Loco-Motive (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. The Large Professor)

42nd street terminal Yo yo I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big money in most an uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic nothing’s figurative I can wish it into existence God want this nigga to live Blunt big as a dread I get high and forget who bled Who we stomp kicked in the head and who we left for dead Who are you niggas Why argue niggas the truth is the truth I really put my scars on niggas They wait a lifetime they tell they hoes Nas did this Pointin’ to they scars like Right here baby really Nas did this Like a badge of honor not braggin' I’m just honest War stories we tell them nothin’s realer than karma Sip prohibition liquor prohibition whiskey Rap Jack Demsey Matt Black Bentley pimply Shatterin’ your silence pass around the chalice Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with Fuck your ice I rock rubies amethyst I fuck your wife cause she a groupie scandalous This for my bad hood bitches ghetto glamorous Yo what we talkin’ ’bout niggas What we talkin’ ’bout niggas This is Nas what Nas What Nasty what recollect At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’ Integrity in tact reppin’ hard They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top Sayin' Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin' To keep winnin is my way like Francis As long as I’m breathin' I’ll take chances A soldier comin’ home twenty years old with no legs Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain just go ‘head So much to write and say yo I don’t know where to start So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece But my life been good since I started finding peace I shouldn’t even be smilin' I should be angry and depressed I been rich longer than I been broke I confess I started out broke got rich lost paper then made it back Like Trump bein’ up down up play with cash My nigga’s like a locomotive Nas we push it mush ‘em Queensbridge to Bushwick Harlem Bronx all that You ain’t even supposed to be out here You know where you at At night New York eat a slice too hot Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth Shit was Falicimo melted pot city sweltering hot Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot I was a crook by the train with that iron thing concealed Reachin’soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’ When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure Minor theif shit minor league shit beastin’ Lookin’ for the young but now we older chiefin’ In my truck play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick It’s ghetto beef sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies How dare I Must be somethin’ in the air that corrupts me Look at my upkeep owned and sublease I’m here y’all This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas For my trapped in the 90′s niggas Ha for y’all niggas