Nas — Watch Dem Niggas

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1: Nas] They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan features the freak shit My thesis on how we creep quick Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret It's mandatory, see, that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me Where the snakes put a smile on they face Hoping and praying I'm stuck Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rocked stages Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges Really, it's papers I'm addicted to Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you The MAC inside the Triple Goose Face down on the floor's the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam Just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways [Verse 2: Nas] Now, how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?) Living reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish Jetting, checking my message on the speaker Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt No seat belt, drinking and thinking My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways [Verse 3: Nas] Some niggas watch you (Uhh) See you when you think you on the low, ain't hard to spot you You swore to keep it real after you blow Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough Them old timers advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbing your head Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine" At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?", stripping her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know You knew these niggas all your life What made them mark you victim? You fucked up somewhere down the line Now they had to target your Wisdom She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping Jump in your ride, headed to your side Puffing ganja, get to your crib, can't find her, just a reminder: Shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out Could've passed out, your coke is gone, now you ass out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (What, hah) 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh) Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (Uhh)