Live From The Bridge Lyrics

Live From The Bridge lyrics

f/ Nas







Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue



The Professional part two



Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that



Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the fuckin' world



Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,



Q.B. Braveheart nigga...







[Verse 1]



Was classified as the bastard who died



rumors say I came back alive with an axe 



and attacked niggas actin' like Nas



my passion is to capitalize



come through my hood you get jacked for your ride



catch you from the passengers side



my words turn the sea red 



like the eyes of a weed head



ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs



I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped



your soul go further up than astronauts



I talk it and live it



ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness



'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers



in Newyork I'm the realest



predicted by fortune tellers



sick with the talkin' methods



AK's, Berettas



my whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis



rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters



and ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us



nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us



Ugh!







[Verse 2]



When ya'll niggas fall 



and start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall



I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball



with Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing



princess cut chains



I bend bitches like bike frames



my tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning



I'll have her wearin' tight jeans



givin' nice brains in a white Range



pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame 



I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus



we flowin' to St. Thomas



jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds



matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches



even the paparazzi tries to peep us



disguised with dark shades and fake beards



a lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here



but I showed the tabloids bogus passports



I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy.







[Verse 3]



Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'



wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit



Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz



watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians



I hit it of course, I did it to floss



the last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross



Esco, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula



'cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her



I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula



pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor



'till I meet a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit



in return all she wants to do is drink the dick



Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos



stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos



a Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reload



we keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo