The Message歌词
歌手：Nas 专辑：The Essential Nas
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak ****** played out, get ****** and ate out
P********e turned *****, I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Millenniums
Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em
Threats I'm sending em
Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus
Ill *** adrenaline
Party with villains
A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em
******' me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun, it's on though
S**t is grimy, real ****** buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised s**t
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-s**t
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I peeped you frontin'
I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street you was wilding
Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '**
Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I c**ked a baby 9, that ***** gravy be mine
Clanked him
What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?
Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
Spun around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the ****
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the **** I get clapped
Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by
was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown *****'s through, blazin' at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war ****** I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
And best friends become strangers, word up
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Thug ******
Yo, to them thug ****** getting it on in the world you know Yo，
To them ****** that's locked down
Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying
To my thorough ****** New York and World wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
'96 s**t, The Firm clique
Illmatic ***** It Was Written though
It's been a long time coming
Y'all fake ******, trying to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake ass ****** yo
(They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)
Bring the s**t man, live man
(**** that son, word up)
Nine-six s**t 1996
[Produced by Trackmasters]
sampled from Sting - Shape of My Heart
You get the slug CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak ****** played out, get ****** and ate out
P********e turned *****, I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Millenniums
Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em
Threats I'm sending em
Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus
Ill *** adrenaline
Party with villains
A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em
******' me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun, it's on though
S**t is grimy, real ****** buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised s**t
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-s**t
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I peeped you frontin'
I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street you was wilding
Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '**
Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I c**ked a baby 9, that ***** gravy be mine
Clanked him
What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?
Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
Spun around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the ****
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the **** I get clapped
Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by
was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown *****'s through, blazin' at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war ****** I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
And best friends become strangers, word up
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Thug ******
Yo, to them thug ****** getting it on in the world you know Yo，
To them ****** that's locked down
Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying
To my thorough ****** New York and World wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
'96 s**t, The Firm clique
Illmatic ***** It Was Written though
It's been a long time coming
Y'all fake ******, trying to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake ass ****** yo
(They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)
Bring the s**t man, live man
(**** that son, word up)
Nine-six s**t 1996
[Produced by Trackmasters]
sampled from Sting - Shape of My Heart
