Nas, Foxy Brown - Watch Dem Niggas lyrics

They never realized how real Nas is
So decisive
It's just the likeness of Israelites mist
That made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme
Be chasing down your prime-time
Food for thought, or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak shit
My thesis on how we creep quick
Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret
It's mandatory, see, that pussy
They hand it to me i got no game
It's just some bitches understand my story
There ain't no drama that my
Niggas never handled for me
My gator brand is Mauri
Walking through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face
Hoping and praying I'm stuck
Scoping, they lay in the cut
Weighing my luck
Player haters play this in cell
Blocks and rocked stages
Winking at some females cops
With cocked gauges
Really, it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you
The MAC inside the Triple Goose
Face down on the floor's the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam
Just CREAM or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that
That's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone
To each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what
They supposed to do 'Cause you know they be
Thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what
They supposed to do 'Cause you know they be
Thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways

Now, how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?)
Living reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected
Driving a Lexus with a death wish
Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown
Reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking
Doing 90 on the Franklin D roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son
Niggas is frightened secret indictments
Adds on the one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says seven the God hour
That's if you follow
Traditions started by the school
Not far from The Apollo
My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through
The eyes of Pablo
Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato

Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what
They supposed to do 'Cause you know they be
Thinking about smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what
They supposed to do 'Cause you know they be
Thinking about smoking you
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways

Some niggas watch you
(Uhh) , see you when you think you on the low
Ain't hard to spot you
You swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's
Went to Anguilla with your ho
Stayed around the hood
Smoothest cat getting the dough
Them old timers advise you to
Them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listening
Just bobbing your head your Rollie shining
Thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
At the same time
Your ho is getting snatched from behind
Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?!"
Stripping her hand from all the ice
Wouldn't you know? You knew these
Niggas all your life
What made them mark you victim?
You fucked up somewhere down the line
Now they had to target your Wisdom
She took 'em to your place
Straight to your safe
You doubted it could happen
Sick of yapping, jump in your ride
Headed to your side
Puffing ganja, get to your crib
Can't find her
Just a reminder: Shouldn't have your stash
House where you crash out
Could've passed out, your coke is gone
Now you ass out dead bitches tell no lies
You should use your eyes!

Gotta watch them niggas that's close to you
(Uhh) and make sure they do what
They supposed to do (What, hah)
'Cause you know they be
Thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
Watch them niggas that's close to you (Uhh)
And make sure they do what
They supposed to do 'Cause you know they be
Thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh, huh)
Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (Uhh)