Tekster: Nas. Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities. Wanna Play (rough?).

Yo, the Lord is my shepherd, the sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin' that comes from the struggle
Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed
Another Mother loses a son

'Cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead, their ain't no awakenin'
So like once said life ain't for fakin'

Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? fuck waitin'
Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
When I aim, I ain't missin', master of assassination

I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves
With a chipped tooth is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew

Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'

Okay, you wanna play rough?
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
Okay yo, we could play rough

Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck?
I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
Ducked in they seat? Are they lookin' for me?

But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought
I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did?
May they rest in peace but while I'm alive I pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips

Put these niggas in boxes where they Moms and Pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat, back up in the street
Watch these niggas that's tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat

Empty every shell in their direction, it's you, I should've guessed it
Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
Now I'm'a take you off here, you don't know what you got into

Okay, you wanna play rough?
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
Okay yo, we could play rough

Walked in his house, smackin' him up, what you talkin' about?
He said, "shut-up nigga" Knocked him in his head with chrome
Never thought I'd be in his home
With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone

Fuckin' with me, you should've known
I'll have 'em write stupid nigga on your tombstone
What money can do, get you hit for less than a G
For threatenin' me

I'ma do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
Killin' you niggas with nothin'
Left him dead, engine runnin'
You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'

Look at your woman, anal ripped out, it's your fault
They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live

Shit like that, in case a nigga wanna strike back
I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
Niggas treat you like fam' and you on it like that?
Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats

Gettin' even's never wrong, it's only right to react
Eye for an eye 'cause the sweetest part is payback
Somebody kncokin', who dat? a cop man, let him in
And give that mothafucka one under the chin

Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds
The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
Don't explain, I put the pound on his head
Blew 'em before that I cant remember the last time I said
Okay, so we gonna play rough

Okay, you wanna play rough?
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
A thug changes and love changes
Okay yo, we could play rough