nasty nas freestyle, part 2

, yo, they call me nas, i'm not your legal type of fella, moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller, who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed, when i dress, it's never nuttin less than guess, cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh, love committin sins and my friends sell crack, this nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue, the school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one, cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts, so i guzzle my hennesey while pullin on mad blunts, the brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator, the type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator, somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game, used to sport bally's and gazelle's with black frames, now i'm into fat chains, sex and tecs, fly new chicks and new kicks, heine's and beck's, it's like that ya'll. i neva stop ya'll. cause nasty nas got the ghetto hip hop ya'll, straight out of the bridge, it's real and any day could be your last in the jungle, get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble, the corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals, who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners, yo. you beta get it on time kid. star razor under my tongue. and near my gums, when i'm not strapped. i'll blow just before you cock your glocc back, touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while i'm speaking, cause shit that i be freaking, gives me papers, while i'm sleeping. g, i walk around mega hard, like wateva god. you could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred, i light the marijuana smoke, and chicks, and posers that i'm smoking with, could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless, i leave your brain stuck, giving hoes a plain fuck, they call me nasty, but i'm not with the strange stuff, when i'm drunk, i stagger right and lyrics with a dagger, next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a. lefted struck, now whose next up. i murder, send me to san quentin and i'm lynching niggas. word up, a sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing. no. matter the cell blocknas will be named king, i slaughter. drinking head rock. fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder, to all the scramblers, be careful, goin hand in, hand, cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, word to mother