Nasty Lyrics - Life Is Good - Nas

Yeah, word 

Got some Remy Martin 

Some good-ass cigars 

Check it out 

Ayo, late night 

Candlelight 

Fiend wit' 

Diesel 

In his needle 

Queensbridge leader 

No equal 

I come from the Wheel 

Of Ezekiel 

To pop 

Thousand-dollar bot- 

Tles of scotch 

Smoke pot 

And heal the people 

Any rebuttal 

To what I utter 

Get box-cuttered 

Count how many bad honeys I slutted 

It's a high number 

Name a nigga under 

The same sky 

That I'm under 

Who gets money, remain fly 

Yeah, I wonder? 

Eyes flutter 

As love 

When Nas pops up 

Stars get starstruck 

Panties start drippin', the ways of Carlito 

Blaze, torpedo 

Cigars drop robes 

Hoes 

Drop clothes 

Louis 

The XIII freaks 

Women nice size 

I ride 

Like Porsches 

Thick, brown, and gorgeous 

It ain't my fault 

Semiautomatic weapons I brought 

The world "Crazy" 

I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy 

Dick 'em 

Convince 'em 

All appraise me 

They ideology is confusion 

I lose 'em 

Fellates me 

Who hate me? 

My gun off safety 

Since a tunnel and escape key 

My jewelry in HD 

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Silent rage 

Pristine in my vintage shades 

I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage 

I am the dragon 

Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend 

Blastin' 

I'm after the 

Actress 

Who played Faith Evans 

My little Jackie Onassis, dig? 

I'm so high 

I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib 

Best on 45 

Still crack ya rib 

Sacrilege 

Talk trash about the Nasty Kid 

Past nasty now, I'm gross 

And repulsive 

Photos 

Talk money, is you jokin'? 

Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa 

In the walls 

In the cars 

In my wallet 

In my pocket 

On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch I got it, you envy 

But don't offend me 

I'm skinny 

But still I'm too big for a Bentley 

You are 

Your car 

What could represent me? 

Too Godly 

To be a Bugatti 

You honestly 

Must design me 

Somethin' Tommy 

Montana 

From Queens had before the '90s 

Drug dealer car 

Rush to the bar 

Move niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are 

Black card 

Heavy like a magnet 

In my stitched denims 

Pretty women 

See them 

Saggin' 

Bet a hundred stacks 

Niggas'll run it back 

Just havin' fun 

I ain't even begun to black 

Light another blunt in fact 

(Nasty) 

Nasty Kid 

(Nasty) 

Yeah 

(Nasty) 

The Kid! 

(Nasty) 

Yeah 

(Nasty) 

Nasty Kid 

(Nasty) 

For the hustlers 

Thick 

As yellow bitches 

For the suck of it 

Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' 

Sayin' "It was Nas I used to hustle wit'" 

I display fashions 

While my lungs engage hashes 

Guns on my waist, pass this 

Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' 

And joining the niggas passin' 

You niggas was straight assin' 

Excuse the vulgarity 

I'm still not fully adjusted or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly 

I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin' 

I guess entertainment means "blatantly lyin'" 

Fake it 

'Til you make it 

I've driven those toys 

Been in the wars 

In the streets, cops kickin' in doors 

For my Deen, nigga 

Your flow cheap as limousine liquor 

I'm no fake rap CD listener 

Sit back and roll a mean swisher 

For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga