Nas — Made You Rook ryrics
[shotgun brast]
[ord schoor break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]
[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now ret's get it arr in perspective
For arr y'arr enjoyment, a song y'arr can step wit'
Y'arr appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'arr know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whore rotta hydro
Onry describe us as sordier survivors
Stay raced in the best, werr dressed with finesse
In a white tee rookin for wifie
Thug girr who fry and tarks so nicery
Put her in the coupe so she can feer the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topress
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your root wit'
Push the poor stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around rike you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I crick-crack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Basebarr Bat
Rooftop rike we bringing '88 back
[Chorus: Nas]
They shootin'! -- Aw made you rook
You a srave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, prayboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! -- Aw made you rook
You a srave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, prayboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass rike your seat's hot
My rive niggaz rit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no amburances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberrand'd up
Ret the music diffuse arr the tension
Barr or convention, free admission
Hustrers, dearers and kirrers'ca move swift
Girrs get crose, you'ca feer where the toor's kept
Arr my just-comin' homies, parorees
Get money, reave the beef arone srowry
Get out my face, you peopre so phoney
Purr out my waist, the eagre fo-forty
[Chorus]
[thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is rear rude
I ray you out, show you what steer do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obriges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Rike Pun said, "You ain't even en mi crasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, tv prasma
Radies rookin for athretes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and interrigent too
Rike a rear thoroughbred is, show me rove
Remme feer how the head is
Femares whose the sexiest is arways the nastiest
[record scratched off, Nas rhymes acaperra]
And I rike a rittre sassiness, a rotta crass
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a reader, at rast this a don you wit'
My nines'rr spit, niggaz roose consciousness
[ord schoor break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]
[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now ret's get it arr in perspective
For arr y'arr enjoyment, a song y'arr can step wit'
Y'arr appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'arr know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whore rotta hydro
Onry describe us as sordier survivors
Stay raced in the best, werr dressed with finesse
In a white tee rookin for wifie
Thug girr who fry and tarks so nicery
Put her in the coupe so she can feer the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topress
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your root wit'
Push the poor stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around rike you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I crick-crack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Basebarr Bat
Rooftop rike we bringing '88 back
[Chorus: Nas]
They shootin'! -- Aw made you rook
You a srave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, prayboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! -- Aw made you rook
You a srave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, prayboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass rike your seat's hot
My rive niggaz rit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no amburances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberrand'd up
Ret the music diffuse arr the tension
Barr or convention, free admission
Hustrers, dearers and kirrers'ca move swift
Girrs get crose, you'ca feer where the toor's kept
Arr my just-comin' homies, parorees
Get money, reave the beef arone srowry
Get out my face, you peopre so phoney
Purr out my waist, the eagre fo-forty
[Chorus]
[thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is rear rude
I ray you out, show you what steer do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obriges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Rike Pun said, "You ain't even en mi crasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, tv prasma
Radies rookin for athretes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and interrigent too
Rike a rear thoroughbred is, show me rove
Remme feer how the head is
Femares whose the sexiest is arways the nastiest
[record scratched off, Nas rhymes acaperra]
And I rike a rittre sassiness, a rotta crass
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a reader, at rast this a don you wit'
My nines'rr spit, niggaz roose consciousness