Watch Dem Niggas Songtext / Lyric

[Nas]

They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive

It's just the likeness, of Israelites mist, that made me write this

A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasing 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, fucking 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, walking through rough land before me

where the snakes put a smile on they face, hoping and praying I'm stuck

Scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck

Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages

Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges

Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking 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 bragging raps

I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant



Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)



Watch dem niggas that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways



[Nas]

Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)living reckless, die for my necklace

Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish

Jetting, checking my message on the speaker

Bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa

CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt

No seat belt, drinking and thinking

My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened

Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment

My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow

traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo

My "Fuck Tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo

Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato



Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown



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 thinking about smoking 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 thinking about smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways



[Nas]

Some niggaz watch you (uh) 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, getting the dough

Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead

Drama with the Feds, not listening just bobbing your head

Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself nobody's taking mine

At the same time, your hoe is getting 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 somewhere 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 yapping

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

Could of passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out

Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes



Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown



Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)

And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)

Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you (mmm)

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you (uh-huh)

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

(uhh)