Right Right
Check me out y'all

Nasty Nas in your area

About to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt  I take out my fronts
Then I start to front
Matter of fact  I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me
In the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X
Catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic  too much flavor  I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r
I'll pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when
I face the bass
40-side is the place that is
Giving me grace
Now wait  another dose
And you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head
I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'ma performer
Show the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas  why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid
When you rhyme  it's halftime

Right It's halftime

Right Aiyyo it's halftime

Right It's halftime
Right Yeah  it's about halftime
This is how it feel  check it out  how it feel
It's like that  you know it's like that
I got it hemmed
Now you never get the mic back
When I attack  there ain't an
Army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict
Who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes
I flex like sex
In your stereo sets
Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle
Now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young
I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels  wear jewels
Hope to never run it
With more kicks than a
Baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to
Grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps cause
I thought niggaz wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the f**kin man
I rap in front of more niggaz
Than in the slave ships
I used to watch C H I P S
Now I load glock clips
I got to have it  I miss Mr  Magic
Versatile  my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual  I'm an intellectual
Of rap  I'm a professional
And that's no question  yo
These are the lyrics of the man
You can't near it  understand
Cuz in the streets  I'm well known
Like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap  and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme  I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial

Niggaz say I'm wow

I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned  Nas  soon the real
Rap comes at halftime

Right It's halftime

Right Exhale  check it it's halftime

Right It's halftime
Right It's real in the field
Word life  check it

I got it goin on  even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon  I kick half the tune
And in the darkness
I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb  that's my word
I be slayin them fast
Doing this that and the third
But chill  past to Andre  and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay  and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Csudr when it's my time to go
I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
And biters can't come near
And yo  go to hell to the
Foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds
Don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change
More cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan
The island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down  enough props
Enough clout

I'll Will  rest in peace  yo  I'm out
Right It's still halftime

Right To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew
You know it's halftime

Right Ninety-two  it's halftime
Right Yo police  police man
Yo let's get ghost
Halftime

Right Yo  police man