Blaze a 50 lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : Blaze a 50
 
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour
Bentley.
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby
divorce Whitney.
Brizilian candy, from Miami.
massouse, wedding ring on, lovin Celine Dion.
hate rap, told me where she get caked at.
shes a part time danca, part time romanca.
tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta.
left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in
pampers.
modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree.
33 recoverin from plastic surgery.
went from 34B to 36 double D.
met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party.
had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated.
I was silked out, flossin wit stout, he had the
gators.
when she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las
Vegas.
Terrell said our mans a full back for the
Raiders.
a drunk whod fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the
papers.
its easy to get the pussy, just dont fall in
love.
next thing u know im hugged up wit this bitch in
tha tub.
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin her feet.
is this love? somebody's wife fuckin a thug.
hittin it raw, tastin it, wildin out on my
charactor, tapin it.
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she
knew me for years.
pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her
husbands affairs.
millions, she would get, if his neck got slit.
she rolled the equality, then passed the lye ta
me.
told me bout her mans life insurance policy.
he stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport.
evenings he drinks his wines on his private
resort.
you can take a man here goes the keys you can
slip in the rear.
chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere.
so we can make more money, then you could ever
see rappin.
split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela, adaptin'
P-11's, A-C-P Shells for blastin.
caught him wit his spanish maid, he had a liter
wit a can of spray.
burnin her legs, she tied to the bed.
sex S and M, sadomasochistic
sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out
exsistance.
his maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold.
naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo.
twelve point five million, he kept his funds in
the loines of London.
goes to his wife and his children.
yo i thought, what if shorty gets scared,
electric chairs all i vision.
all she'll probably get is psychiatric
supervision.
I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to
Switzerland.
fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next
flight the same night.
headed to Spain, nice game, now its back to where
we meet again...
[reverse scratch]
Blaze a 50
sit back in a droptop Bezour Bently.
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby
divorce Whitney.
top down, nightmare, blow her hair
sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon
stare.
fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about
the cash.
took a blast, out of her coke bag.
snorted it, started screamin yo we almost
crashed!
earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit
crushed up glass.
her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she
fell asleep.
overwhelmed by greed, put to death.