"Sinful Living" lyrics - NAS

Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin'
That attentive parental supervision, you should do the diction
Street chronicles, struggles and losses
Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state of mind you needed
By now you're weeded, bob your head, recline seated
And picture life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews
With sports cars and the iciest jewels
Y'all know the rules in this street life
By now the beast might release white
Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe
And shed light on, he put me right on to be an icon
'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon
The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me
Some chose a road, some niggas died, some was too choosy
At nighttime, it especially addresses me
Preferably around 10 when my weed cipher begin
We start buggin' on facts, half the facts, that's for sure
Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack and pour
Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together
Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever
Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions
And just in case you're snitchin', the safe's hidden
With these connivin' things, niggas make it too obvs to bring
Hatred to enterprisin' cream, advise your team to wiser schemes