Nas Suspect

* 45 seconds of talking/skit *

[Nas]

It was a murder

Jake just hit the corner people swarming

Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,

niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red

I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"

I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla

I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella

Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion

His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk

It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder

that the street's designed to stop your life, plot

The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell

First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail

Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell

My niggas never snitch why tell

We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities

Queens'll be the death of me

Chorus:

To the suspect witness don't come outside

You might get your shit pushed back tonight

(Suspect witness don't come outside

You might get your shit pushed back tonight)

Chorus

[Nas]

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested

Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness

My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence

Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless

Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite

Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique

I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely

My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly

Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese

Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese

I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of

early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards

Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive

A Million Man March, alert the masses

Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses

Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin'

Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened

Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'

Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga

to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome

Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic

The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is

What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia

No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you

Chorus

[Nas]

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized

Mega live, like the third world

Decipher my deceiver make him a believer

Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver

Bond is my life so I live by my word

Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs

Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin

Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin

* talkin to fade *