Made You Look

*shotgun blast*<br>*old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X*<br><br>[Verse 1: Nas]<br>Uh, uh, uh, now let`s get it all in perspective<br>For all y`all enjoyment, a song y`all can step wit`<br>Y`all appointed me to bring rap justice<br>But I ain`t five-O, y`all know it`s Nas yo<br>Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro<br>Only describe us as soldier survivors<br>Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse<br>In a white tee lookin for wifie<br>Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely<br>Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze<br>We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don`t say my car`s topless<br>Say the titties is out, newness here`s the anthem<br>Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit`<br>Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with<br>Swing around like you stu-pid, king`a the town, yeah I been that<br>You know I click-clack where you and yor men`s at<br>Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat<br>Rooftop like we bringing `88 back<br><br>[Chorus: Nas]<br>They shootin`! -- Aw made you look<br>You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>Gettin` Big/"big" money, playboy your time`s up<br>Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?<br><br>They shootin`! -- Aw made you look<br>You a slave to a page in my rhyme book<br>Gettin` Big/"big" money, playboy your time`s up<br>Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?<br><br>[Verse 2: Nas]<br>This ain`t rappin, this is Street-Hop<br>Now get up off your ass like your seat`s hot<br>My live niggaz lit up the reefer<br>Trunk`a the car we got the streetsweeper<br>Don`t start none, won`t be none<br>No reason for your mans to panic<br>You don`t wanna see no ambulances<br>Knock a pimp`s drink down in his pimp cup<br>That`s the way you get Timberland`d up<br>Let the music diffuse all the tension<br>Ball or convention, free admission<br>Hustlers, dealers and killers`ca move swift<br>Girls get close, you`ca feel where the tool`s kept<br>All my just-comin` homies, parolees<br>Get money, leave the beef alone slowly<br>Get out my face, you people so phoney<br>Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty<br><br>[Chorus]<br>*thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots*<br><br>[Verse 3: Nas]<br>I see niggaz runnin`, yo my mood is real rude<br>I lay you out, show you what steel do<br>Mobsters don`t box, my pump shot obliges<br>Every invitation to fight you punk hazas<br>Like Pun said, "You ain`t even en mi clasa"<br>Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma<br>Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers<br>Whatever you choose, whatever you do<br>Make sure he a thug and intelligent too<br>Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love<br>Lemme feel how the head is<br>Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest<br>*record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella*<br>And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class<br>Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth<br>I`m a leader, at last this a don you wit`<br>My nines`ll spit, niggaz loose consciousness