Phone Tap Lyrics - Az

Nas: 

Yo this Esco, who this? 

AZ: 

What's the dilly? 

I just touch grounds down in Philly 

Brought a pound with me 

Feds floatin' around silly 

Tryin' ta find land 

They suppose ta be in the benz 

Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan 

Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned 

This post of this loan 

The ass had us both in the zone 

But you know the rules 

Both been schooled by older dues 

I know the Jews 

No time for them thoughts, to much to lose 

Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride 

Where's your joint Pras 

You know little Dezk gotcha eyes 

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Nas: 

In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up 

Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck 

Your boy's what, three years old know correct 

Here my daughter Ase neck in neck 

They futures set 

Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set 

Fly steppin' they mail shit 

What's the deal with all this shit I'm hearin up top 

You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop 

That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t 

I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch told me 

AZ: 

That's some ill shit 

Hear that bitch go with a click 

Nas: 

Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick 

Photos 

Guy Speaking in Spanish 

Chorus (Dr.Dre): 

We got you phone tap 

What you gonna do 

Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew 

All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue 

Then you threw 

We got you phone tap 

What you gonna do 

Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew 

All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue 

We got you 

AZ: 

We just hit the cribo 

I'm curled up on this pillow 

I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more 

The shit touched me 

Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while back 

Same foul cats who tried to bust me 

Caught em' sleepin' 

A Spanish Harlem with some Puertoricans 

Up in Washington heights right off the decan 

Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the phone tap 

Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back 

Nas: 

Keep your eyes open 

Stay wide, shit is mind blowin' 

Look for any sign showin', one time is knowin' 

About the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more 

Cats bleed in this cold war 

Some we took an oath, then this life took us both 

We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth 

Now I'm on the car doin', headlights on 

Fluid in the wind sheild wipes gone 

This life's scarmed 

Its formin' in the sky 

You comin' home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly 

hold up my other side 

Nature: 

Yo son some other cats tried to rulin' our plans 

Sendin' to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man 

Askin' ya whereabouts 

I gave them no leads 

For all the nigga know them ho's f**k with the police 

Nas: 

No shit I'm clickin' over 

I'm a tell Sosa quick son 

Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit 

That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach 

Said it's no hundred 

We FBI's most wanted 

So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags 

Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast 

Chorus 

AZ: 

Yo it's all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word. 

Nas: 

Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up. 

AZ: 

Out.