Nas - 96 Freestyle lyrics

[Cormega](Nas) Ayo check this out son This is my man Nas Escobar And I go by the name of Cormega you know (you gonna get your self murdered) Yo check this out on the real son Anybody diss the Firm yo on the real yo I'm bringing it to you I ain't even saying the word Cause I ain't allowed to say it on the radio (any Firm members come out your mouth wrong) We keepin' it crazy real son on the real (violate the grand you get split in half) Son you gonna set it? set it son Matter of fact though [Nas] I peep you frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street you was wildin' Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine I co*ked a baby 9 that n***a grave be mine, clanked him What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin me my name, what the ugh I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had the drop so how the f** I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown cat's through, blazin at his crew I can't believe it achieve Yo Cormega whatever whatever whatever [Cormega] Pushin' a red lex With many screams inside the headsets So much beef, police surprised I ain't dead yet I keep red tech in the pa**enger seat To match their heat It's so real if I don't see you I'm splashing your beep It's on the kid Whoever gets his first It's going to kids dirt My soldiers be cold blooded vultures And cold blooded Yo on the street we control hundreds I drink polatas so all my people roll blunted Your man froze when I rolled up I symbolize d**h like a cobra Attacks your life here it's over Black you effed up Never should've messed up My black co*ks**er scared to die tough luck You know my steelo im like Al Pacino Yo Nas Escobar grab the mic and flex a bar [Nas] I'm in the black limo Jack Daniel through the crack window I spot the fake red dot his face like a Hindu Grab the symbol Show examples to make examples Essential amounts you owe to the fam crew Firm affiliation paper chasing Chip glossy rich pablo es cubano Sophisticano Yo blazing halos like shadow Yo n***a im the castro Im coming through on your wack crew What you gonna do Cormega pick the mic come through [Cormega] Ay yo I get mines Well enough to be considered big time My crew a chosen few legit minds Who live prime Shorty's on some fly stuff Admitted that can't resist mines Mahogany complexion Body probably dressed in My ill tommy hill collection When I be flexin', sketch it My selection of words are type effective When I rhyme words are verbalized remain present In mines, I'm like an with air macs nikes on Recite nice on mics strike like a python My gold chain with ice on lookin' trife on My Jacuzzi filled with tight warm relaxed lookin steaming Lounging like a falcon on a mountain top at Egypt Cats schemin when they see my rocks gleaming Mega shine forever rhyme wicked like a demon Where my charcoal, new balance a lot yo The narcs go knocked my man Marco His money was marked yo I regulate a sharp flow But in my life bucaso My mom died when I was five and never left my heart yo I symbolize rive alive n***as Ghetto's where I live Considered my rhyme the oasis Because rap was a desert And I helped minds escaped it Yo Nas link it up it's like an ill typed bracelet [Nas] Fake thug, no love You get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak cats get played out Get robbed and laid out Prostitute turned snitch I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range Empty out the ashtray A gla** of 'ze make a man Ca**ius Clay Red dot plots, thirty-two shots Ya'll n***as don't want none of this [Cormega] Ayo check it my man Joe Shan is downstairs My man Georgie is lounging downstairs My man Big Ice he lounging in Queensbridge And all you real cats know what time it is On the real all you crabs cats know the deal On the real all you crabs cats know the deal On the real all you crabs cats know the deal Now check the new verse Check the new verse it's ill Yo my millennium got people mind prisoner Pain digital wood brain material Rims spin sinister Grin like John Dillinger Iced out medallions my style will keep k**in' ya Misery and jealousy when you envision me I'm getting mines and still livin' on the strength of me You never bust nothin' or got ill touched nothin' My baby face ice grill I heard something for real In any cipher i'll serve em like a viper I go for mines like I go for time on Rikers Steelo like pacino benzino benz bilo we know People we dope like mafiaso like gambino Where Sergio Tacchinio took a jab in a casino I like sony cause they saw my man keeno Can't forget my home girl Faith Newman She be boomin' My people they representing Every percent in In my firm team We so ill our people burn cream Rhymes I design Can make your mind turn fiend I respect green I breath For keepin Queen regulatin' Nas be regulatin' Smoother type regulations Yo Escobar grab the mic just like you flex a car You know my style son we in here ye ye [Nas] Yo no doubt Cormega get in for the firm biz Straight out the bridge peace to my man Havoc You know what I'm saying I know you going through it right now baby Don't wet it though You gotta keep it going [Cormega] Keep it flowing like that Yo and to my man twin yo god bless your life Yo my man harry god bless your life Yo my man trip god bless you son It was an accident, you know it was an accident Life is real a lot of trife things be happening I love yall kids I love my whole mobb deep fam It's real like that you know life has tied me man Yo I lived the life of 62 pick ups Pumping on corners beat downs and stick ups Seeing events in which you have to stay silent Murder extortion and all types of violence Yo kids living a life ghetto heaven Selling cracks getting ready to attack with nines and mac elevens You know my style You can't stop what knocks me down Peace to AZ, Nas, and figure Foxy Brown My whole firm team is ill no doubt I can't forget the commissioner he's called Steve Stoute With the ill benz He rocks the ill dimes and ill rims You know my steelo I'm like Al Pacino God bless the life of my man nino [Nas] It's sort of like the conclusion to "Color Purple" Brothas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing n***as up in this movement to rule sh** Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung Where Brothas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia The cognac plurger plus the trees But whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze And got enough gold to rock ice in all hype Used to be a general but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers Astoria walls with cypress, but yo that's another subject I love teks let's get it off Yo what up what up [Cormega] Yo funkmaster flex you know I got the ill lex I wear my guests in apendix And cash my cheque in flesh sh** My man escobar be lighting a weed And I proceed with all the ill types of rhymes you need I'm not the new jack, or crew rack I'm like the next man Cormega, I just got signed to Def Jam My man Nas is down with me A lot of s**er rappers they can't diss me It's like that, you know it's like that We'll strike back Queensbridge style My mobb deep people is mad foul A juvenile delinquent wet your prequit I get my money numerous occasions It's frequent my man Ike Tried to avalanche ice watch You know my steelo Al Pacino Yo Escobar [Nas/Cormega] Escobar season Cormega 4 reason We with it what I'll stay high triple beamin Queensbridge