[Nas]
  They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
  It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
  A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
  Food for thought or rather mind wine
  The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
  on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
  It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
  I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
  There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
  My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me
  where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck
  Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
  Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
  Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
  Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you
  The mag inside the triple goose
  Face down on the floors, the routine
  Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
  Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps
  I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
    [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)]
    Watch dem niggas that be close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
    [Nas]
  Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
  livin reckless, die for my necklace
  Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
  Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
  Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
  CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
  No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
  My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
  Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
  My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
  traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
  My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
  Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato
    [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]
    Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Watch dem niggas that's close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
    [Nas]
  Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
  Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
  Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
  Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
  Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
  Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head
  Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine
  At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
  Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
  From all the ice, wouldn't you know -
  - you knew these niggaz all your life
  What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line
  now they had to target your Wisdom
  She took em to your place, straight to your safe
  You doubted it could happen sick of yappin
  Dump in your ride, headed to your side
  Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
  Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
  Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
  Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
    [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown]
    Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  (uhh)