Nas – Made You Look

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Nas and this music is titled ‘Made You Look’.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his Hip-Hop/Rap album which is titled “God’s Son” And was released on the year 2002.

Listen up below with full lyrics.

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Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts

Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts

Uh, now let’s get it all in perspective

For all y’all enjoyment, a song y’all can step with

Y’all appointed me to bring rap justice

But I ain’t Five-O, y’all know it’s Nas, yo

Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse

In a white tee lookin’ for wifey

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze

We can drive through the city no doubt

But don’t say my car’s topless, say the titties is out

Newness here’s the Anthem

Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with

Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with

Swing around like you stupid

King of the town? Yeah, I been that

You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at?

Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat

Rooftop like we bringing ’88 back

They shootin’, aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin’ big money, playboy your time’s up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin’, aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin’ big money, playboy your time’s up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

This ain’t rappin’, this is Street-Hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

My live niggas lit up the reefer

Trunk of the car, we got the street sweeper

Don’t start none, won’t be none

No reason for your mans to panic

You don’t want to see no ambulances

Knock a pimp’s drink down in his pimp cup

That’s the way you get Timberland’d up

Let the music defuse all the tension

Baller convention, free admission

Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift

Girls get close, you can feel where the tool’s kept

All my just comin’ homies, parolees

Get money, leave the beef alone slowly

Get out my face, you people so phony

Pull out my waist, the Eagle fo-forty

They shootin’, aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin’ big money, playboy your time’s up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin’, aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin’ big money, playboy your time’s up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts

Bravehearts

I see niggas runnin’, yo, my mood is real rude

I lay you out, show you what steel do

Mobsters don’t box, my pump shot obliges

Every invitation to fight you punk-asses

Like Pun said, “You ain’t even en mi clasa”

Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma

Ladies lookin’ for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too

Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love

Lemme feel how the head is

Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class

Mami reach in your bag, pass the fifth

I’m a leader, at last this a don you with

My 9s will spit, niggas loose consciousness