Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
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Tuesday, 29 January 2013
NaS - Halftime (complete with lyrics)
NaS - Halftime (complete with lyrics) Video Clips. Duration : 4.35 Mins.
Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
Sorry I cant get hold of the proper video. This is probably my favourite song ever. Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, I'm major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint' a damn thing gonna change I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right...(echos) X3 It's halftime... It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels hope to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an ...
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