I'm A Villian Lyrics - Nas

Yo Nas wat up 

[Nasty Nas:] Yo wat kid 

Wats goin on yo? 

[Nasty Nas:] I'm just trying to tell these brothers where I'm comin from, you know wat I'm sayin? 

Ight kick it 

I'm the nigga 

Walking with his finger on the trigga 

Make enough figgas until my pockets get bigger 

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing 

Gimme a Smith & Wessin and I'll have niggas undressing 

I'm rolling with a mob, and run from the cops 

Drive stolen cars, and shooting many gloccs 

A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it 

Cause I flip just like a acrobatic 

I'm always on the corners, rollin obscessed, when I dress it's never nothing less than Guess 

So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back 

Love commiting sins and my friends sell crack 

I got it goin on, my knuckle game is strong, sip Don Perry-On, and then carry on 

Army is certified, keep a Rent-A-Ride 

Stripping mad hoes, and kick em to the side 

See I'm the type of brother who keeps a 4-pounder 

Start alot of shit... and shoot at outer-towners 

At every block party, I try to catch a body, all for props, tell your pops call the cops 

See now I'm on the run, but still having fun 

Living by the mac... Maguera's all black 

I keep killing, because I'm ready and I'm willing and I'm a Villian! 

I got beef with the president 

And still loving it, trying to make plans to overthrow the government 

It won't work cause niggas, don't believe enough 

They rather stand on the corners, and recieve a cuff... 

Around they wrist, you don't like the sound of this rebel, but my country doesnt want me 

They rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all 

While your fucking with the dealers, when we sticking up the malls 

Full of anger, all about danger, pulling out my banger, stabbing up a stranger 

I hear walkie-talkies in my sleep, I use a whole lot of slang when I speak 

Walking with a vest, the projects is where I rest, and the streets keep me stressed 

Staring in your face, wait for you to make a sound, that's when I take you down 

Shoot you up and suit you up 

All in black, and put you in a box, a hard rock, with a 25 in my socks 

Aiming at your temple... so take your diamonds off hands, I'm buckwild like Billy Van Zandt 

Prince of pistol-laires, words are crystal clear, and this shoots ya fair 

The maniac keeps killing... I'm known as an outlaw cause I'm a Villian! 

I keep bullet tricks, out the barrells of a magnum 

Put em to sleep, and leave the doctor to tag em 

An outlaw, although I never wear a hoister, and every county you see my face is on a poster 

Here so many gunshots, my eardrums should pop 

Eyesite should stop, from seeing mad niggas drop 

To the concrete, I got police putting chalk on the street, and this is done once a week 

I'm bout to kill, like Navy Seal, I'm crazy I'll, and what I can't do my 380 will 

I never played with a AK, because I'm fine with a nine and out court, I'll do lesser time 

Sometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand it 

See I'm a bandit whose hammer ich 

Without a gun in it, Nas is running it, I stay blunted, I'm the "Projects' Most Wanted" 

My voice is like magic... my cassette is the clip and your radio is an automatic 

So when I'm in your town duck down 

Or take fire,. Whatever you desire 

But I'm on point,. you might miss,. never fight this,. should reciteless, when I strike this 

So roll a dice, I'm stopping the blimp, it's I'll how I got the pen dropping the ink 

No one could stop this apocalypse 

On your record player, or method layer, so run and tell your mayor 

Nas the parlayor, you better say your prayer, I'm the "New York City Slayor" 

I play how posed, to then lay low, parlay slow, and wear horns not a halo 

And keep killing... cause I'm a Villian! 

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