Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen To Me, artist - Nas.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Listen To Me |
Uhh, Uhh, Where am I going? |
Where am I? |
Yo, it’s ill |
Yo my wife’s tired of fucking me |
Life tries ducking me |
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time |
Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in |
My left arm like Cristian |
Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in |
Wolves in the night yo, hells men |
Two revolvers I can let twelve spin |
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit |
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? |
My (?) to well |
Twisted blunts and inner conscience |
Telling me that I ain’t shit |
No matter how much cash I sit with |
Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness |
My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain |
To replenish my adolescent brain |
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane |
So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain |
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets |
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat |
Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive |
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is |
To maintain, bitches playin' games |
Niggas snitchin', I ain’t saying names |
But y’all niggas better watch how y’all slang |
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed |
I’m going too fast, highway patrol will just flash |
Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me |
Instead they speed ahead |
Yo nigga watch me |
I’m drunk by myself, gun under my seat |
I don’t want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef |
I’m a ride to the end of the road if I have to |
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to |
Steering wheel in my hand |
Trying to hold it steady |
Anything in my way is dead |
Cause that’s the way I feel, I am already |
When I’m drunk by myself alone in the zone |
Drunk by myself |
Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once |
Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts |
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves |
Can’t tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak’em up well |
Take them to hell |
Stick up niggas once ran up on me |
My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me |
I ain’t your mark homey |
It’s hard to look straight, my foot on the brake |
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes |
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision |
Think about the time in my life before I was in televison |
Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision |
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos |
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico |
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated |
Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me |
I hate it when I’m like this |
The bottle’s my accomplice |
The reason that I want to be alone |
Tired of all the things that went wrong |
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own |
Take another swigg |
The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts |
Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down |
Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through |
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true |
Or what to believe, that’s why I’m on the low lately |
Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again |
To keep my mind off that weak shit |
There’s love through it all, things to live for |
I swerve, almost crash into a wall |
Think about the good, find myself laughing |
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached |
Know I’m near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets |
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home |
Start feeling out of it, can’t wait to get out of this whip |
Bring my ass to the crib |
I’m tired… |