They never realized how real NAS is so decisive
  it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist that made me write this
  a slight twist of lime rhyme
  be chasin down your primetime
  foos for thouught we rather mind wine
  the Don Juan features the freak shit
  my thesis on how we creep with
  fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
  it's mandatory...see that pussy, they hand it to me
  I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
  there ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me
  my gator brand is Maurry
  walking through rough land before me
  where the snakes put a smile on their face
  hoping and praying i'm stuck
  scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
  player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages
  winking at some females cops with cocked gages
  really it's paper I'm addicted to
  wasn't for rap then I'd sticking you
  that mack 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 bragging rap
  I zone to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant
  
  chorus:
  watch dem niggas that be close to you
  and make sure they do what they're suppose to do
  cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
  never personal nowadays, it's the way
  
  now how can I perfect this living reckless
  die for my necklace
  crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish
  jettin, checkin my message on a speaker
  bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer
  ten g's, gun and my VISA
  cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt
  no selt belt drinking and thinking
  my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened
  my movado says seven, the god hour,
  that's if you follow traditions,
  started by the school not far from the Apollo
  my fuck tommorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo
  Escobar the desperado--word to cus D'Amato
  
  chorus
  
  unplugged shit, a thug itself hit sucker for love shit
  seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it
  dumb quick, chasin my dick
  made a bum bitch rich, stale fish
  heard she naked in jail flicks
  mamacita black widow turned to be back seater
  satin pillow a pimpstress and willow
  cooking my blow head slow ice swelling
  dishonor the grain--I had to split in my circumference
  be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith
  I'm clever--my mama told me take cheddar
  by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better
  rock a iron sweater under soft leather
  harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together
  wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division
  hundred is missing every time they do a frisking
  all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken
  I'm out to be captured with no restriction