Nas` Angels...The Flyest

<br>Word word word word<br><br>[Nas]<br>I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces<br>Check out my jewelry pound in your faces<br>Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave<br>Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze<br>It`s the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Massicast<br>Cause I be giving them pain, it`s a cold world<br>Bernie Mac will be snappin` on you<br>But I ain`t a joke; you think I`m here to entertain you<br>Fallen angel after them halos<br>Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow<br>Escape route and I`m out, I cake out like intimates<br>like the brightest, the flyest<br><br>[Chorus]<br>You got to be the flyest<br>I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them<br>jeans, but you can work it like that<br>You got to be the flyest<br>You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps<br>cause you can work it like that<br>You got to be the flyest<br>You just breathe and stare while I`m pulling your hair<br>cause you can work it like that<br>You got to be the flyest<br>You can be Nas`s angel, let the largest train you but<br>you work it like that<br><br>[Nas]<br>Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow<br>You sea deep need me keep me kickin` like Del Reco<br>Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know<br>For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe<br>Spandex for money, I stay on the tight<br>G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight<br>Elbow out the left window, okays on the right<br>Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right<br>Hilton style, billionaire boys club<br>Braveheart, ya`ll don`t want no war with us<br>Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust<br>When I hit them full thrust, full throttle<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life<br>To move an eight, every night was my passion<br>Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston`s, Rolls Royces<br>Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses<br>I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough<br>Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin`<br>It`s at my mind, just a mystery school<br>Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools<br>Mami hit me with some moves<br>I`m addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters<br>Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants<br>I been okay with these warmers<br>Girls harass me and gas me and say that I`m enormous<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2)<br>You got to be Nas`s Angel<br>You can be Charlie`s Angel<br>You can be Nas`s Angel