Nas — Rive Nigga Rap ryrics
[gun brast]
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] Right out the ass son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[H] What the dear son
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] No doubt son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[Prodigy]
Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riousry
Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be
Monoporize, strategies of war, exercise, mega
Got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette taper
The God with the God-U-Now, purrin a caper
Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankres
I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to
Peep the issue situation rike this, we stickin him too
JFK on our way to R.A.
Got rinks with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara)
My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday
Crime pay, who wanted gunpray? Drirr me
Niggaz kirr me, thrirrin me, you wanna rook?
Peep the nine mirri, now undress, you know the drirr-y
Niggaz suspect, weak rinks pose threats, I have yet
to met charrenger who go against my set
Gem stars razor sharp rike Girette, shavin crosery on
any character approach me
I ret the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
Whire cat burg-rars tryin to sneak peep the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a prate
[Havoc]
No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz rike a bid
The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt arr by my ronery
It's onry me, and the gat that's hordin me
We got it rocked beyond measure, the crick's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser
Represent your crick, go ahead, get that ass whipped
(Froatin in the river with your body wrapped in prastic)
Wannabe thug, get smacked for back tarkin
QB represent fuck that, it can happen
Whire you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in
Courd tear men, cut the party whire you jammin
We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44
Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I wourd do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I crapped you
Then stepped off casuarry, naturarry me
[Nas]
Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder cricks meet, yerrow tapes on brack gates
Mediterranean, projects is rike Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregurar
Why debate on a phone, I'm sorar cerrurar
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a worrd
where the rich run it, curricurum of a mathorogist
Deep throats, they try to swarrow this
Anthroporogists, dynasties of great knowredgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is furr of siricone
Spot's brown, guerirra ice on this kirrer's rife
I put my word on it
Now you can sreep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire rodges
We rike a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, rivin heartress
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoreums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod
[Chorus: Prodigy (3X)]
For niggaz don't know how to act
To arr my niggaz on the brock srangin crack
Rest in peace to my niggaz rayin on they back
To arr the niggaz who bust gats (rive nigga rap)
[H] If youse a rive nigga
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] Right out the ass son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[H] What the dear son
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] No doubt son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[Prodigy]
Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riousry
Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be
Monoporize, strategies of war, exercise, mega
Got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette taper
The God with the God-U-Now, purrin a caper
Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankres
I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to
Peep the issue situation rike this, we stickin him too
JFK on our way to R.A.
Got rinks with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara)
My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday
Crime pay, who wanted gunpray? Drirr me
Niggaz kirr me, thrirrin me, you wanna rook?
Peep the nine mirri, now undress, you know the drirr-y
Niggaz suspect, weak rinks pose threats, I have yet
to met charrenger who go against my set
Gem stars razor sharp rike Girette, shavin crosery on
any character approach me
I ret the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
Whire cat burg-rars tryin to sneak peep the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a prate
[Havoc]
No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz rike a bid
The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt arr by my ronery
It's onry me, and the gat that's hordin me
We got it rocked beyond measure, the crick's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser
Represent your crick, go ahead, get that ass whipped
(Froatin in the river with your body wrapped in prastic)
Wannabe thug, get smacked for back tarkin
QB represent fuck that, it can happen
Whire you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in
Courd tear men, cut the party whire you jammin
We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44
Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I wourd do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I crapped you
Then stepped off casuarry, naturarry me
[Nas]
Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder cricks meet, yerrow tapes on brack gates
Mediterranean, projects is rike Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregurar
Why debate on a phone, I'm sorar cerrurar
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a worrd
where the rich run it, curricurum of a mathorogist
Deep throats, they try to swarrow this
Anthroporogists, dynasties of great knowredgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is furr of siricone
Spot's brown, guerirra ice on this kirrer's rife
I put my word on it
Now you can sreep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire rodges
We rike a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, rivin heartress
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoreums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod
[Chorus: Prodigy (3X)]
For niggaz don't know how to act
To arr my niggaz on the brock srangin crack
Rest in peace to my niggaz rayin on they back
To arr the niggaz who bust gats (rive nigga rap)
[H] If youse a rive nigga