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 chasin' 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, fuckin' 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 niggaz never handle for me   My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me   Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck   Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck      Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages   Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauges   Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' 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 braggin' 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 thinkin' about smokin' 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 thinkin' about smokin' you   Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways      Now how can I perfect this   Livin' reckless, die for my necklace   Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish   Jettin', checkin' my messages on the speaker      Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa   CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt   No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'   My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened      Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightment   My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow   Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo   My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo   Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato      Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you   And make sure they do what they supposed to do   'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you   Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways      Watch dem niggas that's close to you   And make sure they do what they supposed to do   'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you   Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways      Some niggaz watch you, 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, gettin' the dough      Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead   Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin' your head   Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine   At the same time, your hoe is gettin' 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 niggaz all your life   What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere   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 yappin'   Dump 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   Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out   Dead bitches tell no lies   You should use your eyes      Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you   And make sure they do what they supposed to do   'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you   Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways      Watch dem niggas that's close to you   And make sure they do what they supposed to do   'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you   Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways