Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Sex Drugs Money And Murder Lyrics

featuring Noreaga 

Nas talking: 

Yo Nore I just can't understand 

what be going through brothers minds man 

Know what I'm saying! 

You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way 

try to put him on the right way 

he don't wanna hear that though 

so you just gotta let a nigga go 

(Nas) 

Death followed'em 

before it swallowed'em whole 

it was signs he shoulda read 

that was inside of his soul 

niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long 

missa muthafucka, but still 

life goes on 

hope I'm rich on my last day 

clutching some ass, 

niggas say he came and went 

got a nut when he passed, an old man 

laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit 

screaming out FREEDOM 

when I slung to her chest 

after that chill, be a bitch wit a hex 

every nigga she sex, be the next 

put ta rest 

(Noreaga) 

Yo if you live, you a member in 85 

when it was just bats and knives, 

made men and made wives 

things changed, sell the Jetta, cop the Range 

sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple 

as a child had nemia wit out the sickle 

N-O-R-E, nore, grand markey 

always wanted to be in this game since Biz Markie 

we fuck it up what 

light dro, throw the chalk up 

ever since crack came in little capsules 

we control blocks, rock flat-tops 

had two spots, selling blue tops 

seeing Benni cop new rocks 

(Nas) 

Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs 

Queens out,smoke Cali budd 

feened out, my thoughts leak out 

I speak out, what's worth dying for 

freedom,respect or both 

what's worth ya tears 

being broke or when ya man get smoked 

it all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased 

instead of cry, more see, 

whoevers fly in the beef 

on the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased 

and you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep 

so when you kep slingin 

me myself, I do my thing in the streets 

since i was young I was anxious to eat 

(Noreaga) 

Yo since a young sibling 

had every flavor Timberland 

always had jumpshot, and always dribbling 

yo macarole, Jose lay 

like casserole, dolomite type 

the Jungle low, cut the China white 

come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars 

on straight flights while y'all catch connectors, 

if it was up to me 

the whole world would be comfortably 

since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up 

I think about y'all too much 

and be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, I got mine 

so WHAT WHAT 

(Nas) 

Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells 

swiss cheese you and cover it up like Rahswell, cartel 

yo ain't seen no iller regime 

the Stellarsteen profecy 

project warrior, owns property 

crack is hated, cops get jealous 

cause I stay wit 

the 98 temporary plates on my whip 

the system think its not right 

Arista could fuck a cops awife 

cause I'm on, televisi-on 

and live the pop life 

I rock mics, make mils 

soundscan sales, one point whatever records 

professionist skills, moneys the root of evil 

but it make you happy 

don't wanna shoot my people 

but still they might clap me 

cause I talk like Dr.Malacayork 

play the sidewalk, hold fort 

diamond plate chaiun, gold fort 

get in tune, rich like Ricky form Silver Spoon 

Frank Lopez crib, elevators and living rooms 

(Noreaga) 

A yo we still in Queens 

same place where we used to be 

most people don't see us 

cause we usually out touring 

leave the hood, now the hood boring 

NORE, you know me, we regulated 

straight from Iraq to QB, affilated 

it's like a Higher Learing 

from 99th street down to Vernon 

letting our heat burst burning 

like Henney wet, throwing up my set 

catch me on the Startek 

bout to set the connect 

Yo Sex,Drugs, Money and Murder 

beers and sex, Lands and Lex 

in the projects 

the fourth floor, where we score through our cooker 

D's shook up, hit the block 

now you looker! 

(Nas and Noreaga talking) 

NAS: It's like the battle will symbolize the war, 

and the war symbolize the winners of the battle, 

no what I mean, go at ya neck! 

Either you in it or you in the motherfucking way baby! 

NORE: Word up, we analate ya ass! 

NAS: Queens style, no what I'm saying! 

NORE: Ish me Allah da men a Raheem! 

NAS: Queens style, Brooklyn style! 

NORE: Went from selling cracks to making raps, 

to fucking hoodrats! 

NAS:Lefrak and QB!