Lyrical Breakdown of Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas feat. Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack, son)

For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt, son)

Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt, son)

For niggas don't know how to act

Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously

Havoc and PQueens niggas, so it seem to be

Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise

Mega got word back from Noreaga

The D.A. got video cassette tape of

The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper

Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up

Pig-tie they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles

I been through, crime shit my niggas into

Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin him too

JFK on our way to L.A

Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré

My crew do it the Mobb way, every day

Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me

Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli

Now undress, you know the drill-y

Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats

I have yet to met challenger who go against my set

Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette, 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

No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas 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, your clique's under pressure

Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser

Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped

Floatin' in a river wit' 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

Contamin', cut the party short 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

Niggas thinkin' shit sweet, I carry big heat

Wavy hair, chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep

Queens murder cliques meet

Yellow tape 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

Niggas' 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 nage à trois on Mount Airy 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' niggas in mausoleums

From Queens 'cross to Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em!

For niggas don't know how to act

To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(Live nigga rap)

For niggas don't know how to act

To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(Live nigga rap)

For niggas don't know how to act

To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack

Rest in peace to my niggas on they back

To all the niggas who bust gat

(If you's a live nigga)