Watch Dem Niggas lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas]

They never realized how real Nas is so decisive

It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this

A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime

Food for thought or rather mind wine

The Don Juan features the freak shit, my thesis

On how we creep quick, fucking 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 niggas never handle for me

My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me

Where the snakes put a smile on they face

Hoping and praying I'm stuck

Scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck

Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages

Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges

Really it's papers I'm addicted to

Wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking you

The Mag inside the Triple Goose

Face down on the floor's 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 bragging raps

I zone, to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant

[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]

Watch dem niggas that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that be close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

[Verse 2: Nas]

Now how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?)

Living reckless, die for my necklace

Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish

Jetting, checking my message on the speaker

Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa

CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt

No seatbelt, drinking and thinking

My man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened

Secret indictments, as on to one seeking 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 tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo

Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato

[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]

Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you

And make sure they do what they supposed to do

Cause you know they be thinking about smoking 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 thinking about smoking you

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

[Verse 3: Nas]

Some niggas watch you (uhh)

See you when you think you on the low

Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow

Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho

Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough

Them old timers advise you to them problems that's ahead

Drama with the Feds, not listening just bobbing your head

Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself 'nobody's taking mine'

At the same time your ho is getting snatched from behind

Put in a van, where's the hundred grand, strippin' her hand

From all the ice, wouldn't you know

You knew these niggas all your life

What made them mark you victim

You fucked up somewhere 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 yapping

Jump in your ride, headed to your side

Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her

Just a reminder: shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out

Could have passed out, your coke was gone, now you ass out

Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes

[Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]

Gotta 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 thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)

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 thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)

Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh)

• Artist:Nas
• Album:It Was Written