Millennium Thug

[Intro: Nashawn] Uh 2000 [Verse 1: Nashawn] Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels Clappin' these dudes A straight born Killa It's Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas Niggas that put holes in squealers Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt Safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine I'm floatin', left lane open where I could get through The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window I skidded out, now I'm outta control Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do' I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin' It's gotta be them cause I ain't dyin' I'm bonin' out Bit the top off a Guiness stoute Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas Look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged niggas [Chorus: Nas] Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with frowned face? Why the hoes love the Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'? Why them Bravehearts roll hard with nickel plates? With big slugs that can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryna imitate These real niggas that'll punch you in your face? [Verse 2: Nas] I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real Saw niggas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls High saditty, she act like she innocent She act like her pussy ain't where my niggas been Hate when she act like she never met me She can't forget me Thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me Cause I cruise yachts like Lefty and Sonny Black Your hoes wanna lick honey out my crack I'll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic Cause I knew she would like it Push fleetwood Caddy's feelin' righteous I eat good, no red meat I like Fish Y'all never in your life seen money I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties Smuggle bootleg liquor I shoot 'till you dead nigga I'm about bread, these rhymes off the head nigga Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece I flow off techno beats and rep the streets You a one verse assasin I'm a multiple LP long lastin' Peekin' again Grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin Former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King Respect it See me with the shit I say on record Not like these fake thugs, please wake up If I die I'ma rise from the grave With two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay! [Chorus: Nas] Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with frowned face? Why the hoes love the Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'? Why them Bravehearts roll hard with nickel plates? With big slugs that can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryna imitate These real niggas that'll punch you in your face? [Outro: Nas & Nashawn] What Punch you in your fuckin' face Come here, y'all niggas wanna battle? Fuck y'all niggas, I punch you in your motherfuckin face Y'all girly mouth niggas, what (That's realistic, y'all girly mouth niggas) What, Braveheart Millennium thug Bravehearts in this muhfucker 2000, to never Nashawn, Nastradamus (What, [?] the world) To my nigga Big Kap ([?] on all you moldy rap cats) You know how we do this shit, let's go on tour (Yeah), get that money and bring it home, baby (That motherfuckin' money) You heard me (Bring it all the way back) Far rock Q.B. (Q.B. the realness, uh) To all you girly mouth niggas What, get the fuck off the set, kill y'all niggas Punch you in your fuckin' face Too real