The Message - Nas.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
[00:10.12]Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
[00:13.52]Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
[00:16.12]You freak mother****ers played out, get ****ed an' ate out
[00:18.69]P********e turned b***h, I got the gauge out
[00:21.15]96 ways I made out, Montana way
[00:23.44]The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
[00:26.94]Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
[00:29.86]A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
[00:32.22]Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
[00:35.00]Regulate wit my dunns, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
[00:37.95]Yo, let me let y'all mother****ers know one thing
[00:40.35]There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
[00:43.21]The highlights of livin', Vegas style, roll dice in linen
[00:45.97]Antera spinnin' on Milleniums, twenty G bets
[00:48.74]I'm winnin' them, threats I'm sendin' them
[00:50.43]Lex with TV sets, the minimum, ill **** adrenaline
[00:53.79]Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
[00:56.72]Wet any clique, with the semi-tech, who want it?
[00:59.27]Diamonds, I flaunt it, chickenheads flock, I lace 'em
[01:01.84]Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
[01:04.35]Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
[01:07.40]****ing me in the Benz wagon
[01:08.71]Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
[01:11.37]Grab your gun, it's on though
[01:12.54]Shit is grimy, real mother****ers buck in broad daylight
[01:15.70]With the broke Mac, it won't spray right
[01:17.71]Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
[01:20.58]Yo, overnight thugs bug 'cause they ain't promised shit
[01:23.58]Hungry ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
[01:26.28]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:28.51]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:31.27]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:33.70]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:36.61]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:39.55]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:42.25]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:44.47]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:47.53]I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep
[01:49.76]Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
[01:52.35]Across the street, you was wildin'
[01:53.95]Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
[01:56.27]Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
[01:58.65]I c**ked a baby 9, that b***h grave be mine
[02:00.81]Clanked him, what was he thinkin'?
[02:02.35]On my corner when it's 'Pay me time'
[02:03.98]Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin, somethin' told me, Plug him
[02:06.46]So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
[02:09.21]Spun around an' shot one, heard shots an' dropped, son
[02:11.94]Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'Fore the cops come
[02:14.81]Then they came askin' me my name, what the ****?
[02:17.30]I got stitched up an' went through
[02:18.82]Left the hospital that same night, what?
[02:20.87]Got my gat back, time to backtrack
[02:22.94]I had to drop so how the **** I get clapped?
[02:24.83]Black was in the Jeep watchin' all these scenes speed by
[02:27.59]It was a brown Datsun an' yo, nobody in my hood got one
[02:30.92]That clown niggas through, blazin' at his crew daily
[02:33.31]The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
[02:35.84]So when I rhyme, it's sincerely yours
[02:37.65]Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
[02:41.24]Contemplatin' war, mother****ers, I was cool with before
[02:44.30]We used to score together, Uptown coppin' the raw
[02:46.62]But uhh, a thug changes an' love changes
[02:49.63]An' best friends become strangers, word up
[02:52.40]Y'all know my steelo
[02:53.56]There ain't an army that could strike back
[02:57.65]Y'all know my steelo
[02:59.00]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:02.52]Y'all know my steelo
[03:05.80]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:08.12]Y'all know my steelo
[03:10.61]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:15.10]Yo, to them thug mother****ers gettin' it on in the world, you know?
[03:18.19]To them mother****ers that's locked down
[03:20.88]Doin' they thing survivin', ya' knowmsayin'?
[03:23.29]To my thorough mother****ers, New York an' world wide
[03:27.20]Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
[03:29.63]96 shit, The Firm clique, 'Illmatic', b***h
[03:35.84]'It Was Written' though
[03:37.76]It's been a long time comin'
[03:40.26]Y'all fake mother****ers, tryin' to copy
[03:42.74]Better come with the real though
[03:44.94]Fake ass mother****ers, yo
[03:48.22]They throw us slugs, we throwin' 'em back, what?
[03:50.20]Bring the shit, man, live, man
[03:51.65]**** that, son, 96 shit