Favorite Nas Quotables :ahh:

[LogicFirst]

Nas---Soundtrack to the Streets

"My antidote to the dope, add drugs in the party
Pistol whippin' your body lyrical odyssey
Y'all ain't smoke real shyt 'less y'all smokin' with me
And y'all ain't heard real shyt 'til you heard it from me"

 

[CapFromMCU]

"When yall n!ggas fall and start makin 800-Collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall /
I'm on Times Square, New Years, with D!ck Clarke droppin the ball"



"Anything that's transported to New York /
gotta come thru the gates of either two airports /
Kennedy or Laguardia,
we come thru to body you..."


those aint his best but those are my favorites, probably got a million more though.

 

[Danny Up]

Always wanted fame, always wanted cash. To Live fast, get the girls with tha biggest ass. fukk a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5. Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive.

 

[Anti-Anime]

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

 

[Danny Up]

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks of us chillin' wit da old time clickHoldin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we riskHow it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shiftsJakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariestThey handcuff me, they knew my government and aliasVarious calls were made up for awarin' usThe D's in the marked vans and cabsIn our land, hoodrats get stabbed by nikkas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thorties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged outThug babies, famous in they strollersBefore they walk they knew the hood talkIt's in the air of New YorkSo everybody'll pick em up, kissin em upTreatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call homeFist fight till we grown and these guns come outCircle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

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[Broccoli Rob]

Frank tried to stop the bank lost about what a rollie cost, guzzled his drink and staggered off...

I still think he paints pictures on Shootouts that are unmatched.

 

[Danny Up]

Scared of me so they talk about family members, like i can't point out ya grandma to nikkas, damn you was my man like crew dog, don't make me turn ya body frame to blue fog, the Q is the borough of true dons any disrespect nikka we choose arms. will it be Gilmore or Crowe's? nikka act like you know.

 

[DaMostInfamous]

Nas got 19 wifey's, 7 sheisty, 9 of em pisces
3 white meats under tight cheese
Wildin, big links is heavy like weight
That u put on a pit bull neck while feeding him raw steak
Its gon take more cake
I took the crown off the so called king of the town and locked it down

 

[Vagina Thief]

DON'T: get with no young bytch and hit it
She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted

Nas the prophet talking about R.Kelly in this one...before the whole situation!

 

[Khalil's_Black_Excellence]

"Speedboats, three tokes and pass it
Grass lit, hitting slopes in Aspen
No coat, just an oath to stay thorough 'til we back to ashes
Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand
Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants
Remy in hand, we trying to tan, deal my cards with an honest hand
A modest man, aware of any counter-scam
Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms
Hottest girls flew from Rio
Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido
Sex so strong, without the E though
Hollow threats, we don't see those
Higher death toll whenever we roll
That process is pivotal
My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get at chu
Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house
‘Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out
Contemplating, there is no bond with Satan
Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin
For my hustlers, here's some motivation
He who has begun is half done, why you waiting?
I'm too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress
It's too much paper to rest, fukk around, you face death
I know some nikkas from Astoria
That'll cut your daughter up
Like I used to cut a quarter up
Making all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks
Kill all you fukks, easy
I be on the golf cart, sleepy
Y'all beneath me
Y'all be at the pawn shop, pawning watches
Obnoxious, can't stop us, we shottas
Say you killing Pablo? Impossible
Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best
Unfulfilled promises
I feel intelligence is my wealth
However, how enormous is Nas' pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers
See me at the Oscars, looking dreamy, hood opulent
Means esoteric, how I wore it
Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is
Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it's just
We be on that real shyt, luxury four-wheel shyt
nikkas acting thirst on some just-got-a-deal shyt
Ha, for that victory we will kill shyt
Get out the way, playboy, this is real shyt"

 

[Nefflum nigga]

Little children and elderly women run for their lives
Drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody dies,
Must be out my fukking mind, what is this, the hundredth time?
Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
You know the usual, death comes in threes
Life is short is what some nikka said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
Its funny how these black killer companies is making money off us
Fast food, colas, sodas skull and bone crosses

Science right there

 

[Zach Lowe]

 

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Street Dreams Remix:

Low profile rap style
slick as new now
give the crew pounds
every time we cover them grounds
still surviving but there's a few down
back in the essence
I'm asking questions on the phone
with jail adolescence
crying confession the system's supplying the pressure
my mind is guessing
Is living and dying a lesson
but not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag bytch
broke the average nikka's hopes to get mad rich
But what's the purpose
only the gods can watch the Earth twist
I'm physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.

 

[50CentStan]

"I made it out of these Queens streets, never slippin,
50 was right about Kelis, I should of listened"