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wanna play (rough?) - nas lyrics

[verse one:]
yo, the lord is my shepard
the sword is my weapon
reward is a blessin’, that comes from the struggle
shoes been scuffled, blood’s been shed, another mother loses a son
cause where i’m from the young chooses a gun
before they choose an education
but once dead their ain’t no awakenin’
so like once said, life ain’t for fakin
yo, you wit’ me when i say duct tape ’em?
f-ck waitin’
got the truck outside, benz jeep for navigation
everything in position, they’d rather be f-ckin’ wit’ satan
when i aim i ain’t missin’, master of -ssasination’
i heard he call himself esco, drive a lexo
rocks his hat sideways, showin’ off his waves with a chipped tooth
is this the truth?
this is what we do, sip a brew
wait around his crib until it turns around two am
as soon as he walks in the door we slay ’em
you guys got fat while i was away, so start payin’

[hook:]
okay, you wanna play rough?!
(gun shots) (scratching – a thug changes, and love changes)
okay yo, we could play rough!

[verse 2:]
okay now, drive up to my crib, am i high enough?
who these n-ggas tryin’ to hide in their truck
i ain’t order cable, why in the f-ck these n-ggas
ducked in they seat? are they lookin’ for me?
but i ain’t do sh-t, could it be that n-ggas thought
i slept like b.i.g. and pac did
may they rest in peace, but while i’m alive i pop sh-t
p-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
put these n-ggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is
pull the strap from under the seat
back up in the street
watch these n-ggas thats tryin’ to watch me, i carefully creep
take off my shoes, barefoot n-gga poppin’ my heat
empty every sh-ll in their direction
its you, i should’ve guessed it!
same n-ggas that i was connected wit’, i know sent you
now i’m’a take you off here, you dont know what you got into

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
walked in his house, smackin’ him up, “what you talkin’ about?” he said
shut-up n-gga! knocked him in his head with chrome
never thought i’d be in his home
with his wife taped up for my n-ggas to bone
f-ckin’ with me, you should’ve known
i’ll have ’em write “stupid n-gga” on your tombstone
what money can do, get you hit for less than a g
for threatenin’ me
i’m’a do it myself, take you to h-ll, this ones for free
k!llin’ you n-ggas with nothin’
left him dead, engine runnin’
you the only i’m makin’ sure that gets whats comin’
look at your woman, -n-l ripped out, its your fault
they gang banged your b-tch out in your face and you saw it
but before i let you have it i’m searchin’ your crib
for pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
sh-t like that, incase a n-gga wanna strike back
i’ll be right up in his -ss to blow ’em out with the mac
n-ggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that?
now you gotta lay flat, gettin’ eatin’ by rats
gettin’ even’s never wrong, its only right to react
eye for an eye, cause the sweetest part is payback
somebody knc0kin’, who dat?
“a cop man”, let him in
and give that mothaf-cka one under the chin
can’t believe this n-gga down with the feds!
the copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
dont explain, i put the pound on his head
blew ’em! before that i can’t remember the last time i said……
okay, so we gonna play rough!

[hook:]

- nas lyrics

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