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Nas Suspect Lyrics

Last updated: 07/13/2012 05:08:43 AM

[45 seconds of talking/skit]

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!


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)


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


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]