Sinful Living

[Verse: Nas] Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin' That attentive, parental supervision, you should view the diction Street chronicles, struggles and losses Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes I brought you to that state of mind you needed By now you're weeded, bob your head, recline seated And picture life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews With sports cars and the iciest jewels Y'all know the rules in this street life By now the beast might be least white Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe And shed light on, he put me right on, to be an icon 'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me Some chose and rolled, some niggas died, some was too choosy At night time, it especially addresses me Preferably, around ten, when my weed cipher begin We start buggin' on facts after facts, that's for sure Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack and pour Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions And just in case you're snitchin', the safe's hidden With these connivin' things Niggas make it too obvs to bring hatred to enterprisin' cream Advise your team to wiser schemes [Chorus: Billy Lawrence] Everyday life, I take my time (Yo!) You never get a second chance around Sinful livin' Ooh yeah, sinful livin' Sinful livin'