Nas - Don't Get Carried Away lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Doctor, yeah I think we got some sh** for 'em (FLIP-MODE!) Yeah I'mma rub these sticks together Check it, and start a bonfire [Hook: Busta Rhymes] And if you don't see it y'all n***as can't f** with our Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us Y'all get stupid - don't try to f** with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto an*lyze the sh** I'm seein when I sip Amaretto A lot of b**hes on the strip, struttin in they stilettos Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello See the n***as on the corner and I never forget it And I never regret it because I see how you get it Now because of you n***as, I'm a hustler n***a 'Gnac guzzler n***a, rip your jugular n***a In the night I become the type to love when it's dark Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head [Hook] [Nas] Ill Will, Flip-mooode! I'm the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter Martyr, Godfather, my entrance, your departure Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flow's Murcielago, ghostin' them narcos Toastin' the ways of the original Pablos Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist k**er lyricist, poetical tyrant Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bent My mind spray, my nine spray And freak styles like 3000 Andre To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot DRUGS, b*tch! I got what you want come and get what I got Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop I love to fold up a knot, love totin the Glock Helps me feel safer when n***as try to scheme on my plot Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock n***as know they p**y and struggle to pretend that they not Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop My hot sh**; bust a cannon have you run in your socks See we live on the edge, bang sh** with a sledgehammer Split up your head, k** a snitch for the feds Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril [Hook]