Watch Dem Niggas

[Nas]<br>They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive<br>It`s just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this<br>A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time<br>Food for thought or rather mind wine<br>The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis<br>on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain`t so secret<br>It`s mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me<br>I got no game, it`s just some bitches understand my story<br>There ain`t no drama that my niggaz never handle for me<br>My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me<br>where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I`m stuck<br>Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck<br>Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages<br>Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges<br>Really it`s papers I`m addicted to, wasn`t for rap then I`ll be stickin you<br>The mag inside the triple goose<br>Face down on the floors, the routine<br>Don`t want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it`s a smoke screen<br>Imagine that - that`s why I hardly kick the braggin raps<br>I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant<br><br>Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)<br><br>Watch dem niggas that be close to you<br>And make sure they do what they supposed to do<br>Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you<br>Never personal, nowadays, it`s the ways<br><br>[Nas]<br>Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)<br>livin reckless, die for my necklace<br>Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish<br>Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker<br>Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G`s, gun and my Visa<br>CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt<br>No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin<br>My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened<br>Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment<br>My Movado says seven, the God hour, that`s if you follow<br>traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo<br>My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo<br>Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D`Amato<br><br>Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown<br><br>Got to watch dem niggas that`s close to you<br>And make sure they do what they supposed to do<br>Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you<br>Never personal, nowadays, it`s the ways<br>Watch dem niggas that`s close to you<br>And make sure they do what they supposed to do<br>Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you<br>Never personal, nowadays, it`s the ways<br><br>[Nas]<br>Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low<br>Ain`t hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow<br>Three ki`s, new V`s, went to Anguilla with your hoe<br>Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough<br>Them old timers, advise you to them problems that`s ahead<br>Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head<br>Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody`s takin mine<br>At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind<br>Put in the van, where`s the hundred grand, script in her hand<br>From all the ice, wouldn`t you know -<br>- you knew these niggaz all your life<br>What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line<br>now they had to target your Wisdom<br>She took em to your place, straight to your safe<br>You doubted it could happen sick of yappin<br>Dump in your ride, headed to your side<br>Puffin ganja get to your crib, can`t find her<br>Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out<br>Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out<br>Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes<br><br>Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown<br><br>Got to watch dem niggas that`s close to you (uhh)<br>And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)<br>Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)<br>Never personal, nowadays, it`s the ways<br>Watch dem niggas that`s close to you (uhh)<br>And make sure they do what they supposed to do<br>Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)<br>Never personal, nowadays, it`s the ways<br>(uhh)