Nas - Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep)

*gun blast* [P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] Right out the ass son [P] For niggas don't know how to act [H] What the deal son [P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] No doubt son [P] For niggas don't know how to act [Verse One: Prodigy] Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously Havoc and P, Queens niggas so it seem to be Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega Got word back from Noreaga The D.A. got video cassette taper The god with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles I been through, crime shit my niggas in-to Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too JFK on our way to L.A Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara) My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me Niggas kill me, grillin me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet To met challenger who go against my set Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on Any character approach me I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about $5,000 a plate [Verse Two: Havoc] No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped (Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic) Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin QB represent fuck that, it can happen While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in Contamin(ate), cut the party short while you jammin We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of If I was you, then I would do what I have to But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you Then stepped off casually, naturally me [Verse Three: Nas] Niggas thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait I escape into zones, that's irregular Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world Where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist Deep throats, they try to swallow this Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome, niggas mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges We like a smooth fam', but rougher than El DeBarge's Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit We mobbin, puttin niggas in mausoleums From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em [Hook: Prodigy (3X)] For niggas don't know how to act To all my niggas on the block slangin crack Rest in peace to my niggas layin on they back To all the niggas who bust gats (live nigga rap) [H] If you's a live nigga