Nasty (Explicit) - Nas

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Got some Remy Martin some good-a** cigars

Check it out

Ayo late night candlelight fiend wit' diesel in his needle

Queensbridge leader no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel

To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch smoke purp and heal the people

Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered

Count how many bad honeys I slut it's a high number

Name a ni**a under the same sky that I'm under

Who gets money remain fly yeah I wonder

Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up

Stars get starstruck panties start drippin'

The ways of Carlito blaze torpedo cigars

Drop moves drop clothes

Louis the XIII freaks women nice size

I ride like Porsches thick brown and gorgeous

It ain't my fault semiautomatic weapons

I brought the world “Crazy ” I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy

Dick 'em convince 'em all to praise me

They ideology is confusion I lose 'em

Fellates me who hate me My gun off safety

Since a Tunnel escape key my jewelry in HD

Silent rage pristine in my vintage shades

I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage I am the dragon

Maserati pumpin' Biggie the great legend

Blastin' I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans

My little Jackie Onassis dig

I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib

Best on 45 still crack ya rib sacrilege

When lids talk trash about the nasty kid

Past nasty now I'm gross and repulsive

Talk money is you jokin' Cash everywhere in my bank in the sofa

In the walls in the cars in my wallet in my pocket

On the floors ceiling the safe b**ch

I got all you envy but don't offend

I'm skinny but still I'm too big for a Bentley

You are your car what could represent

Too Godly to be a Bugatti you honestly

Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s

Drug dealer call rush to the bar

Move niggas we don't give a f**k who you are

Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims

Pretty women see them them saggin'

Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back

Just havin' fun I ain't even begun to black

Light another blunt in fact

(Nasty)

Nasty kid

(Nasty)

Yeah

(Nasty)

The kid

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Nasty kid

For the hustlers thick as yellow b**ches for the suck of it

Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' sayin' “It was Nas I used to hustle wit'”

I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes guns on my waist past his

Since I'm cakin' up put funds in my safe laughin'

And joining the niggas passin' you niggas was straight assin'

Excuse the vulgarity I'm still not fully adjusted

Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly

I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'

I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'

Fake it 'til you make it I've driven those toys

Been in the wars in the streets cops kickin' in doors

For my deen niggas your flow cheap as limousine liquor

I'm no fake rap CD listener sit back and roll a mean swisher

For my Gs tell these clowns make room for the king ni**a