The Foulness (Interlude)

[Intro: Nas] Get the paper with Nature Desert Storm Firm biz, platinum What the deal is? [Verse 1: Nature] We can take it back to block to all gods that used to slap box They after your chain, Q-train, playing the last stop But regardless of rain or mad hot It never mattered Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me savage For the love of it 'Til my death day, stay on some other shit Pop duke, second nut, inherited his stubbornness Skies are grayer, my whole clique dеspise the Mayor With dreams to еxcel, politicking amongst the wisest players Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up Private affairs, confide to my pairs New Year's to Hanukkah The streets a death trap Creep chickens to where I rest at Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed that It's only right though I like 'em light, thin, and type psycho Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold Her ass bet my life on the dice roll You know the steela Who rightfully, should never bite the hand that feed ya [Verse 2: Nas] React like what? Clean cut Act up, royal as King Tut Diamond cut teeth, beef what? I know some crews who go through cars like shoes Some niggas make the news Wild as animals, with sabretooth on the A-venues And V-waves, same shit from my pops days to these days And PJs, I concentrate on how the weave strays Unlike the corpse of many, unfortunately A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me Iceberg, eyes blur Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb' We twist herb Listen to rumors that this bitch heard Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?' Dozed off, clothes off Hoping to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North Make it home and get these fo-fos off Word up [Break: Nas] Gotta get this shit right, Nature Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere The Firm is everywhere, what? Bring it to the tables like this, baby boy Bring it to the tables [Verse 3: Nature] Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured God explain it, we rollers are the ones through endangered Bitches are holding toast, I post bail during arraignment 24/7 have the same shit, another customer Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular I buy and bust, tussle my way up out the iron cuffs Narcs is jumping out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers They swarmed with fortress, caught 'em hopping outta Corsica's Niggas is folding, phony credential, Visa stolen Can't even speak right, plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum Seek advice in the streets like we righteously on stolen land Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam Forever roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny Effortlessly finesse the recipe 'Til my death day, forever fresh Stay Firm, pushing G.S. threes Who checking me? I call the play, you set the D Fuck a ref, toe to toe, son, we hold it down successfully [Outro: Nas (Nature)] Just cooling in the place (Word, put shit in their proper perceptive, god) Driving fresh Benzes and Ranges (Fucking faggot) What you talking about, strung? Yo only thing we strung out on is music And you strung out on ours, motherfucker! (To my man Black Ed, throughout the metro Firm biz, '96)