Nazareth Savage Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

[Man laughing] 

[Verse 1: Nas] 

I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum 

Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum 

Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days 

In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze 

I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke 

That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off 

The infrastructure caves in, amazin' 

I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men 

Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless 

When their momma love the kid's records I made 

You gutless, you don't know struggle 

Throw a couple slugs at you, hell grabs you 

Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine 

I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen 

Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand 

I'ma guide you like the OG, but don't talk, don't get it confused 

'Cause none'a y'all can fit in my shoes 

Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions 

God'll forgive you bastards 

Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage 

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[Verse 2: Nas] 

I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? 

Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished 

Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla 

Can't come close to, Francis Copala, Samson -- no Delilah 

You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it 

You scared to look too long at, sit on a don's lap 

Tell you a story shorty, spicy like lories 

Chickenheads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties 

Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours 

Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes 

Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys 

Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage 

You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage 

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[Verse 3: Nas] 

Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary 

Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies 

And all of y'all wear that same aroma 

How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya 

You're wack nigga, face it 

In the history of the game, you have no placement 

Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity 

Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth 

But when the sun go south, them comes come out 

My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin 

Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me 

Straight savage