Live From the Bridge(Feat. Nas) - DJ Clue

Aey yo this is Nas with my man DJ Clue
The professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake a** DJ's and sh*t like that
Straight outta Q B
All the way around the motherf**kin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' a**
Q B Braveheart ni**a
(Put it on)
Was classified as the bastard who died
Rumors say I came back alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas
My passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red like the eyes of a w**d head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than Astronauts
I talk it and live it
Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' like you
I'll gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the realest predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods AK's Berettas
My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Rammin' niggas like St Louis we dough getters
And ya'll niggas is losers nothin' f**kin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us
Uh
DJ Clue
This is star
Nas
Live from the Bridge
When ya'll niggas fall and start makin' 800 collect
Call commercials like Arsenio Hall
I'm on times square on New Years
With Dick Clark droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang doin' my thing
Princess cut chains I bend b**ches like bike frames
My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightnin'
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans
Givin' nice brains in a white Range
Pullin' up to club life turned her to a thug life
Damn I'm sayin' you rollin' with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St Thomas jewelry box full of stones
So I can change diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy
DJ Clue Nas
Live from the Bridge
2001
C'mon c'mon
Live from the Bridge cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most popular sh*t niggas knockin' my sh*t
Denali's fat designed rims 2000 S Benz
Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians
I hit it of course I did it to floss
The last Don doin' hits like Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss cash long niggas think I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a b**ch cold waxin' her
I leave my teeth marks in hoes
Scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a gangsta b**ch give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the dick
F**k street clothes we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts vest' up ni**a reload
We keep low hundred thousand bank ceelo