Suspect Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

* 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 feller 

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 

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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 

Rolling 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 wetting 

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

Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the setting 

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 giving 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 

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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 *