Nazareth Savage - Nas

I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum

Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum

Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days

In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze

I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke

That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off

The infrastructure caves in, amazin'

I ain’t have to read The Art of War to slay men

Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless

When their momma love the kid’s records I made

You gutless, you don’t know struggle

Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you

Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine

I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen

Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand

I’mma guide you like the OG, but don’t talk, don’t get it confused

Cause none of y’all can fit in my shoes

Y’all made of chemicals, artificial actions

God’ll forgive you bastards

Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage

I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?

Form a crew, swallow forty cal.

bullets after dinner’s finished

Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full of scrilla

Can’t come close to, Francis Coppola, Samson -- no Delilah

You’re pint-sized, I’m Mike’s eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it

You scared to look too long at, sit on a don’s lap

Tell you a story shorty, spicy like Lawry’s

Chickenheads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties

Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours

Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes

Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI’s to bag up my guys

Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage

You’re runnin' from the Nazareth Savage

Son’s back with flows, they say mine is very scary

Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies

And all of y’all wear that same aroma

How to blow on your eighth LP, I’ll show ya

You’re wack nigga, face it

In the history of the game, you have no placement

Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity

Or they couldn’t change with time, so now they run they mouth

But when the sun go south, them guns come out

My cavalry woulda been through ten in your skin

Casualty you don’t wanna be, don’t want it with me

Straight savage