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Suspect
   ------Nas

[45 seconds of talking/skit]

[Nas]
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the morning, I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tape's red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high, it's late, I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare, I wouldn't dare second-look when I murked
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
that the street's designed to stop your life-clock
The beast'll time ya; cell to cell, suspect-ass, nigga you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Bursting; blasting at you, .40-cal' shells, split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch; why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
Queens'll be the death of me!

[Chorus:]

To the suspect witness don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Dear God, I want the riches! Money-hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness; the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millis, minks designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang while I'm dancing, sippin' the bubbly
Hey, me no worry; hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together, make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in the cracker's psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses!
Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
Don assassins, armageddon,
The wedding of the freak and the beast--seven heads--got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, math we own; Are you the type of nigga
to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain-tone
Niggaz get hit and wrapped in plastic
The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of when a mac' hits
What you with, Luchi or drama? No sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya

[Chorus]

[Nas]
It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized
Mega live, like the Third World
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spitting Gemstars, words in my mic-type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never fraudulent; Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
Rebel to American civilization caught you sleepin

[talkin to fade]