pt 4 lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - The Foulness Pt 4 lyrics]
Desert Storm firm Biz
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
playing the last stop
But regardless of rain or mad hot
It never mattered life just pussy and cable
Plus they labeled me 'Savage'
For the love of it till my death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams to excel
Politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets are a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions
Some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like em light, thin, and type psycho
Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela who rightfully
Should never bite the hand that feed ya
React like what? Clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, beef what?
I know some crews who go
Through cars like shoes
Some niggas make the news wild as animals
With sabretooth on the A-venues and V-waves
Same shit from my pops days the these days
And PJs, I concentrate on how the weed strays
Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately
A lot of friends will enter
Pensive force to hit me iceberg, eyes blur
Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb'
We twist herb
Listen to rumors that this bitch heard
Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?'
Dozed off, clothes off
Hoping to make moves to the pawn
Shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word up
Gotta get this shit right, Nature
Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
The Firm is everywhere what?
Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy
Bring it to the tables
Stay on some gat shit
Peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition
Soldiers is captured god explain it
We rollers are the ones through endangered
Bitches are halitosis
I post bail during arraignment 24
7 have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular
I buy and bust
Tussle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumping out the sky
Knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, ice chain
Nice in a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by
Crooked officers they swarmed with fortress
Caught em hopping outta Corsica's
Niggas is folding
Phony credential VISA is stolen
Can't even speak right plus keep
Cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets like
We righteously on stolen land
Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam
Forever roll with fam
No rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
'Til my death day forever fresh
Stay Firm, pushing GS threes
Who checking me? I call the play
You set the D fuck a ref
Toe to toe son we hold it down successfully
Just cooling in the place
(Word, put shit in their proper perceptive
God) driving fresh Benzes and Ranges
(Fucking faggot) what you talking about son?
Yo only thing we strung out on is music
And you strung out on ours motherfucker!
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
playing the last stop
But regardless of rain or mad hot
It never mattered life just pussy and cable
Plus they labeled me 'Savage'
For the love of it till my death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams to excel
Politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets are a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions
Some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like em light, thin, and type psycho
Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela who rightfully
Should never bite the hand that feed ya
React like what? Clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, beef what?
I know some crews who go
Through cars like shoes
Some niggas make the news wild as animals
With sabretooth on the A-venues and V-waves
Same shit from my pops days the these days
And PJs, I concentrate on how the weed strays
Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately
A lot of friends will enter
Pensive force to hit me iceberg, eyes blur
Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb'
We twist herb
Listen to rumors that this bitch heard
Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?'
Dozed off, clothes off
Hoping to make moves to the pawn
Shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word up
Gotta get this shit right, Nature
Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
The Firm is everywhere what?
Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy
Bring it to the tables
Stay on some gat shit
Peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition
Soldiers is captured god explain it
We rollers are the ones through endangered
Bitches are halitosis
I post bail during arraignment 24
7 have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular
I buy and bust
Tussle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumping out the sky
Knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, ice chain
Nice in a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by
Crooked officers they swarmed with fortress
Caught em hopping outta Corsica's
Niggas is folding
Phony credential VISA is stolen
Can't even speak right plus keep
Cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets like
We righteously on stolen land
Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam
Forever roll with fam
No rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
'Til my death day forever fresh
Stay Firm, pushing GS threes
Who checking me? I call the play
You set the D fuck a ref
Toe to toe son we hold it down successfully
Just cooling in the place
(Word, put shit in their proper perceptive
God) driving fresh Benzes and Ranges
(Fucking faggot) what you talking about son?
Yo only thing we strung out on is music
And you strung out on ours motherfucker!