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nas - smokin' lyrics

(2 da gods, 2 da earth)
(p-ss dat sh-t man)

now tell me what yall smokin’
what kinda heat yall holdin’
well does ya creep move potan
i got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come on
we by coastin’
keepin’ our pockets bulgin’
we got da plan in motion
i got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come on

zoom from outer sp-ce he comes
blunt in his mouth wit his hand on his gun
b-tchs flappin they guns
though he be clappin’ an shootin’ guys
actor all movie star rapper revolution nas
what is his race, nation, or creed
is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
magazines say i walked on water
talked to da heavens
spit at judges
stepped on peasants
but in reality i just entered ya galaxy
september 73 up in these wild streets
f-ckin’ des wild freaks
a hero my hoes
an momasteek got me tarin’ my close

now tell me what yall smokin’
what kinda heat yall holdin’
well does ya creep move potain’
i gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come one
we by coastin’
keepin’ our pockets bulgin’
we got da plan in motion
i got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come on

my n-gg-s smoke wit one lung
if he cough he might die p-ss em des tree’s
the liquor bottles almost empty
we about to collide wit da emeny
only way you die is if it’s ment to be
your f-ckin’ wit a general
no discussion it’s da principle
we bustin’ it’s da end of you
now we knockin’ on ya momma door
like we came to fix da sink
my kinda war
death angel’s commin for you
sprit horse runnin’ from ya body like young guns 1 and 2
paramits fightin’ for you
who’s gonna win da hands of time or da hands of medicine
don’t cry witness ya fate
dis is ya wait
walk by ya casket spin in ya face
into da fall dog
the light is ya god
an when ya gone all ya n-gg-s gonna light it wit nas

now tell me what yall smokin’
what kinda heat yall holdin’
now does your creep move potan’
i gotta bunch of bullets an a bag on guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come one
we by coastin’
keepin’ our pockets bulgin’
we got da plan in motion
i got a bunch of bullits an a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come on

pardon but i got a question of life now
look at the n-gg- next to ya right now
is he real, fake or scared
do it like dis n-gg-s right hands in da air
ball it into a fist an put it over your heart
now lets say it all together let the sermony start
i shall stay real, true, stay holdin’ figga’s
neva put a b-tch ova my n-gg-‘s
i shall never cooperate wit da law
never snake me i’ll always hold ya down in war
if dey take one of mine
i’ll take one of there’s
i never break da oath to da death i sware
i sware
dats how we plegalegance to da ilance
of under worlds, killas, n thugs
though the signs of a n-gg- are yet to be found
so light up some green n p-ss it around

now tell me what yall smokin’
what kinda heat yall holdin’
well does ya creep move potan
i gotta bunch of bullits n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-‘s come on
we by coastin
keepin’ our pockets bulgin’
we got da plan in motion
i gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns
i’ll p-ss em to my n-gg-s come on

wanna get high come smoke wit me
smoke wit me light it up
wanna get high come smoke wit me
smoke wit me light it up
wanna get high come somke wit me
smoke wit me light it up
wanna get high come smoke wit me
smoke wit me light it up

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