| Song | Live Nigga Rap |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | IT WAS WRITTEN |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Muchita | |
| *gun blast* | |
| [P] I shot the motherfucker back | |
| [H] Right out the ass son | |
| [P] For niggaz don't know how to act | |
| [H] What the deal son | |
| [P] I shot the motherfucker back | |
| [H] No doubt son | |
| [P] For niggaz don't know how to act | |
| [Prodigy] | |
| Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously | |
| Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be | |
| Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega | |
| Got word back from Noreaga | |
| The D.A. got video cassette taper | |
| The God with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper | |
| Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up | |
| Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles | |
| I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to | |
| Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too | |
| JFK on our way to L.A. | |
| Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara) | |
| My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday | |
| Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me | |
| Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look? | |
| Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y | |
| Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet | |
| to met challenger who go against my set | |
| Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on | |
| any character approach me | |
| I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny | |
| While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe | |
| Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet | |
| You pay about $5,000 a plate | |
| [Havoc] | |
| No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid | |
| The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib | |
| Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely | |
| It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me | |
| We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure | |
| Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser | |
| Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped | |
| (Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic) | |
| Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin | |
| QB represent fuck that, it can happen | |
| While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in | |
| Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin | |
| We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 | |
| Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of | |
| If I was you, then I would do what I have to | |
| But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you | |
| Then stepped off casually, naturally me | |
| [Nas] | |
| Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat | |
| Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep | |
| Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates | |
| Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait | |
| I escape into zones, that's irregular | |
| Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular | |
| Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world | |
| where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist | |
| Deep throats, they try to swallow this | |
| Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists | |
| I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone | |
| Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life | |
| I put my word on it | |
| Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it | |
| Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges | |
| We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is | |
| Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless | |
| Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit | |
| We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums | |
| From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em | |
| from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod | |
| Chorus: Prodigy (3X) | |
| For niggaz don't know how to act | |
| To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack | |
| Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back | |
| To all the niggaz who bust gats (live nigga rap) | |
| [H] If youse a live nigga |
| zuo ci : Jones, Muchita | |
| gun blast | |
| P I shot the motherfucker back | |
| H Right out the ass son | |
| P For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| H What the deal son | |
| P I shot the motherfucker back | |
| H No doubt son | |
| P For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| Prodigy | |
| Yo NYC, UNIverse, seriously | |
| Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be | |
| Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega | |
| Got word back from Noreaga | |
| The D. A. got video cassette taper | |
| The God with the GodUNow, pullin a caper | |
| Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up | |
| Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles | |
| I been through, crime shit my niggaz into | |
| Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too | |
| JFK on our way to L. A. | |
| Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre Barbara | |
| My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday | |
| Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me | |
| Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look? | |
| Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drilly | |
| Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet | |
| to met challenger who go against my set | |
| Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on | |
| any character approach me | |
| I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny | |
| While cat burglars tryin to sneak peep the recipe | |
| Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet | |
| You pay about 5, 000 a plate | |
| Havoc | |
| No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid | |
| The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib | |
| Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely | |
| It' s only me, and the gat that' s holdin me | |
| We got it locked beyond measure, the click' s under pressure | |
| Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser | |
| Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped | |
| Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic | |
| Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin | |
| QB represent fuck that, it can happen | |
| While you rappin, I' m busy tryin to sneak the gat in | |
| Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin | |
| We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 | |
| Bodyguard of somethin you don' t want a part of | |
| If I was you, then I would do what I have to | |
| But you ain' t me, you hesitated so I clapped you | |
| Then stepped off casually, naturally me | |
| Nas | |
| Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat | |
| Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep | |
| Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates | |
| Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait | |
| I escape into zones, that' s irregular | |
| Why debate on a phone, I' m solar cellular | |
| Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world | |
| where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist | |
| Deep throats, they try to swallow this | |
| Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists | |
| I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone | |
| Spot' s blown, guerilla ice on this killer' s life | |
| I put my word on it | |
| Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it | |
| Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges | |
| We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is | |
| Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless | |
| Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit | |
| We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums | |
| From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see ' em | |
| from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod | |
| Chorus: Prodigy 3X | |
| For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack | |
| Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back | |
| To all the niggaz who bust gats live nigga rap | |
| H If youse a live nigga |
| zuò cí : Jones, Muchita | |
| gun blast | |
| P I shot the motherfucker back | |
| H Right out the ass son | |
| P For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| H What the deal son | |
| P I shot the motherfucker back | |
| H No doubt son | |
| P For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| Prodigy | |
| Yo NYC, UNIverse, seriously | |
| Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be | |
| Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega | |
| Got word back from Noreaga | |
| The D. A. got video cassette taper | |
| The God with the GodUNow, pullin a caper | |
| Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up | |
| Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles | |
| I been through, crime shit my niggaz into | |
| Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too | |
| JFK on our way to L. A. | |
| Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre Barbara | |
| My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday | |
| Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me | |
| Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look? | |
| Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drilly | |
| Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet | |
| to met challenger who go against my set | |
| Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on | |
| any character approach me | |
| I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny | |
| While cat burglars tryin to sneak peep the recipe | |
| Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet | |
| You pay about 5, 000 a plate | |
| Havoc | |
| No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid | |
| The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib | |
| Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely | |
| It' s only me, and the gat that' s holdin me | |
| We got it locked beyond measure, the click' s under pressure | |
| Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser | |
| Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped | |
| Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic | |
| Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin | |
| QB represent fuck that, it can happen | |
| While you rappin, I' m busy tryin to sneak the gat in | |
| Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin | |
| We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 | |
| Bodyguard of somethin you don' t want a part of | |
| If I was you, then I would do what I have to | |
| But you ain' t me, you hesitated so I clapped you | |
| Then stepped off casually, naturally me | |
| Nas | |
| Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat | |
| Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep | |
| Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates | |
| Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait | |
| I escape into zones, that' s irregular | |
| Why debate on a phone, I' m solar cellular | |
| Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world | |
| where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist | |
| Deep throats, they try to swallow this | |
| Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists | |
| I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone | |
| Spot' s blown, guerilla ice on this killer' s life | |
| I put my word on it | |
| Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it | |
| Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges | |
| We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is | |
| Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless | |
| Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit | |
| We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums | |
| From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see ' em | |
| from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod | |
| Chorus: Prodigy 3X | |
| For niggaz don' t know how to act | |
| To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack | |
| Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back | |
| To all the niggaz who bust gats live nigga rap | |
| H If youse a live nigga |