Smokin' - Nas

To the Gods, to the Earths

Pass that shit homie

Now tell me what y’all smokin'

What kinda heat y’all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent?

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

Zoom, from outer space he comes

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun

Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized

What is his race, nation, or creed?

Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens

Spit at judges, stepped on peasants

But in reality, I just entered your galaxy

September '73, up in these wild streets

Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)

And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes

Now tell me what y’all smokin'

What kinda heat y’all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent?

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

My nigga smoke with one lung

If he cough he might die, passin' me trees

The liquor bottle’s almost empty

We about to collide, with the enemy

Only way you die if it’s meant to be

You fuckin' with a general

No discussion is the principle we bust and it’s the end of you

Now we knockin' on your mama door

Like we came to fix the sink;

my kind of war

Death, angels coming for you

Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2

Paramedics fightin' for you, who’s gon' win?

The hands of time, or the hands of medicine

Don’t cry, witness your fate, this is your wake

Walk by your casket, spit in your face

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide

And when you’re gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y’all smokin'

What kinda heat y’all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent?

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

Pardon but I gotta question of life now

Look at the nigga next to you right now

Is he real, fake or scared?

Do it like this niggas right hands in the air

Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart

Now let’s say it all together let the ceremony start

«I shall — stay real, stay true, stay holdin' figures

Never put a bitch over my niggas

I shall never, cooperate with the law

Never snake me I always hold you down in war

If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs

I never break the oath to the death I swear»

I swear that’s how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance

Of underworlds killers and thugs, though the science

Of a nigga still yet to be found

So light up some green, and pass it around, pass it around

Now tell me what y’all smokin'

What kinda heat y’all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent?

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggas c’mon

Wanna get high, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, light it up

Damn, nigga, take this weed, I’m 'bout to go over to my bitch house,

get my fuck on, nigga!

Y’all niggas stay up!

Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga…