(feat. Foxy Brown)
[Nas]
They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive

It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine

The Don Juan, features the freak %#@!, my thesis
on how we creep quick, $#&@in your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory - see that #~!!@, they hand it to me

I got no game, it's just some (*##$es understand my story
There ain't no drama that my ^!$$%z never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me

where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck
Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages

Winkin at some females cops with @@#!ed gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you
The mag inside the triple goose

Face down on the floors, 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 braggin raps

I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)]


Watch dem ^!$$%s that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways


[Nas]
Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
livin reckless, die for my necklace

Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa

CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
My man caught a bad one son, ^!$$%z is frightened

Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo

My "$#&@ Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato


[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]

Got to watch dem ^!$$%s that's close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem ^!$$%s that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

[Nas]

Some ^!$$%z watch you (uh) see you when you think 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 hoe

Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head

Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand

From all the ice, wouldn't you know -
- you knew these ^!$$%z all your life
What made them mark you victim, you $#&@ed up somehwere 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 yappin

Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder %#@! and have your stash house where you crash out

Coulda passed out, your !@%!e was gone, now you $$#ed out
Dead (*##$es tell no lies, you should use your eyes

[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]


Got to watch dem ^!$$%s that's close to you (uhh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem ^!$$%s that's close to you (uhh)

And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
(uhh)