Loco-motive Lyrics - Essential - Nas

42nd street terminal 

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it 

My religion is reefer 

Big money and the most 

Uninhibited freak to sleep with 

My visions are realistic 

Nothing is figurative 

I can wish it into existence 

God want this nigga to live 

Blunt big as a dread 

I get high and forget who bled 

Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead 

Who are you niggas 

Why argue niggas 

The truth is the truth 

I really put my scars on niggas 

They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this 

Pointing to they scars like 

Right here, baby, really Nas did this 

Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honest 

War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma 

Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey 

Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply 

Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice 

Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery 

Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with 

Fuck your ice 

I rock rubies, amethyst 

I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous 

This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous 

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Yo, what we talking bout niggas 

What we talking bout niggas 

This is Nas, what, Nas 

What, Nasty, what recollect fucker 

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing 

Integrity intact, repping hard 

They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top 

Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something 

To keep winning is my way like Francis 

As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances 

A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs 

Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go head 

So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start 

So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart 

I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece 

But my life been good since I started finding peace 

I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed 

I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess 

I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back 

Like Trump being up down up, play with cash 

Photos 

My nigga's like a locomotive 

Nas, we push it, mush 'em 

Queensbridge to Bushwick 

Harlem 

Bronx 

All that 

You ain't even supposed to be here 

You know where you at 

At night, New York, eat a slice too hot 

Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth 

Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot 

Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot 

I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed 

Reaching, soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching 

When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught 

Token man safe behind a locked door for sure 

Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting 

Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing 

In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick 

Bugging on how his imagination was so sick 

It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth 

Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies 

How dare I 

Must be, something in the air that corrupts me 

Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease 

I'm here y'all 

This for my trapped in the 90's niggas 

For my trapped in the 90's niggas 

Ha for y'all niggas