Smokin' Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim 

(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths) 

Pass that shit homey 

Now tell me what y'all smoking 

What kinda heat y'all holdin' 

Well is your creep move potent 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulging 

We got the plan in motion 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

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Zoom, from outer space he comes 

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun 

Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys 

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized 

What is his race nation or creed? 

Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they read 

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens 

Spit at judges, stepped on peasants 

But in reality, I just entered your galaxy 

September '73, up in these wild streets 

Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn) 

And my mystique got 'em tearing my clothes 

Now tell me what y'all smoking 

What kinda heat y'all holdin' 

Well is your creep move potent 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulginh 

We got the plan in motion 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

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My nigga smoke with one lung 

If he cough he might die, passing me trees 

The liquor bottle's almost empty 

We about to collide, with the enemy 

Only way you die if it's meant to be 

You fucking with a general 

No discussion is the principle we busting it's the end of you 

Now we knocking on your mama door 

Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war 

Death, angels coming for you 

Spirit horse running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 

Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon' win? 

The hands of time, or the hands of medicine 

Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake 

Walk by your casket, spit in your face 

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide 

And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas 

Now tell me what y'all smoking 

What kinda heat y'all holdin' 

Well is your creep move potent 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulging 

We got the plan in motion 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

Pardon but I gotta question of life now 

Look at the nigga next to you right now 

Is he real, fake or scared 

Do it like this niggas right hands in the air 

Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart 

Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start 

I shall, stay real stay true stay holding figures 

Never put a bitch over my niggas 

I shall never, cooperate with the law 

Never snake me I always hold you down in war 

If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs 

I never break the oath to the death I swear 

I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance 

Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science 

Of a nigga still yet to be found 

So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around) 

Now tell me what y'all smoking 

What kinda heat y'all holdin' 

Well is your creep move potent 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulging 

We got the plan in motion 

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon 

Want to get high, come smoke with me 

Smoke with me, light it up 

Want to get high, come smoke with me 

Smoke with me, light it up 

Want to get high, come smoke with me 

Smoke with me, light it up 

Want to get high, come smoke with me 

Smoke with me, light it up