Made You Look
J.Period & Nas Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
Let's step back and look at everything as a whole

For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
This song is for your enjoyment and to dance to

Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
I was chosen to bring justice to the Rap game

But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
I'm not the police, you know it's me Nas

Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
I'm drinking Grey Goose and smoking a lot of marijuana

Only describe us as soldier survivors
We are survivors, you can only describe us as such

Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
We're always dressed in the finest clothes with style

In a white tee lookin' for wifey
I'm looking for a girl to be my wife while wearing a plain white t-shirt

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
I'm looking for a pretty and tough girl who has a charming personality

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
I'll put her in my sports car so she can feel the wind blowing through her hair

We can drive through the city no doubt
We can drive anywhere in the city without hesitation

But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Don't say my car doesn't have a roof, say the women in the car are showing their breasts

Newness here's the Anthem
This is the new anthem

Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Put your hand up if you're a shooter, count how much money you have

Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Use the same hand you play basketball with to play pool in your new house

Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
Act foolishly if you want, because I'm the king of the town and have always been

You know I click-clack where you and your mens at?
Do you know where you and your friends stand with me and my guns?

Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Let's dance to the Smurf, Wop, and use a baseball bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
We're partying on the rooftop like it's 1988

They shootin', Aw made you look
They're shooting, oh, you got scared and looked

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
You're captivated by the words on this page of my rhyming notebook

Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
You're out of time, playboy, because I'm getting a lot of money

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Where are the gangsters and the pretty women?

This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
This isn't just rap, it's street-hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
Get up and start moving like your seat is on fire

My live niggas lit up the reefer
My friends are smoking a lot of marijuana

Trunk o'the car, we got the street sweeper
We have a gun in the trunk of the car, a street sweeper

Don't start none, won't be none
If you don't start anything, there won't be any problems

No reason for your mans to panic
There's no reason for your friends to panic

You don't want to see no ambulances
You don't want to see any ambulances because that means someone got hurt

Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
Knock over the drink of a pimp in his fancy cup

That's the way you get Timberland'd up
That's how you get yourself in trouble with the infamous Timberland brand

Let the music diffuse all the tension
Let the music calm everyone down and release the tension

Baller convention, free admission
All the ballers are gathering here, and it's free to come in

Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Those who hustle, deal, and kill can move quickly in this environment

Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
Girls come near and you can feel where my gun is kept

All my just comin' homeys, parolees
All my friends who are returning home from prison or on parole

Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Make money and avoid conflict slowly and calmly

Get out my face, you people so phoney
Leave me alone, you are all fake

Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
I'll pull out my gun, the eagle .44, from my waist

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I see people running, and I'm in a bad mood

I lay you out, show you what steel do
I'll knock you down and show you what my gun can do

Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Mobsters don't fight, they use guns and my gun forces them to do so

Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
If you're invited to fight, you're probably a coward

Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Like Big Pun said, "You're not even in my class!"

Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
We're in a Maybach Benz with a TV in the backseat

Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Women are looking for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Whatever you want, whatever you decide

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Make sure he's a tough guy and smart too

Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Like a real thoroughbred, show me some affection

Lemme feel how the head is
Let me experience how good you are at giving oral sex

Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
The women who are the sexiest are usually the most promiscuous

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
I like a girl with attitude but also who's classy

Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Woman, give me the liquor from your bag

I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
Finally, I'm a leader and you are following me

My nines'll spit, niggas loose consciousness
My guns will fire and make people pass out