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[Intro - Sample]
But that's the whole tragic point, my friends What would I do if I could suddenly feel? And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile I might lay back for a while Tell me what (what) what would I do If I could feel? [Verse One] I was young, I was surviving the times Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine Little Ray had an NXX, I was hoping I'm next Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain, Rest In Peace. Even though that night you flipped on us You warned us. If you came back and we still on the corners, We goners, moving on to Move your arm in your watch To another time on the block 'Cause this 40 Side Where they said Shorty rhyme Tragedy, he used to come through all the time I'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine That was my first crush, I bought my first mic I wrote my first verse, I was about nine I was about mine, fantasize house-buying Met Paul, he wore some big glasses Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived I was happy, just getting some answers I ain't even know what a record advance was I'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me Same girl then, right now's a groupie Back then, she was like the star in the movie Large jewelry and expensive Gucci Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me You see, every time Ra didn't show I get to record demos at attempts to blow I wonder could they tell, how did they know Sixteen years later, here I go [Surviving The Times lyrics on [Chorus] (sample) What would I do? x4 [Verse 2] I'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted Reef and Matty C offered me a little money Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper My boy MC Serch nevertheless Took me to Columbia, back then CBS Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam Could you picture Russell needing a check, man But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram Life is ill, again life's a movie Then, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion The rap world like, what's all this commotion Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting 20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then [Chorus] [Verse 3] Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh But back to the matter at hand 'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five Some cats didn't make it alive Dated some stars but respect their privacy Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver's seat Held myself down, just steering the wheel Here I am, completed my whole record deal [Chorus] [Outro] What would I do? If I could reach inside of me? And to know how it feels to say "I like what I see" |
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[Cee-Lo (Nas)]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.. (Uh-oh, yeah) [Nas] Mr. International The man centerfold women loathe Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls Craftiness, take a stab at it Don't ask if Nasty's back at it I don't run out of magic Popular, box-cutter flow Time is money; the watch cost dough Shaking the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life The money, hotties on each arm--It's on I party like a rap star, baby the facts are: the third time's a charm So meet me by the Eiffel Tour bring a bottle of Dom [Cee-Lo] I am here (I am here) This is the place (This is the place) The atmosphere of espionage at expensive tape And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face So I guess I'll just cut straight through the chase And before I could say the name of whom I came to see Someone suspicion then came to me I'm so close and I've come so far A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar I love to talk to you but I don't have the time She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime Ohh if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower But darling I have less than an hour (I have less than an hour) (I have less than an hour) Hmm Oh Funny how time flies when you're having fun (Nas: Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done [Nas] You on a winning streak You survived the killer streets Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet Number seven might get you to Heaven You break the bank, just might make you a legend It's after eleven, you playing against a poker face Genie eyes, light green, sipping on Bellini's You play your cards right, she'll let you touch She'll be a devil in disguise, lady incubus Better know who to trust She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs I'ma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em The crews do something new, inform me [Cee-Lo] (I have less than an hour) Oh time will wait baby (I have less than an hour) Ew oh ew hmm I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power And I only have an hour |
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard
When love comes to an end You may have found another That's when troubles just begin I've seen so much pain that comes with love Sometimes I wish I was blind His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end And every times when we were happy But some scars never mend I've got to leave you in the morning I'm on my knees, I cry for help But our love has long quit living Your heart for someone else These words they don't come easy Oh now they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end Oh it's so hard, baby, it's so hard When love comes to an end, it so hard His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 왔다 떠나면요 다른 사랑을 찾았을 수도 있어요 그러면 괴로움이 시작되죠 사랑과 함께 고통도 따라 오는 걸 난 수 없이 많이 보았어요 때로는 앞이 보이지 않았으면 해요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 떠난다는 말을 할 때마다 말이 차마 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑과 행복했던 시간이 끝에 다다르면요 하지만 아물지 않는 상처도 있어요 아침이면 당신을 떠나야 해요 난 무릎 꿇고 도움을 애걸하지만 우리 사랑은 오래 전에 생을 다했어요 당신의 마음은 다른 사람에게 있으니까요 이 말이 쉽게 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 내가 떠난다고 할 때마다 차마 말이 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 끝에 다다르면요 정말 힘들어요 사랑의 끝은 정말 힘들어요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 |
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Aiyyo wassup wassup
let's keep it real son Count this money yaknowhatI'msayin Aiyyo put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey you know how that go I'm sayin that's what this is all about right Clothes bankrolls and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin Yo then what man what Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real packin steel gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Droppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto instead of sayin fuck tommorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four matic that crack your whole cavity Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die |
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Yeah yeah aiyyo black it's time
Word it's time nigga Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M 16 see with the pen I'm extreme now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads tryin to sell some broken amps G Packs get off quick forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard the Mac 10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up told brothers Back up the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo my shit is stuck Try to cock it it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be So whatchu sayin It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners crews without guns are goners In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us Fo' fives and gauges Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster drinkin Moets holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks sewein up the blocks to sell rocks winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's my blend tape plays bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life rings flooded with stones homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me blamin us we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write is even tougher than dice I'm takin rappers to a new plateau through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the new york state of mind |
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Whattup kid I know shit is
rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you why don't your lady write you Told her she should visit that's when she got hyper Flippin talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah shorty don't care she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo guess who got shot in the dome piece Jerome's niece on her way home from Jones Beach it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega did you see 'em are y'all together If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest Say whassup to Herb Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what one love Dear Born you'll be out soon stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin on the crack heads stalking loud mouths is talking hold check out the story yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and now they run together what up son whatever since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels all these crab niggaz know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised time flies though incarcerated your mind I hate it when your mum cries it kinda wants to make me murder for real a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts written in school text books bibles et cetera Fuck a school lecture the lies get me vexeder So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay you may say I need the time alone to relax my dome no phone left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue or hdm hit with numbers from 8 to 10 a future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home nobody's helpin shorty doo wop Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops He said Nas niggaz could be bustin' off the roof so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres deuce He inhaled so deep shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack my army suit was black We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks I took an l when he passed it this little bastard keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit I had to school him told him don't let niggaz fool him 'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one Tough luck when niggaz are struck families fucked up could've cought your man but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen so take heed never bust up if the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above keep an eye out for jake shorty what one love |
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Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no. Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder feeling like life is over these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery they want us all gone eventually trooping out of state for a plate knowledge, if coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design your clothes lace in your click up with diamond roles Your people on the doe, no parole, no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some toughts for the mind I take a glince in to time, watch the glimp read the world is mine... Chorus: If I ruled the world, imagine that... I'd free all my sons, I love em love in baby... Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both shine... If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and times. Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo- saxon armani exchange the raines cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last brand new whips to craft now we laught in the hiller path The Viller house is for the crow how we do trees for breakfast dime sex as been streches So many years of depression make me vision, the better livin' type of place to raise kids in Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul but I'm as wise is the whole 'oul plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click rollin' trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilise every savage gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage Political prisonner set free, stress free no work release purple and threes and jet skiis feel the wimp breeze in west indies I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies, it sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Atika send em to africa. Chorus (X2) And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in hand we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live and worry, duck kinda car see teach mendatory runnin' from Jake getting chased hunger for papes These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state way, I had to let Marine we carry weight Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camber Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich still nobody want a nigga have a shit If I rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit I push a cue 4-5 and finish it wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony Strickly living a long longevety to the distany I tought I'd never see but, reality struck |
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Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings Chorus [Nas] From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this Chorus [Nas] Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me up, givin a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out Chorus 2X |
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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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Yo, all I need is one mic,
one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, f uck gettin hit! This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sent from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic.. yeah All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world - |
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[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah) You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yo'self a gun [Nas] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So... [Chorus] I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) [Verse 1] My, first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a barber's preciseness; Bravehearted for life It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me "God's Son", with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh [Chorus 2x] |
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*shotgun blast*
*old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit' Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back [Chorus: Nas] They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 2: Nas] This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot My live niggaz lit up the reefer Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music diffuse all the tension Ball or convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty [Chorus] *thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots* [Verse 3: Nas] I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk hazas Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa" Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love Lemme feel how the head is Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest *record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella* And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit' My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness |
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I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person Gotta astrung when I heard when Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath Cause she smells of corrosion and death Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again This is for grown looking girls who's only ten The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right Begging different women for a place to sleep at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music Be, be, 'fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys It was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young Prince thats when you get your wedding ring Your man is saying "She's my queen" Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music |
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Right Right
Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt I take out my fronts Then I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin the Jungle Fever King poetic too much flavor I'm major Atlanta ain't Braver I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head I wear chains that excite the feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'ma performer show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Aiyyo it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Yeah it's about halftime It's like that you know it's like that I got it hemmed now you never get the mic back When I attack there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes I flex like sex in your stereo sets Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels wear jewels hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in eighty three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch CHIPS now I load glock clips I got to have it I miss Mr Magic Versatile my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question yo These are the lyrics of the man you can't near it understand Cuz in the streets I'm well known like to he number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned Nas soon the real rap comes at halftime Right It's halftime Right Exhale check it it's halftime Right It's halftime Right check it I got it goin on even flip em on this song Every afternoon I kick half the tune And in the darkness I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb that's my word I be slayin them fast doing this that and the third But chill past to Andre and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee Puttin hits on 5 0 Csudr when it's my time to go I wait for God wit the fo fo And biters can't come near And yo go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhattan the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and The Boogie Down enough props enough clout I'll Will rest in peace yo I'm out Right It's still halftime Right To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew you know it's halftime Right Ninety two it's halftime Right Yo police police man yo let's get ghost Halftime |
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[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murderedm the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin large, takin it light Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X) "Nas is like life or death.. my rep.." "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." "No doubt.." [Nas] "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is Chorus [Nas] "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now.. Chorus |
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[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |