Desperados 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight? Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this [Hook: The Firm] Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded [Verse 1: Nas] We bust guns, my mans bring coke through customs Rock garments like Muslims speakin' with deep wisdoms Fat ganja sack be the reason my lungs are black It's tons of crack that made the pimp game fall off track Horseback ride hoes, these black desperados In 4-point-0's, blaze hydros with my compadres Rock waves, cock J tre-o's Gettin' facials and toes done I rose one notch up, all Glocks up in hot tubs Get my cock sucked, pop slugs out bathroom doors Scan my bitch, fuckin' with me, hoes pull on cancer sticks Dressed in AX and Verso ?Murson Halo?, gimme head, gimme dough Platinum triple times, keep nickel nines Simple crime equal hard times, ask big Divine, biddin' since '79 He sent me a vine, he told me get mine No dig, so numb, coconut rum Plottin', kill bitches with the dick then call Cochran Passing Caz level, Daytona ice bezzle You lay away, I take the day, flossing icicles Who am I to trust? Pablo, he copped the pie from us Your wifey's private lust, askin' me to tie her up The fame and fortune got rappers put in early coffins Niggas talkin' shit; broke, braggin' and pushin' Volkswagens Sell ya tapes up at the Gabin, fake saggin' You should've plotted with the cats who get paid retarded 420's ridin' past Diamonds that cut glass, Firm get the paper then we dash [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] Fuck that, I done held it back, fuck y'all You moving too quick, don't press ya luck y'all I swear ya chicks, have these rap cats thinking you rich Iced it up, fronting in your girlfriend's whip If you thorough like you say you is hoe, catch up! Ain't no time for the slack up, my ones on the stack-up Glittered up, rocks is kinda brolic now, give it up B.K. everyday, don't hate shorty, live it up Laced up and everything blazed up, cocksucker It be the tuckers and the suckers that'll try to fuck ya See me? I'm pretty slim-y on the 3D Cop the Burgundy E, my nigga copped the 450 LX, now what the fuck you gon' tell us? And how ya lame man be talking shit from a plain land Watch this, I get my pussy licked on the tropics Bare-chested, finnesed it with VVS' Split mines, legally on the get mines Straight jack moves, while ya crew wanna dickride Hate on me 'cause you flopped it and I rocks this Learn from your idol, ain't no stopping this Got a little H-bag, everything in the mirages Got these cats licking toes and giving massages Bonita, Platinum Visa where the cars is We all know the stars, and the shorty who's the largest Caked up though, I'm G'd up, copping Jay trainos Word life, I put that on my dick and my chips Dipping in the Yukon with all the jewels on Via Spiga boots on, Benz gotta move on Bitch! [Verse 3: Canibus] At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range And change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that Nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always Tryin to diss back, cause niggas keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back Til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggas is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear [Verse 4: Nature] What's the cause of this shit? More statistics Deeper than the laws of physics Malibu sand and gorgeous bitches Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live A true Desperado, one that never choose sides And shows sympathy, just QB, an entity Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me Image is nothin', just obey your thirst I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze then display a verse For those concerned or just eager to learn, I speak for The Firm When zonin', keep the cheeba to burn Stashin' my riches, pass traditions like Olympics pass the torch Flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts I'm driftin', it's type ill wakin' up, lookin' like Phil Twenty years younger, same hunger, same ice grill Genetically, form grade A pedigree Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free Theoretically, peep how we bless this, young and restless Guns and Westerns, learnin' to connect through lessons From Kufis to caps, niggas shoot back It's a proven fact, '97's mine, y'all niggas move back [Verse 5: AZ] Yo, lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine We clockin', on your airwaves, keepin' it rockin' Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up Betcha tired bitch-ass niggas need to be caged up So raze up, fuck the playin', I'm sick of layin' I can picture sprayin' off an SK, shells ricochetin' Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half-shut Co-defendant caught a life sentence, see him crack up React what? Who will bail two mill'? Nigga, cool, still bet I'll be home before the news will Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews Perhaps you confuse the concept, black; cash rules Incog', another homo, D's involved Known freeze, condo seize, seven keys dissolved Daily routines, speakin' up for niggas who sling Hand-to-hand on them street corners, claimin' you king It's time to lock this, join with us, let your Glock spit Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggas dry snitch Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south