Loco-Motive

[Intro]

42nd street terminal

[Verse 1: Nas]

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it

My religion is reefer

Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with

My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative

I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live

Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled

Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead

Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?

The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas

They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”

Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”

Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest

War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma

Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey

Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply

Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice

Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery

Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with

Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst

I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous

This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

[Break: Large Professor]

Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?

What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?

This is Nas, what, Nas

What, Nasty, what, recollect,

[Verse 2: Nas]

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’

Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard

They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top

Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”

To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis

As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances

A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs

Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head

So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start

So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart

I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece

But my life been good since I started finding peace

I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed

I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess

I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back

Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash

[Large Professor]

My nigga’s like a locomotive

Nas, we push it, mush ‘em

Queensbridge to Bushwick

Harlem, Bronx, all that

You ain’t even supposed to be out here

You know where you at?

Verse 3: Nas]

At night, New York, eat a slice too hot

Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth

Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot

Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot

I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed

Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’

When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught

Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure

Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’

Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’

In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick

Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick

It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth

Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies

How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me

Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease

I’m here y’all

[Outro]

This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas

For my trapped in the 90′s niggas

Ha, for y’all niggas