Lyrics Let 'Em Hang - Lake, Nas, V12

Let 'Em Hang

Uh, yea, it’s like that
They wanna know how nigga do it, you knowhati’masayin
I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit
Why I ain’t got that, you knowhati’msayin
Fuck nigga get on your job, nigga let your nuts hang beeitch
Check it out though
Yo, fools decompose they coffins, hoes creeping with bosses
No sleeping my fortunes breaking they thick thinking of loses
Taxes and IRS government gangstas
But I’m a scientist in love with big president faces
My residence changes from ghetto to acres
Aborting jealousy snake shit, can’t afford another felony lake bent
Driving them Porsche, niggaz saying Nas came through
With flying saucers, with some strange shoes on the tiring flossing
So now they know wanna offer 'em killing stick 'em and cost 'em
Catch him slipping, tripping get him for all his fortune
Sup with this Nas hatred, y’all can suck my dick
Got these niggaz wives naked making them fuck my fist
My mystique have the world froze
My physique got me dressed up in shell toes
Ingotalize, I inhale slow
I’m from out of town capsule some kind of portal
Spitting these rhyme at you like a ma-mortal
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y’all niggaz won’t (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB you going to get murdered (murdered)
You going to get murdered (murdered)
Saying old dudes jewel me, now salute me
I’ve grew more than they ever though I would be Having no pops to mourn me, just show me God didn’t plan for another man to control me You know me from busting my gun blood
Even up in north my cell smell like Christian Dior
Before I lost my case I had to gain mastered
Been had heart now my papers starting to match it I stack til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G
And sold 20's while I rap to beast
My wifey beef over my robberies
But they put my man in the L still on the armory
Loyal to the heritage, though I put 7 in it Dudes snaked me, word to Spanky, I never snitch
I put a bullet in your face 'fore I go to Jake
Rule number 1 out here, don’t fuck with Lake
Yo, yo, yo our guns are haunted with the ghost of body
Smoke 'em like we suppose to Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty
Told you, Bravehearted we appear when it’s on Light up your block like its day time, y’all niggaz be gone
So many niggaz that’s be pursuing Nas when they spot me They be jumping out of moving cars and landing on my Tims
I tell 'em be careful don’t damage the skin
Amateurs cram around with the hopes to get glance at the end
Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives
I’m wise cuz I realize that sounds is golden
Mourn shorties from cat shack who wrote to me Living through them back then was giving hope to me
I control many, being a flossiest, most notorious
Queensbridge extortionist
Love my hood no question, I’m gonna rep it But I’m not just a QB tenant, I’m the president