The Foulness (Interlude)

[Intro: Nas]
Get the paper with Nature
Desert Storm
Firm biz, platinum
What the deal is?

[Verse 1: Nature]
We can take it back to block to all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q-train, playing the last stop
But regardless of rain or mad hot
It never mattered
Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me savage
For the love of it
'Til my death day, stay on some other shit
Pop duke, second nut, inherited his stubbornness
Skies are grayer, my whole clique dеspise the Mayor
With dreams to еxcel, politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
New Year's to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like 'em light, thin, and type psycho
Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should never bite the hand that feed ya

[Verse 2: Nas]
React like what? Clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, beef what?
I know some crews who go through cars like shoes
Some niggas make the news
Wild as animals, with sabretooth on the A-venues
And V-waves, same shit from my pops days to these days
And PJs, I concentrate on how the weave strays
Unlike the corpse of many, unfortunately
A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me
Iceberg, eyes blur
Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb'
We twist herb
Listen to rumors that this bitch heard
Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?'
Dozed off, clothes off
Hoping to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word up

[Break: Nas]
Gotta get this shit right, Nature
Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
The Firm is everywhere, what?
Bring it to the tables like this, baby boy
Bring it to the tables

[Verse 3: Nature]
Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured
God explain it, we rollers are the ones through endangered
Bitches are holding toast, I post bail during arraignment
24/7 have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular
I buy and bust, tussle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumping out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers
They swarmed with fortress, caught 'em hopping outta Corsica's
Niggas is folding, phony credential, Visa stolen
Can't even speak right, plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets like we righteously on stolen land
Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam
Forever roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
'Til my death day, forever fresh
Stay Firm, pushing G.S. threes
Who checking me? I call the play, you set the D
Fuck a ref, toe to toe, son, we hold it down successfully

[Outro: Nas (Nature)]
Just cooling in the place
(Word, put shit in their proper perceptive, god)
Driving fresh Benzes and Ranges
(Fucking faggot)
What you talking about, strung?
Yo only thing we strung out on is music
And you strung out on ours, motherfucker!
(To my man Black Ed, throughout the metro
Firm biz, '96)