NAS - Nazareth Savage lyrics

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    NAS LYRICS
    
    "Nazareth Savage"
    [Man laughing]
    
    [Verse 1: Nas]
    I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum
    Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum
    Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days
    In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
    I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
    That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
    The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
    I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men
    Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless
    When their momma love the kid's records I made
    You gutless, you don't know struggle
    Throw a couple slugs at you, hell grabs you
    Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
    I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
    Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
    I'ma guide you like the OG, but don't talk, don't get it confused
    'Cause none'a y'all can fit in my shoes
    Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
    God'll forgive you bastards
    Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
    
    [Verse 2: Nas]
    I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?
    Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished
    Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla
    Can't come close to, Francis Copala, Samson -- no Delilah
    You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it
    You scared to look too long at, sit on a don's lap
    Tell you a story shorty, spicy like lories
    Chickenheads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties
    Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours
    Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes
    Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
    Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage
    You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
    
    [Verse 3: Nas]
    Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary
    Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
    And all of y'all wear that same aroma
    How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
    You're wack nigga, face it
    In the history of the game, you have no placement
    Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity
    Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
    But when the sun go south, them comes come out
    My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin
    Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
    Straight savage

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