Songtexte The Message - VV

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak nz played out, get fed and ate out
Prostitute turned b, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A gla of 'ze make a man Caius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let why'all nz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
Fin me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
S is grimy, real nz buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a f who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised s
Hungry-a hooligans stay on that piranha s
"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" -> Nas
"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> Nas
I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I ced a baby 9 that n grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what the f
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the f I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown n's through, blazin at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war nz I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers, word up
"Why'all know my steelo" -> Nas
"There ain't an army that could strike back" -> Nas
Thug nz
Yo, to them thug nz gettin it on in the world you know?
To them nz that's locked down
Doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin?
To my thorough nz, New York and world wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
9-6 s. The Firm clique, Illmatic n
It Was Written though
It's been a long time comin
Why'all fake nz, tryin to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake a nz yo.
Bring the s man, live man
(F that son)
Nine-six s.