Artist: Nas Album: Life Is Good Song: Trust Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com * iTunes bonus track [Intro: Nas] It's like a cold story.. repeated over and over.. and the winter's on my mind Yea, this shit be real man.. Shit's crazy out here.. Yo-yo! Yo waddup y'all! That's my niggaz over there, word [Nas] If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is Is he gon' cock it and pop it? His waistband big But he don't have that thing in 'em, slangin just ain't in 'em Body language is off, he's soft But soft niggaz all a sudden start dumpin, frontin Cause he feel a way, my niggaz say the eyes is a giveaway One look could tell me if you really came to kill me Be the quiet nigga lookin, layin with the milli Who that over there creepin? Who homie by the tree? Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three Be a cold day in hell 'fore they creep on me It's a lesson every premonition Lotta niggaz killed cause they wasn't paying attention Listen [Chorus: Nas] I want a bitch I can trust, some niggaz I can trust Accountants lookin over my figures I can trust A lawyer that's fightin for my decisions I can trust Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust Goons that, know how to spot out a Judas I can trust And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for? Some of you niggaz true colors becomin clear more [Nas] It's been so long, can't remember how we begun this war This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm Cause guns went off, I see your moms she still speak She don't know, I ain't cool with her son no more It's old shit, seem forever we holdin this grudge Takes REAL men to squash beef, end it with hugs We buried our dead, been years, why should I worry 'bout him? Constantly watchin my back, plus niggaz tellin I dread another day I put a family in black, though I be calm and relaxed Though I know somehow it will come back Even if I'm in the right, cause still a life is a life What was it worth, to see you covered in dirt? It's quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted Mother's cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide, just tattoos of my niggaz names I wonder will it change, let's ride [Chorus] [Nas] It's rare I listen to niggaz who never been in my position A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions From the mind of a man who went at it with killers Sit down lil' man, let me school you with hood business Seen a lotta niggaz blow, lotta dreams folded Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated Ain't too much left to buy, bought it I’m loaded I guess, lear jets I ask myself, do I need love or success? They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best Cause his heart, bleed on his sleeve pain pistols and sex Remember spray paintin the word "fresh" and then starin at it Older folks angry, pointin, swearin at it Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it Same old man from years ago told me life is short So from infant to geriatric, trust your own judgment Live with it and love it [Chorus]