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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-31
Subject : Nas - God's Son (Columbia,2002)
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INTRODUCTIONNas는 1973년 뉴욕의 Long Island에서 태어났다. 그의 아버지는 재즈뮤지션 이었는데, 그로 인해 음악을 많이 접한 그는 9살때 처음으로 랩을 시작했다. 1989년 프로듀서 Large Professor를 만나, 1991년 Main Source (K-Cut과 Sir Scratch, Large Professor으로 이루어졌다) 의 앨범인 Breaking Atoms의 "Live At The BBQ"라는 곡에 참여하였고, 이 곡으로 그의 이름이 알려지기 시작하였다. ....
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it *Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out **Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def ** Repeat * Repeat Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party All night long ('til when?) Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Rich Nice]
What's happenin brothers and sisters? Welcome to our time [Jessica Care Moore] Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin As the Earth rebels now womb swells The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit You can't find if you ain't never had it Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches I kiss my fourteen stitches Keep all my baby girl wishes I predict all the oceans turn dry Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers Wash your face between our legs While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills Ban all pink and yellow pills I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch Hate groups will be bombed Childbirth becomes outlawed Always will be branded numbered and barred All paper money is gone Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls Your sky has holes We know the young is old Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Nas]
To my niggas huh, We all we got, Let's hold it down though, why'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with, why'know? Yo [Chorus: Nas] It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out, is death or going broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, (but yo) this life is the only life I know {*echoes} [Nas] Gold bathtubs, making love to my Queen Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rolling up green Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine Closets, full of rockets and sub-machines Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dying Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealing with science My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they hear me say it Til they kid's on the phone saying, "Please daddy pay it" Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence It's strategic, how these niggas want you to think You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, coming out with your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico It's hard fucking with niggas you hope you can trust You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends wanting you stuck [Chorus] [Nas] Uh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He want to stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rolling wit you What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air? What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo' What's real, when you talk behind a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that? What's trust, when they separate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you, but you claiming he's fam'? What's trust, when you get bust, your niggas don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with em the next day? God forbid one of my niggas get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire But everybody's different, you won't know how you react Til you in that position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90 On your deathbed you regret being grimy What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse When he come home to catch another case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or prison Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya You getting older player, look at those who gave up [Chorus] |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year's, better rep, yeah Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, for each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys? But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm... Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Ill Will Nastrodamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Raise hope |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Chorus: x2]
Some of us have angels, the kingdom, the power Some of us have angels, the power, the glory Some of us have demons, greed, and lust Some of us have demons, lust, temptation [Nas] Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat A good nigga, you don't leave tracks A hood nigga wanting G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that You feel you need that, where the jooks at? These are your niggaz, creeping they be leaving niggas sleep with you Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official Sometime they grimy, speaking on they own people They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos Now these are your bitches, phoning lonely homey chickens All the homies stick em, you think you own em man listen She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen Put a root on you, next week they find you missing Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and Tumbled til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices Two sides of us, negative or positive [Chorus] [Nas] Now this is your mom, your good luck charm Pushing you to do no wrong, praying for you that you live long Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy In and out of jail, mom's screaming, "God take me!" This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him The man of the house, mom and pops seperating Spitting image of a gangster the way pop walked The way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies Turning into the things moms wanted you not to be Crime following the wrong dudes who have no values Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of Niggas around you make threats They tell you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament Even though your decision won't help you benefit [Chorus] [Nas] Now once again this is you, entertaining your desires Bitches money and guns, aiming and you fire Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feeding your seed Trying to eat? You form material needs The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off By sticking up niggas, make them take they jewels off His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers And any chance he get, he can take niggas He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is When he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me You are your worst enemy, my mom's words echo in my head And if I let go I'm dead He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit And now the body experience, so now I feel it Looking at my blessings, the bullets, that missed me could of hit me Them court cases could of put me in the penitentiary I never hate, that's just wasted energy The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery? The future, and time only reveals, what fear is False expectations, appearing real We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told And I will til permanently, my eyes are closed [Chorus] |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage The gutter's wild and every child watches Changin' top locks with ripped off hinges Doors kicked off, drunks stag off Smirnoff, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision blurry, cause buried deep in they mind are hidden stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era Finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood but no signs say out Mental slave-house where gats go off, I show off Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin' behind So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on [Chorus] Lookin' out of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo They lit it up, hit it up, *puff* Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9 Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York Hi Satan, United Nations quietly taken, to own your soul Take it or leave it, just my evaluation Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate But to stay awake, cause the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison To the gas left on this whole ma**, if we don't get it controlled fast Might as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune [Chorus] Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla She said "go and see the world for myself, and my brother Shafala" Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes Sang the rules, guitar strings he played smokin' his ? ? hat, picture this yo, seventies cat He wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework At night the windows were speakers, pumpin' life out A fight, people screamin' cause somebody pulled a knife out So I look at this poem, I'm hooked to this tune Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly But jail was ahead of me, ? Reading's what I should've done, cause my imagination would run I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs Yo, the hustlers and hoes, drugs and fo-fos This was the life of every kid, lookin' out project windows Oh, outta my window Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Starin out of, of my window Oh I, feel so tired Oh yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin' out my window, oh yeah Makes me, feel so tired Outta my window, out my project window Lord I feel, uninspired |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
And as a special treat this evening
I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*} [Nas] Yo.. Yo.. yo.. Power and crime, the thugs slingin powder and dimes Twenties of D, is yo' niggaz wilder than mine? My niggaz bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards for they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers I'm like Lou Cabrasi, Vito's best hit-man That's "Godfather" shit, back seat, next lit plans Revolvers spit, I'm too tough to bargain with And you don't want the God to pull up the cars that's sick Arms and wrists is lit up, Queensbridge Kings Plaques awards applause when I do my thing Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray with stains of blood and germ and piss all day Come on the ave, get sized up, plus appraised Duck and pray that my guns dont' bust your way Niggaz with names, livin off reputation Sometimes gotta remind you ain't nothin changin {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him"} Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) If you ill come get me, cause I ain't runnin If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunnin Come get me if you real, cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war 1 - and I'm well prepared 2 - we can take it there [Nas] You don't like me clown? Now you wanna take me down? If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt Your crew knew I blew up, I been shinin - baseball diamonds Dick rings for your chicklings Niggaz know what my nine pearl handle's about Fuck you say girlie mouth? Get it krunk like the Dirty South And I know you see me flossed out, multi-milli-i Hear your bitch talk about me, you give her the cold eye? Girls dig you, imagine what she feel for me? You make hot songs, but she know you steal from me Who ill as me? I wild on haters in album three Next level - I take y'all niggaz to 3-D Can't find a nigga shook from Queens I'll be with the most grimy killers (what nigga) and they all look clean who put bombs underneath cars, if you want beef then start Your next stop is to the graveyard Chorus [Nas] You too feminine to kill again, jail got you soft You talk but you scared to go back up North Keep your face twisted, but you don't really want nuttin Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop frontin You don't wanna flip again, and sell drugs again Be on the run again, catch you at the Comfort Inn Shoot up your door, bust in on you and your whore Put y'all in bags, clean the blood off of the floor So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line I got nines, every color shape and design I sent killers every race to put one in your spine Two in your ear, get your crew, who do I fear? Nobody never get involved and none of em dyin I think like you do, roll with about two irons Catch me flyin, high in the aircraft winin - and dinin, you die, then we laugh, you bitch-ass ?? to gauze up, your stab wounds While I'm gettin head, in a Lear jet, bathroom With all my goons, all my ice, and suitcases full of paper, not money it's bank statements The Illmatic that explains how we rock Yachts and co-ops, we buy the hood and sell you a block Chorus {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*} {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.."} {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.."} |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin every motherfucker outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand At the same time everybody ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor Then we shot some more Niggas he was with 2 niggas hit, one nigga fell One tryed to run, go get him son Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes...... Chorus (3X) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what.. (whispering) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder [Nas] Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet 6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringin the bell, where in the hell Could they be at, I'm about to leave Steppin' slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them bitches go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smile Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them hoes Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam blam Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the hoes, took all they doe Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky Comin down the stairs Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain Took his shit, emptied out close range... Chorus (4X) (3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.) |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Nas] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broker than a dope bitch Powerful mind we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin [Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How can I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds we brave men I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones Wanna be the heat you feel makin ya moan Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con I'm gonna kill something Rap cats be real frontin Fuck shootin legs Cock back put his brains on the pave Nigga how bout that Close range with the gadge get payed First rapper to shoot off stage Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book A twenty four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside Better slide before you get bodied outside (Chorus) [Nas] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful mind we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin [Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds we brave men I blow smoke and keep sayin [Nas] I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter If the court paroal ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you You'll always be my property nigga stay legal (Chorus) |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Havoc] Yo.. Dunn you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747 Dunn you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Unconditional love showin Yo, yo, yo, yo Forty decide, on the First side right [Prodigy] Me and my Dunns come from the slums You can't take the slums out my Dunns and that's how it is, that's how we live Sometimes I find myself wearin the same shit for days not carin, bout what they gon' think or say I got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what) Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs You got a lot of nerve, puttin out them songs knowin that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm" Silent wars or we silence the fours Half P and I's got it in the smash for sure Now it's movies and soundtracks This is where your career stop at [Nas] Aiyyo I drink to that I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me You ballet? They read your obituary, in front your family You should idolize Nas in the flesh Don't wait til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt We shot hoops with coathangers, got loot with dopeslangers Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit Bought weight from rosters, travel hot routes O.T. commute back and forth Tell shorty get that package off Fuck bein trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit Caught a case then I beat the shit Theives on the block flash badges, nylon jackets Big white boys with guns yellin, "Freeze black kids!" Got my niggaz in the pen, eatin octopus Wishin they was on the blocks with us to watch me and P do it (uh) put the heat to it (uh) Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music and think deep to it, now who the truest? [Mobb Deep] Yo.. Dunn you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747 Dunn you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Unconditional love showin Yo you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Unconditional love showin Are you fam to me, and only fam to me that can get that close to me Keep it type strong [Prodigy] Dirty fingernails, reachin in my pocket pullin knots out I daydream of better days, in different ways out this lifestyle we live, iced out with the big fifth That's why the burnt leather lean to the left Even though we gained cash on fish I'm trapped on reason bein we ain't all rich And I'ma be that same nigga for the door And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash We get stacks, you do the math We pound niggaz out, walk away and laugh Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus kid Rap niggaz shit they drawers [Nas] Yo they probably did I aircondition y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this Your highness, Q-Boro's finest Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up Feelin like you down on your luck Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library Appeal the game, all eyes on me Restrained from, bein looked at, as uncivilized We epitomize thug song, y'all niggaz get mad Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style no heart and no look, shook Get stole on, my niggaz move right in the moonlight Y'all niggaz get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue We too official, blue steel pistols Teflon vests, it's no contest we hit you [Mobb Deep] Dunn you fam to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Unconditional love showin Yo, yo, yo, yo Forty decide, Forty-First side right Yeah youknahmsayin? Not for nuttin baby Knahmsayin wanna give a shout out to my peoples YouknowhatImean? Gamble, Ill Will Killa Black, my brother It's never gonna be another Word up.. Yeah, you know how we do things |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Nas]
Uhh.. Uh.. speak without thinkin.. speak without speakin.. huh.. Feel without reachin, uhh That's what it's about It's about that, inner, inner love, yaknawmean? Chorus: Nas God love us hood niggaz (I know) Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz (I know) and the killers, God love us good niggaz (I know) Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggaz (I know) Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggaz (I know) Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz, uhh but he forgive us [Nas] He who has ears, let him hear And he who has sight, let him see He who has life, let him be See everything goes through change Those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know a thing Men are born soft and turn tough Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God I've been hurt, I've been marked for death, almost ripped apart by the beast but he missed his mark Alone in the dark my thoughts had sparked up when I saw my body on the floor, from above I watch it all Yo it came to me, the pain in me Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be It strangely seemed, like it was a dream but the si-rens had never woke me Only reason I'm here now is cause God chose me And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga But God love us hood niggaz Chorus [Nas] Day by day by day I sit back and pray My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage They pass away, they went off the casket way My gats will spray, but that won't bring em back today So long my crimies now gone for eternity The team we got left on the set, now turn to me Can't speak, tears in my eyes, revenge in my mind I ride past the church where they got his body and find they takin him to the hearse to put his body in dirt That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses Loadin clips up, countin bullets carefully For self, though it feels like, he was there for me Saw the enemy, I ate him, saw Jakes behind me They ain't knock me, it's obvious that God's watchin me Chorus [Nas] Jealousy in the hood, felonies in the hood Thugs wit guns become celebrities in the hood Yo it's beef in the hood, smoke trees in the hood Little girls have seeds by O.G.'s in the hood It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood You can choose if you would, coke to sniff Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees ex-cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood You can starve in the hood Your best friends'll fuck your baby moms in the hood But it's good in the hood I was raised in the hood Was taught how to walk and duck strays in the hood I stays in the hood Got my ways in the hood Learned to play ball closer to NBA, in the hood There's AIDS (uh) in the hood (WHAT?) Our lives are the worst, on top of that, we broke That's the main reason why God, love us the most Chorus 2X |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Where my real niggas at
Theres a lot of real niggas out there Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere Thats why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose [Hook (2)] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones that get killed It's wild where we walk kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Well known gangstas, in trust That we bust Your heart and soul lies with us Boldly go where we once took a nigga before Now the motha fucka beggin for more Its the reason Standin here shakin, hatin the haters They watchin my paper Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop Nigga standin there just like a cop Braveheart I'm screamin up the block Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect Plans connect The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck More jazz than Hornecek I blast and leave your corner wet Straight on top of ya Spittin like the trench coat mafia In a school yard we make it hard Was poppin yawl We made our change was stoppin yawl They spray your names rest in peace on the ?? wall [Hook (2)] I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause Cling them things in the ?? you betta get yours Time is runnin out Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep I miss the shit of days we did this Please free John Gotti They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody Drug wars is real You have no friends in the outfield Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 Can't die a broke man with a bitch thats fine My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin [Hook (2)] We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal Shots in your body make you see through Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas 25 to life, big never cry niggas Floss when they up north Chest gettin bigger Celebs on the V I respect that nigga Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor Come through on man gang like the predator If yawl wake I'll wet it up Jungle set it up The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what Ill will the label Bravehearts yawl scared of us Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid Don't even rep Q B You ain't got hood stripes Looters come through catch you frontin And its good night Know how much force this is Juggle horse and whiz Notin but horses kid We go to war for this [Hook (3)] |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
You're a big girl now
Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone wanna moan get your back blown out No more daddy's little girl You a big girl now in a world where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around You're a big girl now She's sexy she got it she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it No more daddy's little girl I need her I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace Get you hype when I lick it put it in your face Sipping red wine is it bedtime You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith I'm feeling richer today I can hit it then stay Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play We got champagne whipped cream I'ma grab a bucket of ice Bubble bath running and the candlelight feeling so right It's your night no stress no fight Mad at your excause his dough tight Never go right when you're with him Try your best to forget him Cause it's easy to please me CD skip when your head board hit the wall Call for the law Right when you cum I'm biting your tongue Make your legs cramp up you can't stand up You can hit a blunt if you want I'ma pull my pants up We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust Tell me what's the reason for us To love or to fuck I'm the thug that you want If it's gangster we can't front If you want me I can stay around If you need me I'm here for you How that sound Now it's up to you Depending on how you wanna get down Cause you're a big girl now You're a big girl now Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone wanna moan get your back blown out No more daddy's little girl You a big girl now in a world where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around You're a big girl now She's sexy she got it she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it No more daddy's little girl I need her I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba Got your name and your number in my cell phone Hear your voice and I wonder where you are if you all alone If you in a good mood if you not Or you thinking bout you was at my spot What we did when we got hot Is you dreaming you had me Is you creaming your panties Like a king fed me grapes and you fanned me On the couch to the floor to the bed to the sink And we ate each other like candy Under the covers two intimate lovers You fuck a nigga like you mad at me Throw the ass to me You should be glad to be In the presence of a real thug as bad as me While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard How I'm making my rod how I make you say Oh God Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas Gotta dodge all the blowjobs getting hard Cause you know how these girls are Wearing tight shit no panties no bra Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions Starting to get an erection Guessing only if you knew how your crew stressing Complexion chocolatey fondle me thinking it's time to leave I need time to breathe Wanna follow me Ironically You pop up throwing bottles at my Tahoe Like it's my fault But you don't wanna talk Don't wanna hear nothing all of a sudden You and the shorty start scuffing Now shorty dumping you out Can't let her get the best of you So I rescue you Only thing left to do was to grab her So you can jab her get a cheap shot You don't wanna feel chumped Now here the cops come So we gotta run to the ride Then we drive off through the traffic Don't panic but you know how we gotta manage Looking at your face And the damage in your facial Every angle can't let it faze you No reason to be insecure or immature Baby girl see the world is yours You're a big girl now Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone wanna moan get your back blown out No more daddy's little girl You a big girl now in a world where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around You're a big girl now She's sexy she got it she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it No more daddy's little girl I need her I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba You're a big girl now Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone wanna moan get your back blown out No more daddy's little girl You a big girl now in a world where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around You're a big girl now She's sexy she got it she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it No more daddy's little girl I need her I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world, It's a new world, it's a new world Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world Yo, celebrate the new life New ways to make money New ways to break dummies Forge they name and take money Computers ain't that smart Whatever man built could be taken apart Anything new can get old Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin gold solar-energized rides, no steering wheel, tell it how to drive No propellers in the sky Airplanes like many rockets Waitin lists for the rich to get tickets to visit Mars While the poor people starve, computers takin over they jobs A man's forced to live off land Now it's back to the caveman era When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin together The truth is, many are too scared of new data America Online, cut off, see you later (Hook) 2x Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin A new way to play, a new way a livin Cash is the past, a new way a spendin New life for man, children, and women Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome The new Don Trump is Bill Gates Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars takin pictures New hustlas gettin new street figures And US embassies overseas almost every foreign country's under seige Covertly startin wars, CIA, NAVY Seals Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's Oil in the earth spills Girls blow they body up, birth control pills African's pick diamonds out a dark caves Then we wear it on our necks just so we can light up the stage (Hook) Say goodbye to the brainwashed Say goodbye to the young kids who not smart Say goodbye to the toasters and Pop-Tarts Yo, it's real Swallow a little pill, there's a four-course meal Say hello to the one world Say hello to the sky, somethin's out there watchin you and I More enticin than Star Trek, StarTec phones Your genes and DNA is used to make clones You got CD-Rom, everythang operates by computers Then what happens when circuit breaks Y2K's the big scare Scientists say we ain't prepared What I feel is contrare Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes But now we request for your e-mail address I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways But nothin make me more happier than seein today (Hook) |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Uh it's real it's real
it's real Uh uh owe me back Uh shorty shorty what up Come on Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like it's money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again The don all the time with all the shine You small time I ball with mine Links minks Bentley it's all with mine My jams bump out to the borderline UK hot with it blew spots with it Every continent love when I spit it Corners to blocks even the cops feel it Brothas on lockdown on their cock feel it It's real in the field the Last Mohegan Who survived in the streets and did something decent Now I got plans to buy the whole hood Legit' now I ain't gotta lie to no judge I make hits now money I flip now Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now I lit up my neck pinkie and wrist now So girls everywhere this is how we get down Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Pay me back when you shake it again Play to win girls in the club moving I get'em real hot my songs seduce em I flow I'm so mysterious Nas and Nasty's the alias Everything platinum I glow Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do On top out the car lounge at the bar We spent a thou we wild look at how rowdy we are Feel like a million dollars feel me holler To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas Thugs and renta's to the playas and ballers Sexy mamas fly ladies lookin proper Look good enough to be taken shoppin Earrings bracelets now you rocking Your body's so nice that I give you this option Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent owe me back like you money I rent Pay me back when you shake it again shackles on your feet You owe me I think you owe me some You owe me The shackles on your feet You owe Nas I think you owe me some You owe Timbaland you owe me you know what you owe me Mack like Goldie it's the same story Let you hold something you spending it right Know where you gon be by the end of the night Make it bounce shake it move it around Wiggle it a little bit throw it to the south Fantasizing me inside and you riding Throw it like a stallion you wearin my medallion Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe owe Oh oh oh |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
[Jessica Care Moore] Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water My skin layered in diamonds and sage Left alone and confused, forces enslaved by days Time keeps on whorin us Ghetto saviors can't keep ignorin us Flowers and flames, flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red Her hair was half perm, half dread We gave up walking in a past-life and so we dance Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice Symbol of the drama yet to come - too late to run Time travelling was late Watching was a blind man's mistake All his assets melted right in front of his face His right leg drabbed with demon paste Shoes stayed angel laced Never count your blessings with haste Even a prophet can catch a case Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste Telepathically cutting through mental gates Words were weapons against their hate Shepherds search for stars in her hair Her chest grew fermented like yeast She broke her body like aged bread He gave her truth from all the books he'd read She wrote her poems inside the mud Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future Named their boys and spit truth inside his mouth Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly Resurrected from bones and dirt She made hard niggaz smile Left her seeds inside the Earth Gave hustlers and killers life's worth This is the life we chose, remember who was here first Find a reason why you curse Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose Sporting electronic nooses Hoeing humanity love-ticks over lust Despite the damage to destiny you can't take the best of me In God We Still Trust |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
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Yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped five niggaz, went to fo'quick when he went O.T, college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? New York, New York ("New York state of mind") New York, New York ("New York state of mind") You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean? New York state of mind baby, check it out I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T's runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin New York, New York New York, New York |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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