Listen to Blaze a 50 by Nas

Blaze a 50

Nas

R&B/Soul

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Jon Shriver
Jon Shriver
Recording Engineer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer

Lyrics

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get cake at She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers It's easy to hit the pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips Givin' head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin' Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin' P-11's, ACP shells for blastin' Caught him with his Spanish maid He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence His maid cried, "No," lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo 12.5 million, he kept his funds In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I thought, "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight The same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet a-gain... Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air 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 with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to death
Writer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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