album: It Was Written (1996)
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* 45 seconds of talking/skit * 

[Nas] 
It was a murder 
Jake just hit the corner people swarming 
Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, 
niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red 
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked" 
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla 
I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella 
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion 
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk 
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder 
that the street's designed to stop your life, plot 
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell 
First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail 
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell 
My niggas never snitch why tell 
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities 
Queens'll be the death of me 

Chorus: 

To the suspect witness don't come outside 
You might get your shit pushed back tonight 
(Suspect witness don't come outside 
You might get your shit pushed back tonight) 

Chorus 

[Nas] 
Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested 
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness 
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence 
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless 
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite 
Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique 
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely 
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly 
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese 
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese 
I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of 
early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards 
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive 
A Million Man March, alert the masses 
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses 
Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' 
Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened 
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' 
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga 
to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome 
Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic 
The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is 
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia 
No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you 

Chorus 

[Nas] 
It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized 
Mega live, like the third world 
Decipher my deceiver make him a believer 
Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver 
Bond is my life so I live by my word 
Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs 
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin 
Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin 

* talkin to fade *

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