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Loco-motive (ft. large professor)

by Nas

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[Intro]
42nd street terminal

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big moneyin´ to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothin´ is figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin´ to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin´ I´m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin´s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin´ your silence, passin´ ´round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I´ll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin´ ´bout niggas?
What we talkin´ ´bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker

[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin´ in public housin´
Integrity intact, reppin´ hard
They askin´ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin´, "Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin´"
To keep winnin´ is my way like Francis
As long as I´m breathin´, I´ll take chances
A soldier comin´ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin´ there´s no sense to cry and complain, just go ´head
So much to write and say, yo I don´t know where to start
So I´ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn´t even be smilin´, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein´ up down up, play with cash

[Break: Large Professor]
My nigga´s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ´em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain´t even supposed to be here
You know where you at?

[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin´ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin´ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin´, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin´
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin´
Lookin´ for the? young, but now we older chiefin´
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin´ on how his imagination was so sick
It´s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin´ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin´ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I´m here y´all

[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90´s niggas
For my trapped in the 90´s niggas
Ha, for y´all niggas
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