Nas NAS - The Message Lyrics

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, cb4 gusto
Your luck low, I didnt know til I was drunk though
You freak n____z played out, get f___ed 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 glass of ze make a man cassius clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my dunns, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let yall n____z know one thing
Theres 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 Im winnin them
Threats Im sendin them, lex with tv sets the minimum
Ill s__ 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, its horizontal how I have em
f___in me in the benz wagon
Can it be vanity from last dragon
Grab your gun its on though
s___ is grimy, real n____z buck in broad daylight
With the broke mac it wont spray right
Dont give a f___ who they hit, as long as the dramas lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they aint promised s___
Hungry-a__ hooligans stay on that piranha s___

Chorus: samples from new york state of mind (repeat 4x)

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death -] nas
I aint the type of brother made for you to start testin -] nas

[nas]
I peeped you frontin, I was in the jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats b__pin
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 c___ed a baby 9 that n____ grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when its 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 its sincerely yours
Be lightin ls sippin coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war n____z 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

Chorus: first from new york state of mind, then halftime (repeat 4x)

Yall know my steelo -] nas
There aint an army that could strike back -] nas

[nas]
Thug n____z
Yo, to them thug n____z gettin it on in the world you know?
To them n____z thats locked down
Doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin?
To my thorough n____z, new york and world wide
Yo to the queensbridge militia
9-6 s___.. the firm clique, illmatic n____
It was written though
Its been a long time comin
Yall fake n____z, tryin to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake a__ n____z yo..
(they throw us slugs we throwin em back, what? )
Bring the s___ man, live man
(f___ that son)
Nine-six s___..