[ti:Nasty]
[ar:Nas]
[al:Project X]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:00.000] Nasty
[00:13.550] Word
[00:14.840] Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
[00:16.860] Check it out
[00:17.790] Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
[00:21.390] Queen*****ridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
[00:24.550] To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
[00:27.960] Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
[00:30.350] Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
[00:32.870] Name a ***** under the same sky that I’m under
[00:34.650] Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
[00:36.860] Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
[00:39.190] Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
[00:40.930] The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
[00:44.340] Drop moves, drop clothes
[00:46.230] Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
[00:48.540] I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
[00:50.820] It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
[00:52.920] I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
[00:55.520] ***** ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
[00:58.160] They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
[01:00.040] *******s me, who hate me? My gun off safety
[01:02.030] Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
[01:09.290] Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
[01:11.380] I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
[01:14.050] Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
[01:16.180] Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
[01:18.540] My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
[01:20.300] I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
[01:22.470] Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
[01:24.800] When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
[01:27.280] Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
[01:29.480] Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
[01:32.170] In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
[01:34.160] On the floors, ceiling, the safe, *******
[01:36.390] I got all you envy, but don’t offend
[01:37.890] I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
[01:39.400] You are your car, what could represent?
[01:41.190] Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
[01:43.090] Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
[01:46.220] Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
[01:48.270] Move, *****s, we don’t give a ***** who you are
[01:50.410] Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
[01:53.010] Pretty women see them them saggin’
[01:54.730] Bet a hundred stacks, *****s’ll run it back
[01:57.040] Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
[01:59.240] Light another blunt in fact
[02:08.590] (Nasty)
[02:10.720] Nasty kid
[02:12.830] (Nasty)
[02:13.940] Yeah
[02:14.740] (Nasty)
[02:15.760] The kid!
[02:16.570] (Nasty)
[02:17.650] Nasty kid
[02:23.210] For the hustlers, thick as yellow ******* for the suck of it
[02:25.550] Got a bunch of *****s in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
[02:28.980] I display fa*******ons while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
[02:32.100] Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
[02:34.460] And joining the *****s passin’ you *****s was straight assin’
[02:36.560] Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
[02:39.030] Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
[02:41.280] I never see the whips *****s be claimin’ they drivin’
[02:43.620] I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
[02:45.530] Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
[02:48.190] Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
[02:50.560] For my deen *****s, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
[02:53.250] I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
[02:56.490] For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, *****