Live From the Bridge

Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue The Professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the fuckin' world Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass Q.B. Braveheart nigga... [Verse 1] Was classified as the bastard who died Rumors say I came back alive with an axe And attacked niggas actin' like Nas My passion is to capitalize Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride Catch you from the passengers side My words turn the sea red Like the eyes of a weed head Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped Your soul go further up than astronauts I talk it and live it Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness Cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers In Newyork I'm the realest Predicted by fortune tellers Sick with the talkin' methods AK's, Berettas My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis Ramming niggers' like Saint Louis, we're dough-getters' And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us Ugh! [Verse 2] When ya'll niggas fall And start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall I'm on Times Square on New Years with Dick Clark dropping the ball With Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing Princess cut chains I bend bitches like bike frames My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning I'll have her wearin' tight jeans Givin' nice brains in a white Range Pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame I'm saying, you're rolling with Nastradamus We flowin' to St. Thomas Jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches Even the paparazzi tries to peep us Disguised with dark shades and fake beards A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here But I showed the tabloids bogus passports I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy [Verse 3] Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz' Wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians I hit it of course, I did it to floss The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross Esco, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula Cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula Pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor 'till I meet a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit In return all she wants to do is drink the dick Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos Stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos A Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reload We keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo