The Message Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto 

Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though 

You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out 

Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 

96 ways I made out, Montana way 

The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray 

Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray 

A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay 

Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns 

Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring 

Yo let me let y'all niggas know one thing 

There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King 

The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen 

Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them 

Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum 

Ill sex adrenaline 

Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny 

Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it 

Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em 

Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs 

Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em 

Fucking me in the Benz wagon 

Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon 

Grab your gun it's on though 

Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight 

With the broke Mac it won't spray right 

Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit 

Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit 

Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit 

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"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" 

"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" 

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" 

"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" 

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" 

"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" 

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" 

"I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" 

I peeped you fronting, I was in the Jeep 

Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint 

Across the street you was wilding 

Talking bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine 

Laying up, playing the yard with crazy shine 

I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him 

What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time 

Dug em you owe me cousin something told me plug him 

So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb 

Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son 

Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come 

Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck 

I got stitched up and went through 

Left the hospital that same night, what 

Got my gat back, time to backtrack 

I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped 

Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by 

It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one 

That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily 

The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? 

So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours 

Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls 

Contemplating war niggas I was cool with before 

We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw 

But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes 

And best friends become strangers, word up 

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"Y'all know my steelo" 

"There ain't an army that could strike back" 

"Y'all know my steelo" 

"There ain't an army that could strike back" 

"Y'all know my steelo" 

"There ain't an army that could strike back" 

"Y'all know my steelo" 

"There ain't an army that could strike back"