Blaze a 50 - Nas

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley

of course wit me, this chick who’d make Bobby divorce Whitney

Brizilian candy, from Miami

massouse, wedding ring on, lovin Celine Dion

hate rap, told me where she get caked at shes a part time danca, part time romanca

tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers

modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree

33 recoverin from plastic surgery

went from 34B to 36 double D met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party

had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis

MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated

I was silked out, flossin wit stout, he had the gators

when she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders

a drunk whod fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers

its easy to get the pussy, just dont fall in love

next thing u know im hugged up wit this bitch in tha tub

Palm Springs, Al Capone’s Sweate washin her feet

is this love?

somebody’s wife fuckin a thug

hittin it raw, tastin it, wildin out on my charactor, tapin it Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years

pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs

millions, she would get, if his neck got slit

she rolled the equality, then passed the lye ta me told me bout her mans life insurance policy

he stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport

evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort

you can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear

chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere

so we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin

split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela, adaptin'

P-11's, A-C-P Shells for blastin

caught him wit his spanish maid, he had a liter wit a can of spray

burnin her legs, she tied to the bed

sex S and M, sadomasochistic

sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance

his maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold

naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London

goes to his wife and his children

yo i thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all i vision

all she’ll probably get is psychiatric supervision

I’ll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland

fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night

headed to Spain, nice game, now its back to where we meet again.

(reverse scratch)

Blaze a 50

sit back in a droptop Bezour Bently

of course wit me, this chick who’d make Bobby divorce Whitney

top down, nightmare, blow her hair

sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

took a blast, out of her coke bag

snorted it, started screamin yo we almost crashed!

earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass

her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

overwhelmed by greed, put to death