[Verse 1:]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, !@!@&& smokin street dweller

Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh

Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This ^!$$% raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the %#@! from day one

Cause life ain't %#@! but stress fake ^!$$%z and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator

The type of ^!$$% who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames

Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
It's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll... Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll

Straight out of the Bridge

[Verse 2:]

It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, ^!$$%z tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals

Who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners
Yo... You beta get it on time kid...
Star razor under my tongue... and near my gums

When I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you @@#! your glocc back
Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
Cause %#@! that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G

I walk around mega hard, like wateva God...
You could'ntcount how many ^!$$%s my bretta scarred
I light the !@!@&& smoke, and chicks

And posers that I'm smoking with
Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless
I leave your brain stuck

Giving hoes a plain $#&@
They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger

Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...
Lefted struck, now whose next up...
I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching ^!$$%s... Word Up

A sing-sing, $#&@ is a hang, still is the same thing...
No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King
I slaughter... drinking head rock...

$#&@ sum water, peace to all the ^!$$%s with my %#@! in ya tape recorder
To all the scramblers, be careful
Goin hand in, hand

Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother