Artist: Nas f/ Large Professor Album: Life Is Good Song: Loco-Motive Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Oooooh-ooooh-oooooooh, 42nd Street Terminal) [Nas] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it, my religion is reefer Big money'n to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic, nothing is figurative I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled Who we stomp, kicked in the head, and who we left for dead Who are you niggaz? Why argue, niggaz? The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggaz They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this Pointin to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this" Like a badge of honor, not braggin I'm just honest War stories we tell 'em, nothing's realer than karma Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply Shatterin your silence, passing round the chalice Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with Fuck your ice, I rock rubies - amethyst I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie - scandalous This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous [Interlude: Large Professor] Yo, what we talkin 'bout niggaz? What we talkin 'bout niggaz? This is NAS~! (Whoa!) NAS~! (Whoa!) Nasty, (Whoa!) recollect, muh'fucker [Nas] At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin in public housing Integrity intact, reppin hard They askin how he disappear and reappear back on top Sayin Nas must have naked pictures of God or something To keep winnin is +My Way+ like Francis As long as I'm breathin, I'll take chances A soldier comin home, twenty years old with no legs Sayin there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece But my life been good since I started findin peace I shouldn't even be smilin, I should be angry and depressed I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back Like Trump bein up-down-up, play with cash [Interlude: Large Professor] My niggaz like a locomotive! NAS! We push it, mush 'em! Queensbridge to Bushwick (You don't know) Harlem (You don't know), Bronx (You don't know), all that (You don't know) You ain't even supposed to BE out here, you know where you at? [Nas] At night, New York, eat a slice too hot Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin from the roof of my mouth Shit was Felissimo, melted pot, city swelterin hot Staggerin, drunker than those cops that Tupac shot {*gunshot*} I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed Reachin, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught Token man safe behind a locked door for sure Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin Lookin for the juks young, but now we older chiefin In my truck, play "The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick" Buggin on how his imagination was so sick It's ghetto beef, sinister niggaz snicker through yellow teeth Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies How dare I? Must be, something in the air that, corrupts me Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease, I'm here y'all [Outro: Nas] This for my trapped-in-the-90s' niggaz ...FOR MY TRAPPED-IN-THE-90S' NIGGAZ! Ha, for y'all niggaz