Chords for Nas - Nasty (Explicit)

Y'all ready for Nas?
_ _ _ Queensbridge, y'all ready to see nasty [D#] Nas?
Uh-huh, we ready.
_ [B] Yeah.
_ _ _ Wow.
That's some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars.
Check it out.
Ayo, late night candlelight fiend with diesel in his needle.
Queensbridge leader, no equal.
I come from the will of Ezekiel.
To pop thousand dollar bottles of Scott, smoke pot [Bm] and heal a people.
Any rebuttal to what I [A#] uttered, good vibes cut a counter, many bad hunnies.
I slutted to high [B] number, name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under.
Who gets muddy but may fly, [Bm] yeah, I wonder.
[D] Nas blood has love when Nas pops up, stars get starstruck.
Panties start dripping, the waves of Carlito.
Blaze, torpedo cigars.
Drop flows, hoes, [Dm] drop flows, looting 13 freaks.
Women nice [B] size, I ride like Porsche, it's thick, brown and gorgeous.
It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons.
I brought the world crazy.
I'm richer than [Bm] Girl Frazy.
Pick up, convince them [A] all to praise me.
The ideology is confusion.
I lose [C#m] them, for lace me, you hate me, my gun off safety.
Since the tunnel escape key, my jury [D] in HD.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] Silent rage, pristine in my Venice shades.
I'm not in the winters of my life.
For the beginning stage, I am the dragon.
Maserati pumping, Biggie the Great legend.
Blasting them after the actress who played Faith Evers.
My little Jackie on Nas's dick.
I'm so high, I never land like Mike [C#] Jackson's clit.
Vest on 45, still cracking.
Rib sack, relentless.
Talk trash, pop a nasty kid.
Ass nasty, now I'm gross and repulsive.
Talk money as you joking.
Cash everywhere in my bank and the sofa and the walls and the claws.
And my wallet [B] in my pocket on the floors.
Ceilings, the safe bitch I got her.
You envy, but don't offend me.
I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for Bentley.
You are your car, what could represent me?
Too godly to be a Bugatti.
You honestly must design me something Tommy, my time at McQueen's had before [D] the night.
Drug dealer car, rush to the bar.
Move niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are.
Black car, heavy like a magnet.
In my stitched denims, pretty women see them sagging.
[Bm] Better hunt in stacks, niggas are running back.
Just having fun, I ain't even forgotten black.
Light another fronted sack.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Nasty kid.
[F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [N] _ The kid.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ Nasty kid.
[F#] _ You [Bm] are the hustler's [B] thickest yellow bitches for the suck of it.
Got a bunch of niggas in prison bragging, saying it was Nas I used to hustle with.
I display fascist while my lungs engage hasses.
Guns on my waist, past this.
I'm taking up, put funds in my safe laughing and joining the blunt class.
And you niggas are straight assing.
Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted.
I'm used to the new fans hearing me spit rapidly.
I never see the rich niggas be claiming they driving.
I guess entertainment means blatantly lying.
Fake it till you make it, I'll driven those toys.
Bending [F#] them walls, in the streets, cops kicking and [Bm] doors on my team, nigga.
Your flow [N] cheap as limousine liquor.
I'm no fake rap CD listener.
Sit back and roll a mean swisher.
For my G's, tell his clowns make room for the king, nigga.
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