Nas - I'm a Villain [paroles]

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Nas - I'm a Villain

Paroles: I'm a Villain

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


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


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