Letra de Loco-Motive (Feat. The Large Professor) - Nas

[Intro]
42nd street terminal

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing�s 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 wait a 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 Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin� your silence, pass around 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 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,

[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin� in public housin�
Integrity in tact, 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
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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

[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 out 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 Falicimo, 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 theif 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