Ugly – Nas
It’s ugly outside, it’s muggy, it’s money outside
One hundred and five Fahrenheit, thunderous skies
The clouds shape a clown face above where you reside
Under his eye, teardrop got the ugliest cry
They call my city Gotham City, opposite of pretty
Weatherman cannot predict bullets rainin’ from out the 50
It’s ugly outside, Big L’d be here if it wasn’t
Hell’ll freezе over the day it doesn’t gеt ugly out
How can we hug it out after we slugged it out?
We should be buying acres, adjusting each other’s crowns
That was your brother back then, how could you gun him down?
This what I live for, the inventor
The re-invention, I’m reincarnated, see what it hit for
Yo, even your mentor can get you sent for