Trackmasters - Watch Dem n***as lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1: Nas] They never realized how real Nas is so decisive It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan features the freak sh**, my thesis On how we creep quick, f**ing your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory, see that p**y, they hand it to me I got no game it's just some b**hes understand my story There ain't no drama that my n***as never handle for me My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me Where the snakes put a smile on they face Hoping and praying I'm stuck Scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winking at some females cops with co*ked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to Wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking you The Mac inside the triple goose Face down on the floor's the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam Just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant [Hook x2: Nas and Foxy Brown] Watch dem n***as that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Verse 2: Nas] Now how can I perfect this? Living reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a d**h wish Jetting, checking my message on the speaker Bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt No seat belt, drinking and thinking My man caught a bad one son, n***as is frightened Secret indictments, as on to one seeking enlightment My Movado says seven, the God hour that's if you follow Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My 'f** tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] Some n***as watch you See you when you think you on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listening just bobbing your head Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself 'nobody's taking mine' At the same time your ho is getting snatched from behind Put in a van, where's the hundred grand, strippin' her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know You knew these n***as all your life What made them mark you victim You f**ed up somehwere down the line Now they had to target your Wisdom She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping Jump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin' ganja, get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder: shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out Coulda pa**ed out, your coke was gone, now you a**ed out Dead b**hes tell no lies, you should use your eyes [Hook]