BigGong: I'm a Villain Lyrics

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>I'm a Villain Lyrics by Nas </CENTER> <CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>I'm the nigga walkin with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin I'm rollin with a mob and runnin from the cops Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks A marijuana addict, if niggas want static They had it, cause I flip just like a acrobatic I'm always on the corners rollin up Sess When I dress it's never nothin less than Guess So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back Love commitin sins and my friends sell crack I got it goin on, my knuckle game is strong Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on Army certified, keep a Rent-A-Ride Strippin mad hoes and kick em to the side See I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder Start a lot of shit and shoot at out of towners At every block party, I try to catch a body Or for props, till your pops call the cops See now I'm on the run, but still havin fun Livin by the Mac, my gear is all black I keep killin, because I'm ready and I'm willin And I'm a villian</CENTER> <CENTER>What? What? Wha-a-a-t?</CENTER> <CENTER>I got beef with the President and still lovin it Tryin to make plans to overthrow the government It won't work cause niggas don't believe enough They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff I'm runnin rich, you don't like the sound of this Rebel, but this country doesn't want me They'd rather hunt me, but they'd never catch us all Why you fuckin with the dealers while you're sticking up the malls? Full of anger, all about danger Pullin out my banger, stabbin up a stranger I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep I use a whole lot of slang when I speak Walkin with a vest, the projects is where I rest And the streets keep me stressed Staring at your face, waiting for you to make a sound That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up All in black, and put you in a box A hard rock with a .25 in my socks Aiming at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands I'm buckwild like Billy Van Danns Prince of pistolers, words are crystal clear And issues of fear The maniac keeps killing, I'm known as a outlaw Cause I'm a villain</CENTER> <CENTER>What? What? Wha-a-a-t?</CENTER> <CENTER>I keep pullin tricks out the barrels of a Magnum Put em to sleep and leave the Doc to tag them A outlaw, although I never wear a holster In every county you see my face that's on a poster Hear so many gunshots my eardrums should pop I sight ya stop, I'm seeing mad niggas drop To the concrete, I got police puttin chalk on the street And this is done once a week I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 will I never play with a AK Because I'm fine with a .9 and if caught I'll do lesser time Sometimes you gotta plan shit, and understand it See I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin it I stay blooded I'm the project's most wanted My voice is like magic My cassette is the clip and your radio's the Automatic So when I'm in your town, 'duck down' I take fire whatever you desire But I'm on point you might miss Never fight this, should be sightless when I strike this So roll the dice, I'm stoppin a blimp It's ill how I got the pen droppin the ink No one can stop this Apocalypse Show your record player a method layer so run until you're Mayor Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer I'm the New York City slayer I play high post and then lay low Parlay slow I wear horns, not a halo And keep killin Cause I'm a villian </CENTER>

Nas - I'm a Villain Lyrics

I'm a Villain Lyrics by Nas I'm the nigga walkin with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger...

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