Watch Dem Niggas Lyrics - Foxy Brown

They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive 

It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this 

A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime time 

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 so 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 Maurry, 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 rock stages 

Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges 

Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking you 

The mag inside the triple goose 

Face down on the floors, 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 

Watch dem niggas that be 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 be 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 

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 ninety 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 to 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 Custom Auto 

Watch dem niggas that be 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 be 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 

Some niggas watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low 

Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow 

Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe 

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 bobbin your head 

Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself nobody's taking mine 

At the same time, your hoe is getting snatched from behind 

Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in 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 

Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her 

Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out 

Could of passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out 

Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes 

Watch dem niggas that be 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 be 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