Villian - Nas

Whattup kid?

What going on Ill

I’m just tryna tell these brothers where I’m coming from

You know what I’m saying

Alright, kick it

I’m the nigga walking 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 testing

Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I’ll have niggas undressing

I’m rolling with a mob and running 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 an acrobatic

I’m always on the corners rolling up Sess

When I dress it’s never nothing less than Guess

So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back

Love committing sins and my friends sell crack

I got it going on, my knuckle game is strong

Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on

Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride

Stripping 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

All for props, tell your pops call the cops

See now I’m on the run, but still having fun

Living by the MAC, my gear is all black

I keep killing because I’m ready and I’m willing and I’m a villain

What?

What?

Wha-a-a-t?

I got beef with the President and still loving it

Trying 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

Around they wrist, you don’t like the sound of this

Rebel, but my country doesn’t want me

They’d rather hunt me but you’ll never catch us all

While you fucking with the dealers we’ll be sticking up the malls

Full of anger, all about danger

Pulling out my banger, stabbing up a stranger

I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep

And use a whole lot of slang when I speak

Walking with a vest, the projects is where I rest

And the streets keep me stressed

Staring at your face, wait 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 Bear and Ganz

Prince of pistoleers, words are crystal clear

And this you should fear

The maniac keeps killing, I’m known as a outlaw 'cause I’m a villain

I keep bullets racing out the barrels of a Magnum

Put 'em to sleep and leave the doctors to tag them

An outlaw, although I never wear a holster

In every town you see my face is on a poster

Hear so many gunshots my eardrums should pop

Eyesight should stop from seeing mad niggas drop

To the concrete, I got police putting 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 running it

I stay blunted, 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»

Or take fire, whatever you desire

But I’m on point you might miss

Never fight this, you’ll be sightless when I strike this

So roll the dice, I’m stopping the bank

It’s ill how I got the pen dropping the ink

No one can stop this apocalypse

On your record player a method layer so run and tell your Mayor

Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer

I’m the New York City slayer

I play high post and then lay low

Parlé slow and wear horns, not a halo

And keep killing 'cause I’m a villain