They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
 It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
 A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
 Food for thought or rather mind wine
 The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
 on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
 It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
 I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
 There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
 My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me
 where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck
 Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
 Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
 Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
 Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you
 The mag inside the triple goose
 Face down on the floors, the routine
 Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
 Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps
 I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

 Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)

 Watch dem niggas that be close to you
 And make sure they do what they supposed to do
 Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
 Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

 [Nas]
 Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
 livin reckless, die for my necklace
 Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
 Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
 Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
 CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
 No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
 My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
 Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
 My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
 traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
 My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
 Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto

 Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown

 Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
 And make sure they do what they supposed to do
 Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
 Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
 Watch dem niggas that's close to you
 And make sure they do what they supposed to do
 Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
 Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

 [Nas]
 Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
 Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
 Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
 Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
 Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
 Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head
 Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine
 At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
 Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
 From all the ice, wouldn't you know -
 - you knew these niggaz all your life
 What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line
 now they had to target your Wisdom
 She took em to your place, straight to your safe
 You doubted it could happen sick of yappin
 Dump in your ride, headed to your side
 Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
 Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
 Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
 Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes

 Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown

 Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
 And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
 Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
 Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
 Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
 And make sure they do what they supposed to do
 Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
 Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
 (uhh