Smokin'

Smokin' - NAS

[Intro]

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim

(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)

Pass that shit homey

[Chorus]

Now tell me what y'all smokin

What kinda heat y'll holdin

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

[Verse 1]

Zoom, from outer space he comes

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun

Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized

What is his race nation or creed?

Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens

Spit at judges, stepped on peasants

But in reality, I just entered your galaxy

September '73, up in these wild streets

Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)

And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

My nigga smoke with one lung

If he cough he might die, passin me trees

The liquor bottle's almost empty

We about to collide, with the enemy

Only way you die if it's meant to be

You fuckin with a general

No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you

Now we knockin on your mama door

Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war

Death, angels comin for you

Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2

Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?

The hands of time, or the hands of medicine

Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake

Walk by your casket, spit in your face

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide

And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Pardon but I gotta question of life now

Look at the nigga next to you right now

Is he real, fake or scared

Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air

Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart

Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start

I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures

Never put a bitch over my niggaz

I shall never, cooperate with the law

Never snake me I always hold you down in war

If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs

I never break the oath to the death I swear

I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance

of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science

of a nigga still yet to be found

So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

[Chorus]

[Repeat until fade]

Wanna get high, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, light it up