Nah Mean (feat. Nas)

Huh! Huh!
Tougher than concrete
Hey boy
Go get your juice
Watch it
Check it out!
Boom

You know what I mean? I dipped out a whole fourteen, you know what I mean?
And reloaded with an extra magazine, you know what I mean?
And messed up their housing scheme, you know what I mean?
A lot of them are moving sideways and leaning, you know what I mean?
Can’t roll through when I’m around, you know what I mean?
We don’t mess with their colonial regime, you know what I mean?
Ethiopians don’t mess with Mussolini, you know what I mean?
My queen’s gotta shine and come in, you know what I mean?
And jump on my big trampoline, you know what I mean?
And boost up her self-esteem, you know what I mean?
A lot of people wonder how my kitchen’s so clean, you know what I mean?
And which recipe’s steaming, you know what I mean?
The lyrics flow like a stream, you know what I mean?
Make you feel like you’re living in a dream, you know what I mean?
When it comes to the best, I’m the cream, you know what I mean?
When it comes to discipline, I’m the Dean, you know what I mean?
I’m tougher than a Hummer limousine, you know what I mean?
We’re stepping out fresh and clean, you know what I mean?
I burn the stinkiest green, you know what I mean?
Better listen up careful and keen, you know what I mean?
Puppa Nas is rocking and coming in, you know what I mean?

We celebrate like I finished probation, boy-boy
Crazy hair with no chaser, boy-boy
From my mouth, I can spit out a razor, boy-boy
Open up your face like your boy Roy in his prime
Eat food, dinnertime, Jr. Gong, pass the Guinness
Handle business, sipping black Velvet
Ladies never say goodbye, they’re with us
'Cause we arrive on the scene just like a high beam, you know what I mean?
Don’t let us have to make the 9 scream, you know what I mean?
At your racial policing regime, you know what I mean?
Spiritual like an Elohim, you know what I mean?
In a casino or a yacht, wherever I’m seen
My brothers and sisters are never forgotten, you know what I mean?
Don’t wanna hear about another soldier dropping, you know what I mean?
Another addict getting shot with the morphine
And the Feds are coming after my block, you know what I mean?
They’re wearing red from their shoes to their top, you know what I mean?
I wish all this violence would stop, you know what I mean?!

We don’t like the sound of sirens, you know what I mean?
And some boys are soft like ice cream, you know what I mean?
When a boy makes the Feds intervene, you know what I mean?
We send a boy to take care of him, you know what I mean?
Parabellum itching in their spleen, you know what I mean?
In Queens, gunmen reign supreme, you know what I mean?
The folks from Kingston are real fiends, you know what I mean?
The world’s just a big crime scene, you know what I mean?

Yo, yo, Mr. President (Yo, Mr. President)
What are you doing for my residents?
(What are you doing for my people?)
Yo, Mr. Minister (Mr. Minister)
Why you acting sinister, hey? (Hey)
Yo, yo, Mr. President (Yo, Mr. President)
What are you doing for my residents?
(What are you doing for my people?)
Yo, Mr. Minister (Mr. Minister)
Why you acting sinister?

Say I’m the real deal in a Rasta regime
Bush Bungalow is where I dwell with my queen
Trash to the bone in camouflage green
A lot of them can’t go the places we’ve been
A lot of them can’t see the sights that we’ve seen
That’s why their faces all twisted and lean, you know what I mean?
They better mind we kick it off clean, you know what I mean?
I’m a gangster just like Gambino, you know what I mean?
They can’t serve “Congo dread” court subpoenas, you know what I mean?
Who do you want to come convene, you know what I mean?
Attorney’s gotta be rocking and coming in, you know what I mean?
My pockets are green like Spirulina, you know what I mean?
I’m regular flying out and flying in, you know what I mean?
The stadium’s packed like sardines, you know what I mean?
Can’t catch my speed, a weakling needs caffeine, you know what I mean?
Running out of breath and antihistamines (you know what I mean?)
Wash over golds coming in like Listerine (you know what I mean?)
You think I’m lying, we’re tougher than Al Pacino (you know what I mean?)

It’s genocide, it’s a genocide
It’s a genocide, it’s a genocide
Fifth floor, cooking raw, had my own supply
'Cause of capitalist ways, that was back in the days
So now I rap, and it pays.