歌手:Nas
专辑:《Villain》

I'm a Villain - Nas
I'm the ***** walkin' with
his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until
my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother
made for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith N Wesson
I'll have ****** undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and
runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars and
shoot many Glocks
A ********* addict,
if ****** want static
They had it, cause
I flip just like a acrobatic
I'm always on the
corners rollin' up Sess
When I dress it's never
nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop
and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and
my friends sell crack
I got it goin' on,
my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon
and then carry on
Army certified, keep a Rent A Ride
Strippin' mad hoes and
kick em to the side
See I'm the type of brother
who keeps a four pounder
Start a lot of **** and
shoot at out of towners
At every block party,
I try to catch a body
Or for props, till
your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run,
but still havin' fun
Livin' by the Mac, my
gear is all black
I keep killin', because
I'm ready and I'm willin'

And I'm a villian

What
What
Wha a a t

I got beef with the President
and still lovin' it
Tryin' to make plans to
overthrow the government

It won't work cause ******
don't believe enough
They'd rather stand on the
corners and receive a cuff
I'm runnin' rich, you don't
like the sound of this
Rebel, but this country
doesn't want me
They'd rather hunt me,
but they'd never catch us all
Why you **** in with the dealers
while you're sticking up the malls?
Full of anger, all about danger
Pullin' out my banger,
stabbin' up a stranger

I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep

I use a whole lot of
slang when I speak
Walkin' with a vest,
the projects is where I rest

And the streets keep me stressed
Staring at your face,
waiting for you to make a sound
That's when I take you down,
shoot you up and suit you up
All in black, and put you in a box
A hard rock with a .25 in my socks
Aiming at your temple,
so take the diamonds off your hands
I'm buckwild like Billy Van Danns

Prince of pistolers,
words are crystal clear

And issues of fear

The maniac keeps killing,

I'm known as a outlaw

Cause I'm a villain

I keep pullin' tricks out
the barrels of a Magnum

Put em to sleep and leave
the Doc to tag them
A outlaw, although
I never wear a holster
In every county you see
my face that's on a poster
Hear so many gunshots
my eardrums should pop
I sight ya stop,
I'm seeing mad ****** drop
To the concrete, I got police
puttin' chalk on the street
And this is done once a week
I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals
I'm crazy ill, and what
I can't do my .380 will
I never play with a AK
Because I'm fine with a.9 and if
caught I'll do lesser time

Sometimes you gotta plan ****,
and understand it
See I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch
Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it
I stay blooded I'm the
project's most wanted

My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and
your radio's the Automatic

So when I'm in your town, 'duck down'
I take fire whatever you desire

But I'm on point you might miss
Never fight this, should be
sightless when I strike this
So roll the dice,
I'm stoppin' a blimp
It's ill how I got the
pen droppin' the ink

No one can stop this Apocalypse
Show your record player a method
layer so run until you're Mayor
Nas the parlayer, you

better say your prayer

I'm the New York City slayer

I play high post and then lay low
Parlay slow I wear horns, not a halo

And keep killin'

Cause I'm a villian