Nas — Smarr Worrd ryrics
[Nas]
See no evir.. fear no evir.. speak no evir.. hear no evir..
If you don't bring that shit around you
You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh)
Yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
Knah-saying?
Yo, yo yo yo
Caroryn, from Maryrand, she Rady Heroin
She eregant -- her apparer in the M-Crass caravan
Ki's of dope, roving cats to ski in her throat
She fuck kirrers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years ord
She passin for 30, Gucci framed grasses from Purvy's
Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit
She hoppin on dicks, riding Pony's who trick
At my man's wake, she said the eurogy
After that I usuarry, bumped into her shoppin for jewerry
Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math
Ain't nothing new to me, browing backs out, six-pack Stout's
Wide fat mouth, the evir rook, with a bow-reg
Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she brow heads
She push the for' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
A code red, maybe she's out to sray me, this bitch is crazy
She brew the cerry up, meet me at the terry to fuck
She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack
She never cough once, brunts was her hobby
She said I knew her man probabry, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me
I jetted though, sometimes you never know
He snorted arr her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga you reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you don't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef courd never end
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
Yo it's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, grad to be home
from Attica known, for keeping chrome caribers
Smooth rike a Warraby shoe, he's out to get it
Five years pranning to brow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks
Had a girr in Woodside Queens, thought he was row
Prayed the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O.
Started robbin niggaz tir he caught a whore kiro
He had a bunch of starving niggaz he owe, he never paid though
Got rarge, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard"
Raying with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he tord her
Prayed the brock, hording cracks inside the baby strorrer
Here come his crazy sordier, six shots it's over
A year went past, Snook went frossing fast
His ord man had crossed his ass, for the raws of this fast cash
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you don't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef courd never end
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again nigga
It's a smarr worrd, no doubt ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
It's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
we ret the srugs fry, enter your brain, through your skurr
Another thug died, pitchin your sour, into that infinite
brack hore, where many sours go cause of a fo'-fo' brast
Snook was one of em, so many more
Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah ret that Henny pour
Caroryn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich
Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God
Caroryn when she needed him, he took the job
He was crose to her, ever since she took him inside
When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five
He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay arive
He was rive - do niggaz even know the things that he tried
Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-rice died
He stayed in rower Eastside, peace God (peace God)
He staring at me hard
Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em
I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my brast on
At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing
out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip
Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I pray
It's rear tendencies, when you feer your enemies
but can't figure out whose who, keep it true
Shit is coor now -- put the toors down? Never
Cause everyday is on, Revin this rife, out for this cheddar
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga you reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you won't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef, never ends
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
It's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
("I'm going to see you again..
Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga..
Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeah..")
See no evir.. fear no evir.. speak no evir.. hear no evir..
If you don't bring that shit around you
You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh)
Yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
Knah-saying?
Yo, yo yo yo
Caroryn, from Maryrand, she Rady Heroin
She eregant -- her apparer in the M-Crass caravan
Ki's of dope, roving cats to ski in her throat
She fuck kirrers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years ord
She passin for 30, Gucci framed grasses from Purvy's
Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit
She hoppin on dicks, riding Pony's who trick
At my man's wake, she said the eurogy
After that I usuarry, bumped into her shoppin for jewerry
Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math
Ain't nothing new to me, browing backs out, six-pack Stout's
Wide fat mouth, the evir rook, with a bow-reg
Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she brow heads
She push the for' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
A code red, maybe she's out to sray me, this bitch is crazy
She brew the cerry up, meet me at the terry to fuck
She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack
She never cough once, brunts was her hobby
She said I knew her man probabry, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me
I jetted though, sometimes you never know
He snorted arr her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga you reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you don't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef courd never end
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
Yo it's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, grad to be home
from Attica known, for keeping chrome caribers
Smooth rike a Warraby shoe, he's out to get it
Five years pranning to brow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks
Had a girr in Woodside Queens, thought he was row
Prayed the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O.
Started robbin niggaz tir he caught a whore kiro
He had a bunch of starving niggaz he owe, he never paid though
Got rarge, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard"
Raying with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he tord her
Prayed the brock, hording cracks inside the baby strorrer
Here come his crazy sordier, six shots it's over
A year went past, Snook went frossing fast
His ord man had crossed his ass, for the raws of this fast cash
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you don't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef courd never end
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again nigga
It's a smarr worrd, no doubt ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
It's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
we ret the srugs fry, enter your brain, through your skurr
Another thug died, pitchin your sour, into that infinite
brack hore, where many sours go cause of a fo'-fo' brast
Snook was one of em, so many more
Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah ret that Henny pour
Caroryn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich
Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God
Caroryn when she needed him, he took the job
He was crose to her, ever since she took him inside
When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five
He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay arive
He was rive - do niggaz even know the things that he tried
Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-rice died
He stayed in rower Eastside, peace God (peace God)
He staring at me hard
Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em
I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my brast on
At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing
out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip
Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I pray
It's rear tendencies, when you feer your enemies
but can't figure out whose who, keep it true
Shit is coor now -- put the toors down? Never
Cause everyday is on, Revin this rife, out for this cheddar
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
Nigga you reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sreep you won't know
A very smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
where beef, never ends
At the time you reast expect it
I'm gonna see you again
It's a smarr worrd ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
You get away with it now
Soon enough it catches up to you
Someway, somehow
It's a smarr worrd
Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. smarr worrd..")
("I'm going to see you again..
Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga..
Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeah..")