Desperados 2

[Intro: Nas]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this

[Hook: The Firm]
Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded
Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded

[Verse 1: Nas]
We bust guns, my mans bring coke through customs
Rock garments like Muslims speakin' with deep wisdoms
Fat ganja sack be the reason my lungs are black
It's tons of crack that made the pimp game fall off track
Horseback ride hoes, these black desperados
In 4-point-0's, blaze hydros with my compadres
Rock waves, cock J tre-o's
Gettin' facials and toes done
I rose one notch up, all Glocks up in hot tubs
Get my cock sucked, pop slugs out bathroom doors
Scan my bitch, fuckin' with me, hoes pull on cancer sticks
Dressed in AX and Verso
?Murson Halo?, gimme head, gimme dough
Platinum triple times, keep nickel nines
Simple crime equal hard times, ask big Divine, biddin' since '79
He sent me a vine, he told me get mine
No dig, so numb, coconut rum
Plottin', kill bitches with the dick then call Cochran
Passing Caz level, Daytona ice bezzle
You lay away, I take the day, flossing icicles
Who am I to trust? Pablo, he copped the pie from us
Your wifey's private lust, askin' me to tie her up
The fame and fortune got rappers put in early coffins
Niggas talkin' shit; broke, braggin' and pushin' Volkswagens
Sell ya tapes up at the Gabin, fake saggin'
You should've plotted with the cats who get paid retarded
420's ridin' past
Diamonds that cut glass, Firm get the paper then we dash

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Fuck that, I done held it back, fuck y'all
You moving too quick, don't press ya luck y'all
I swear ya chicks, have these rap cats thinking you rich
Iced it up, fronting in your girlfriend's whip
If you thorough like you say you is hoe, catch up!
Ain't no time for the slack up, my ones on the stack-up
Glittered up, rocks is kinda brolic now, give it up
B.K. everyday, don't hate shorty, live it up
Laced up and everything blazed up, cocksucker
It be the tuckers and the suckers that'll try to fuck ya
See me? I'm pretty slim-y on the 3D
Cop the Burgundy E, my nigga copped the 450
LX, now what the fuck you gon' tell us?
And how ya lame man be talking shit from a plain land
Watch this, I get my pussy licked on the tropics
Bare-chested, finnesed it with VVS'
Split mines, legally on the get mines
Straight jack moves, while ya crew wanna dickride
Hate on me 'cause you flopped it and I rocks this
Learn from your idol, ain't no stopping this
Got a little H-bag, everything in the mirages
Got these cats licking toes and giving massages
Bonita, Platinum Visa where the cars is
We all know the stars, and the shorty who's the largest
Caked up though, I'm G'd up, copping Jay trainos
Word life, I put that on my dick and my chips
Dipping in the Yukon with all the jewels on
Via Spiga boots on, Benz gotta move on
Bitch!

[Verse 3: Canibus]
At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggas keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggas is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear

[Verse 4: Nature]
What's the cause of this shit? More statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics
Malibu sand and gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And shows sympathy, just QB, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin', just obey your thirst
I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze then display a verse
For those concerned or just eager to learn, I speak for The Firm
When zonin', keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin' my riches, pass traditions like Olympics pass the torch
Flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts
I'm driftin', it's type ill wakin' up, lookin' like Phil
Twenty years younger, same hunger, same ice grill
Genetically, form grade A pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically, peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and Westerns, learnin' to connect through lessons
From Kufis to caps, niggas shoot back
It's a proven fact, '97's mine, y'all niggas move back

[Verse 5: AZ]
Yo, lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin', on your airwaves, keepin' it rockin'
Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up
Betcha tired bitch-ass niggas need to be caged up
So raze up, fuck the playin', I'm sick of layin'
I can picture sprayin' off an SK, shells ricochetin'
Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half-shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, see him crack up
React what? Who will bail two mill'?
Nigga, cool, still bet I'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept, black; cash rules
Incog', another homo, D’s involved
Known freeze, condo seize, seven keys dissolved
Daily routines, speakin' up for niggas who sling
Hand-to-hand on them street corners, claimin' you king
It's time to lock this, join with us, let your Glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggas dry snitch
Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south