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Suspect
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Nas
Nas
Vocals
Chuck Mangione
Chuck Mangione
Sampled Artist
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chuck Mangione
Chuck Mangione
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Nas
Executive Producer
Trackmasters
Trackmasters
Executive Producer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Mixing Engineer
Stoute
Stoute
Executive Producer

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"Yo, what up, dunn?" "Yo, son, what up?" "Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'? "Word?" "I gotta go see somethin' real qui- Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo" "Word? Right" "Yo, yo, son, man See them niggas right there, man?" "Yeah" "I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man These niggas are shoutin' at everythin', you know what I'm sayin'? Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo! Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo! Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo" It was a murder Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin' Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like, "Fuck!" Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tape's red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked" I puffed the lila, just before I hit the scene for realer I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His moms had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder That the street's designed to stop ya life clock, the beast'll time ya Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fail First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail Burstin', blastin' at you, forty cal' shells split your dry cell My niggas never snitch, why tell? We roll with no regrets, destinies, 50s and equities Queens'll be the death of me (death of me) To the suspect witness, "Don't come outside" You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Suspect witness, don't come outside (what?) You might get your shit pushed back tonight (get it) (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Dear God, I want the riches Money hungry, bitches infested Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness My crew dresses in vests-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica down, frames look petite Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker's psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses Don assassins, Armageddon The weddin' of a freak and a beat Seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, math we own Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of what a MAC is What you with? Lucci or drama? No sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect niggas, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Yeah, yeah It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized Mega live like the third world Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life, so I live by my word Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin' Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin', blaow! Queensbridge, boy! Once again, boy! Recognize, boy, recognize, stupid motherfuckers! Yeah, yeah, street educated, created Fly gangsta, Firm style AZ, what up, what up? Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge 'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down L.E.S. on a murder quest Yeah, yeah, y'all
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chuck Mangione Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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