Nas - Blood, New Version lyrics

Italiano motto Train like Cus D'Amato Guard your plant Recline low black milano Blessed God feelin kosher One in the top of the toaster ??? My nine is stuck in a holster Dump quick Chasing my dick Made a bum b**h rich Stalefish Heard she naked in jail flicks Mamacita Black widow turned to be a back seater Satin pillows a pimpstress in willow Cookin my blow and heads low Eye swellin The son of the grain I gotta split my wife's melon So I can see the seven seeds of my circumference Beaver lunged it Polishin pistols at the gunsmith Clever My mama told me take cheddar Buy slugs or d** whatever calculate better When cakes measured Lock the front door secure See the gleaming white crystal when its pure f** the snake hoes and jealous a** n***as That smash your Benz windows Detecting fake n***as signals Yo live n***as get it too Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to Bloodshot red eyes, high Yellow envelopes of lye Opening cigars let tobacco fly Kicks matchin my sh** my gun on Thinkin of names for my mans unborn Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves Put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints scream religious praise Heat grazed the baby yo Foul sh** made a welfare mom crazy More bodies drop by the ratio Paces flow Grisly thoughts for makin dough Haitian b**h cast a spell on my life for cash flow So now its on never wasted a slug Time is money When it comes to mine Take it in blood