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They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
On how we creep quick, fuckin' 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floors, 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 braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin' my message on the speaker
Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightenment
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 Custom Auto

[Chorus:]

Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes





[Chorus:]

Overall Meaning

In the first verse, Nas asserts his authenticity and references his Israelite heritage which he believes has inspired him to write. He reflects on his reputation as a ladies' man and how some women are ready to have sex with him once they hear his story, without him needing to use any charm or game. Nas also talks about how he's addicted to making money and how it's a passion that fuels him. The chorus emphasizes the importance of being aware of people who might be plotting against you, especially those that are close to you.


The second verse showcases Nas's cavalier attitude towards life, where he's living recklessly and indulging in crime. He speaks about following his own code and letting go of worrying about the future. Nas references the late Pablo Escobar, a notorious Colombian drug lord known for his ruthlessness and dangerous actions. The verse ends with a nod to his own rebellious spirit and how he chooses to live life on his own terms.


The final verse furthers the theme of betrayal and the importance of being vigilant. Nas warns listeners about the dangers of getting too comfortable and not paying attention to those around you. He tells a cautionary tale of someone who let their guard down and ended up getting robbed. The lyrics emphasize that no one is above being a target and that ignorance can lead to disastrous outcomes.


Line by Line Meaning

They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
People underestimate my authenticity and determination


It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this
I was inspired by the culture and history of Israelites


A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
My unique style of rapping is catching the attention of mainstream audiences


Food for thought or rather mind wine
My lyrics provide intellectual stimulation and nourishment for the mind


The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
I explore sexual and taboo topics in my music


On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret
I rap about having affairs with married women


It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
Women throw themselves at me because of my fame and reputation


I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
I don't need to use pick-up lines or tactics because women are attracted to my persona and experiences


There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
My friends and associates take care of any potential problems or conflicts for me


My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
I wear expensive clothing and accessories while navigating through dangerous neighborhoods


Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
There are people who act friendly but secretly wish harm upon me


Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
I don't like to boast about my wealth or success because it attracts negative attention


Watch dem niggas that be close to you
Be wary of those who are close to you


And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Ensure that they fulfill their obligations and responsibilities towards you


Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
They may have negative intentions towards you


Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
These types of situations are not uncommon in today's society


Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
How can I make my lifestyle and behavior better or safer?


Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
I am living dangerously and putting my life at risk for material possessions


Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
I am involved in criminal activities and driving a luxury car despite the risks


My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
My watch indicates that it's 7:00, which some consider to be a significant or spiritual time


Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
You believe that no one can steal your expensive Rolex watch


Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
You can't trust anyone, and you need to be aware of your surroundings at all times




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Written by: JONES, NASIR / KLUGH, EARL

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Dreamy

Lyrics -They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
On how we creep quick, fuckin' 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 niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floors, 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 braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin' my message on the speaker
Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightenment
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 Custom Auto

Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes

Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough
Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind
Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know
You knew these niggaz 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 yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes



LeChuck1996

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

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

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



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SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAPID TRANSIT DISTRICT, RTD.

Nas: I got no game, some bitches understand my story. An underrated line by Nas. There's just some females out there who could care less about what game you kick to them. They decide to go out with you because they get a feel for you or understand where you're coming from.

Mateo

No doubt

djoxxxa88

I married one like that, still together

Nasiir Tha Infamous

Facts hella underrated

Van Woods

@djoxxxa88 respect bro! πŸ’―πŸ’ͺ🏽 stick it out no matter what

djoxxxa88

@Van Woods 8 years and counting

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Johnny Blaze

This ain’t old school rap this is knowledge power and wisdom

Mannyjch Taylor

BIG FACTS.... Now its just everybody sounding everybody... Music definely has changed a lot smh

Erick Ford

Knowledge Wisdom Power 125

Benyamin Ben Israel

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