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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Why'all actin like some old folks why'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood [Chorus: x 2] "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, n****" [Nas] Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood [Chorus] [Nas] Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood [Chorus] "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Why'all actin like some old folks why'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood [Chorus: x 2] "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, n****" [Nas] Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood [Chorus] [Nas] Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood [Chorus] "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Why'all actin like some old folks why'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood [Chorus: x 2] "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, n****" [Nas] Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood [Chorus] [Nas] Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood [Chorus] "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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from Nas - Stillmatic (2001)
Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood *"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga" *Repeat Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night with young dudes it's them he wanna be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood *Repeat Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood *Repeat "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Verse 1: Nas]
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle [beat change] [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ The same regime, what God has built you never can break What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
[Verse 1: Nas]
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle [beat change] [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ The same regime, what God has built you never can break What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
[Verse 1: Nas]
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle [beat change] [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ The same regime, what God has built you never can break What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
[Verse 1: Nas]
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle [beat change] [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ The same regime, what God has built you never can break What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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from Nas - Street Dreams (1999)
This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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from Nas - Street Dreams (1999)
This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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from Nas - From Illmatic To Stillmatic The Remixes [ep] (2002)
This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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from Nas, Damian Marley - Distant Relatives (2010)
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Africa must wake up, the sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring, may a better day come, Yesterday we were kings, can you tell me young ones -- Who are we today? Yeah, now [Verse 1 - Nas (+ Damian Marley)] The black oasis, Ancient Africa the sacred The sleeping giant, science, art is your creation I dreamed that we could visit old Kemet Your history is too complex and rigid for some Western critics They want the whole subject diminished But Africa's the origin of all the world's religions We praise bridges that carried us over The battle fronts of Sudanic soldiers, the task put before us (Do you hear me now?) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Nas] Who are we today? The slums, diseases, AIDS We need that all to fade, we cannot be afraid So who are we today? We are the morning after, the makeshift youth, The slaveship captured, our diaspora is the final chapter The ancestral lineage built pyramids America's first immigrants, the kings and daughters from our waters The first architect, the first philosophers Astronomers, the first prophets and the doctors were us, us [Bridge - Damian Marley] Now can we all pray? Each in his own way, Teaching and learning, We can work it out We'll have a warm bed, We'll have some warm bread, Shelter from the storm dread, And we can work it out Mother nature feeds all, In farming and drought And though selfish in ways, not to share is out What's a tree without root? Lion without tooth? A lie without truth? You hear me out? [Chorus - x2, but the second one is: Africa must wake up, The sleeping sons of Jacob, What tomorrow may bring, May some more love come, Yesterday we were kings, I tell ya young bloods, The world is yours today...] [K'naan - African verse (??)] [Guitar/Instrumental break] [Nas - talking] We want to thank y'all, everybody out there This is Nas, Damian Marley Distant Relatives.. We're all distant relatives, no matter where you from, where you live How near or far... Africa, China, Japan, Afghanistan, Israel... We're all fam, we're all distant relatives So that's why we came together -- one of the reasons Why myself and Damian came together, 'Cause we all come from one place, and that's Africa That's right, you too. And you. The whole world! We're all family, we're just spread out all over the place So to all my distant relatives, let's take it back home! |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
*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... [Clean Version] (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)
*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 - Untitled (2008)
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its like waking up from a bad dream.. just to figure out you weren't dreaming in the first place.] [Verse One] If all I saw was gangsters Coming up as a youngster Pussy and money the only language I clung ta Claim ta, unrolled myself up to become one Ain't ya happy I chose rap I'm amongst tha Streets deceiving Can't believe my achievements Cultural strata Persona's that of a non-needer Because I don't need nada except for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my g's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come up a phoenix Caked up, tryna take what I'm eating Came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this Savvy mouth Wild, hardly A man's man Who woulda knew the beach houses and wild parties Jezebel's and Stella McCartney's For years, all that How could I not be dead This old German Said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder where I got my bread Probably all these stones he see From my shows overseas From crime to rhyme My stories is I'm from the home of the thieves [Verse Two] Blessed The lord is a g, he gotta be Who's the God of suckers and snitches The economy Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe Blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro He'd want me to spit this Only the strong survive Nas bear witness The hypocrisy is all I can see White cop acquitted for murder Black cop cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books And the whole race dichotomy Too many rappers, athletes, and actors But not enough niggas in NASA Who give you the latest dances, trends, and fashion But when it comes to residuals, they look past us Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us Even in white tee's, blue jeans, and red bandanas [Verse Three] Assassinations Diplomatic relations Killed indigenous people Built a new nation Involuntary labor Took a knife split a woman naval Took her premature baby Let her man see you rape her If I could travel to the 1700's I'd push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite Through your covenant Love to sit in on the Senate And tell the whole government Y'all don't treat women fair She read about herself in the bible Believing she the reason sin is here You played her, with an apron Like bring me my dinner, dear She the nigger here Ain't we in the free world Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls Barbarity, I'm in the double-R casually Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me How far we really from third world savagery When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that'll be |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
(feat. Kelis)
*Sample* Nas: "Political" Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially conscious and political rappers. It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way *Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America! |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Kelis)
*Sample* Nas: "Political" Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially conscious and political rappers. It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way *Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America! |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
(feat. Kelis)
*Sample* Nas: "Political" Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially conscious and political rappers. It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way *Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America! |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
(feat. Kelis)
*Sample* Nas: "Political" Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially conscious and political rappers. It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way *Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America! |
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from Nas, Damian Marley - As We Enter [single] (2010)
As we enter Come now we take you
on the biggest adventure Must be dementia that you ever thought You could touch our credentials what's the initials You be Jamrock the lyrical official Send out the order laws and the rituals Burn candles say prayers paint murals It is truth we big news we hood heroes Break past the anchor we come to conquer Man a badman we no play Willy Wonka And I got the guns I got the ganja And we could blaze it up on your block if you want to Or haze it up stash box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up Or get something that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us street intellectuals And I'm shrewd about decimals And my man'll speak Patois And I can speak rap star Y'all feel me even if it's in Swahili Or body Ghani Masuri Sana Switch up the language and move to Ghana Salute and honor real revolution rhymers Rhythm piranhas Like true Obamas unfold the drama Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Queens to Kingston Gunshot we use and govern the kingdom Rise of the Winston I can see the fear up in your eyes Realize you can die any instant And I can hear the sound of a voice When you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen Snitching I can see him pissing on hisself And he's wetting up his thighs and he trying to resist it Switching I can smell him digging up shit like a fly Come around and be persistent That's how you end up in a hitlist Ain't no bad man business No evidence Crime scene fingerprint less Flow effortless Casual like the weekends No pressure when We're comfy and decent We set this off beasting Hunting season And frankly speaking Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it |
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from Nas, Damian Marley - Distant Relatives (2010)
As we enter Come now we take you
on the biggest adventure Must be dementia that you ever thought You could touch our credentials what's the initials You be Jamrock the lyrical official Send out the order laws and the rituals Burn candles say prayers paint murals It is truth we big news we hood heroes Break past the anchor we come to conquer Man a badman we no play Willy Wonka And I got the guns I got the ganja And we could blaze it up on your block if you want to Or haze it up stash box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up Or get something that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us street intellectuals And I'm shrewd about decimals And my man'll speak Patois And I can speak rap star Y'all feel me even if it's in Swahili Or body Ghani Masuri Sana Switch up the language and move to Ghana Salute and honor real revolution rhymers Rhythm piranhas Like true Obamas unfold the drama Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Queens to Kingston Gunshot we use and govern the kingdom Rise of the Winston I can see the fear up in your eyes Realize you can die any instant And I can hear the sound of a voice When you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen Snitching I can see him pissing on hisself And he's wetting up his thighs and he trying to resist it Switching I can smell him digging up shit like a fly Come around and be persistent That's how you end up in a hitlist Ain't no bad man business No evidence Crime scene fingerprint less Flow effortless Casual like the weekends No pressure when We're comfy and decent We set this off beasting Hunting season And frankly speaking Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Word is out hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream murder out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it Tuck your chain we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it |
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from Santana 19집 - Guitar Heaven: The Greatest Guitar Classics Of All Time (2010)
Back in black
I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about Lookin' at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Back in the back Of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet I'm a power pack Yes, I'm in a band, with a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm back on the track And I'm beatin' the flack Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I'm just makin' my play Don't try to push your luck Just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Oh yeah Oh yeah Yes I am Hey yeah, yeah oh yeah Back in now Well I'm hey hey hey hey, I'm back Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey Back in black Yes I'm back in black Out of sight |
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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 - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
(Verse 1)
Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass on up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But her know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things (1st Chorus) I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things (Verse 2) When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! (1st Chorus) (Verse 3) I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that )From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gordy Good God (2nd Chorus) Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
(Verse 1)
Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass on up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But her know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things (1st Chorus) I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things (Verse 2) When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! (1st Chorus) (Verse 3) I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that )From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gordy Good God (2nd Chorus) Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
*click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed*
*phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit? [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where? [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at? [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! Chorus: JoJo Hailey Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree Chorus [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. *fades out* |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
And though it seems
heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World Change the World They Said And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World They forgot us on the block Got us in the box Solitary confinement How violent are these cops They need an early retirement How many rallies will I watch I ain't got it in me to march I got a semi to spark The game's in a drought Public housing projects Cooking up in the Pyrex My set my click Either getting money Or running from homicide trial That's if they ain't died yet Trying to be rich Still I'm pledging allegiance A predicate felon a ghetto leader Lending my poetical genius To whoever may need it I bleed this from Queensbridge Now living with my feet up Never defeated So a president's needed Y'know these colored folks and Negroes Hate to see one of their own succeeding America surprised us And let a black man guide us And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World Change the World They Said And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World What's the black pres thinkin' on election night Is it how can I protect my life Protect my wife Protect my rights Every other president was nothin' less than white Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood and Calvin coolers KKK is like 'what the fuck loadin' they guns up loadin' mine too Ready to ride Cause im ridin with my crew He dies we die too But on a positive side I think Obama provides Hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try and love one another so many political snakes We in need of a break Im thinkin' I can trust this brotha But will he keep it way real Every innocent ngga in jail gets out on appeal When he wins will he really care still I feel And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World Change the World They Said And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World Say a prayer for do we have to You ain't right Jeremiah Wrong pastor In love with a slave master Sincerely yours USA most brave rapper Jesse car jacker Uncle Tom kidnapper Ask around Bentley Coupe off the Richter Btch called life I pimped her What Politics politricks Klan shooter Deacon for defense Progress producer Nothing on the stove A survival booster Gotta do what we gotta do We ain't got no governors coming through to help anything we need done we gotta do for self New improved JFK on the way It ain't the 60s again Nggas ain't hippies again We ain't falling for the same traps Standing on the balconies Where they shot the King at McCain got apologies Ain't nobody hearing that People need honesty And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World Change the World They Said And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President And though it seems heaven sent we ain't ready to see a black President Yes We Can Change the World It is my distinct honor and privilege to introduce the next President of the United States Barack Obama |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
I know you can feel the
magic baby Turn the motherfuckin lights down Esco whuttup Whuttup homey I mean it's what you expected ain't it Let's go Turn the music up and the headphones Yea that's perfect we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker Make niggaz mad and shit like Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4 bars nigga go in Start dancin' in this motherfucker Yea niggaz come outta nowhere I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then Huddlin' over the oven we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had governin' who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album all good things Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang Thought it was all wood grain all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring should bling the game and I could It's kill or be killed how could I refrain And foreva be in debt that's never a good thing To the pressure for success can put a good strain On a friend you call best and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person even the good's insane Though we rehearsed it's just ain't the same When you put in the game at age sixteen Then you mix things like cars jewelry and miss things Jealousy ego and pride and this brings It all to a head like coin cha ching The rule of evil strikes again this could sting Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point This puts the ring in jeopardy until Liberty I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then I'm back in the hood they like Hey Nas Blowin' on purp' reflectin' on they lives Couple of fat cats couple of A I's Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies Gray 5's hate guys wishin' our reign dies Pitch sling pies and niggaz they sing why Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time Weak minds follow the street signs I'm standin' on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof bulletproof under my attire Could it be the forces of darkness against hood angels of good That forms street politics makes a sweet honest kid Turn illegal for commerce to get his feet out of them Converse That's my word I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Explicit Version] (2002)
Uhh Yo you believe when they say we ain't shit we can't grow All we are is dope dealers and gangstas and hoes And you believe when they be tellin you lie all on the media They make the world look crazy to keep you inside Why you listen when the teachers at school know you a young single parent out strugglin they think you a fool Give your kids bad grades and put em in dumber classes Killin shorty future I wonder how do we last it Underground in they casket Ancestors turnin I'm learnin somethin every day there is no Lazareth Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt you'll see the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin gettin high relaxin Envisionin ownin shit yo it can happen What do we own Not enough land not enough homes Not enough banks to give a brother a loan What do we own The skin on our backs we run and we ask for reperations then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old what about now So stop bein controlled we black zombies Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain fuck behind bars We've already gone insane They've already gave up cut our own heads offs Stab our own backs and dream too much without fulfillin reality too greedy and can't have one or two chains we need three of dem Can't have one or two guns without squeezin em on our own people and fuck black leaders cause whites ain't got none leadin them the rhythm is cosmic Nas is divinity the deity's prophetless All get down and get up Victims walkin round with Down's Syndrome all stuck Faintin shoutin catchin Holy Ghost in church Scared to do it for ourselves less we see somebody doin it first We begged we prayed petitioned and demostrated Just to make another generation black zombies Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies You scared to be yourself cause you in a trance Feel free hear the music and dance If you cared what they think why wear what they wear just for you Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews or from Israe bish'meal Allah el rachman el Rahim Islam's a beautiful thing And Christian and Rastafari helps us to bring peace against the darkness which is unGodly So what's the black man's true religion who should we follow Use your own intuition you are tommorrow that's the sound of the beast I'm a Columbia record slave so get paid Control your own destiny you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me I was a black zombie Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies Walkin talkin dead though we think we're livin black zombies We just copy cat followin the system black zombies Wake up Black zombies in a spell for more than fo hundred years Ghetto niggaz won't have it no mo can I get a witness Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it when you can do it yourself it's all in you do it do it Do it niggaz |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Clean Version] (2002)
Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teach |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes (2002)
Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teach |
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from Nas - Hate Me Now [single] (1999)
Blazin 50's<b></b>sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me<b></b>this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy<b></b>from Miami. massouse<b></b>wedding ring on<b></b>lovin Celine Dion. hate rap<b></b>told me where she get ca |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Explicit Version] (2002)
Blazin 50's, sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently. of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy, from Miami. massouse, wedding ring on, lovin Celine Dion. hate rap, told me where she get caked at. shes a part time danca, part time romanca. tryin to be a mother when she gets a chance ta. left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers. modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree. 33 recoverin from plastic surgery. went from 34B to 36 double D. met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party. had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis. MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated. I was silked out, flossin wit stout, he had the gators. when she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas. Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders. a drunk whod fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers. its easy to get the pussy, just dont fall in love. next thing u know im hugged up wit this bitch in tha tub. Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin her feet. is this love? or sombodys wife, fuckin a thug. hittin it raw, tastin it, wildin out on my charactor, tapin it. Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years. pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs. millions, she would get, if his neck got slit. she rolled the equality, then passed the lye ta me. told me bout her mans life insurance policy. he stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport. evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort. you can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear. chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere. so we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin. flip the cashin, move to Venezuala adaptin. P-11's, A-C-P Shells for blastin. caught him wit his spanish maid, he had a liter wit a can of spray. burnin her legs, she tied to the bed. sex S and M, saito masacistic. sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance. this maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold. naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo. twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London. goes to his wife and his children. yo i thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all i vision. all she'll probably get is psyciatric supervision. ill twist the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland. fake ID, gorgous wife named catch the next flight the same night. headed to Spain, nice game, now its back to where we meet again... ( reverse scratch ) blazin 50's. sit back in a droptop Bezour Bently. of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. top down, nightmare, blow her hair sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare. fast plane on the nine five, hunny laffs about tha cash. took a blast, out of her coke bag. snorted it, started screamin yo we almost crashed! earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass. her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep. overwhelmed by greed, put to death. |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Clean Version] (2002)
Blazin 50's<b></b>sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me<b></b>this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy<b></b>from Miami. massouse<b></b>wedding ring on<b></b>lovin Celine Dion. hate rap<b></b>told me where she get ca |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes (2002)
Blazin 50's<b></b>sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me<b></b>this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy<b></b>from Miami. massouse<b></b>wedding ring on<b></b>lovin Celine Dion. hate rap<b></b>told me where she get ca |
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from Kelis - Kelis Was Here (2006)
(Chorus:)
When he want it he blindfolds me Then I get sexy on him, get sexy on him, like (Repeat 2x) Told him what I like When he heat it up at night Made him stand behind my door and watch me (uh uh uh) And I couldn't believe the type He was saying all the right, Whispers gettin' mami right, I was (uh uh uh) So I had to get the ice Homie wanna fly the kite Had to show him what a pro I was (uh uh uh) I was headed for the light He refused to take a bite Till I put my blindfolders on I'm saying something like (Bridge:) You just taking it all, what's gon' be left for me I told you get it, but you're taking it all from me (Chorus:) When he want it he blindfolds me Then I get sexy on him, get sexy on him, like (Repeat 4x) Hold up Let me take this off Just to see where I can catch my breath at all. Hold up You got a pretty strong team Got somethin on the bench that Kelis ain't seen Hold up Why you treat me like that Bout the 3rd or 4th time you ain't had to do that Hold up Won't you let me cheat once And I promise you won't never make me keep this on (Bridge:) You just taking it all, what's gon' be left for me I told you get it, but you're taking it all from me (Chorus:) When he want it he blindfolds me Then I get sexy on him, get sexy on him, like (Repeat 4x) (Nas:) The last thing you get Is a blindfold and a cigarette You willing to bet Like an ocean cruise Mami, I'm so addictive How long I('ve) been stroking you gives you motion sickness Grant your wishes I leave you four senses Smelling, feeling, tasting, and hearing One minute I'm gone Next I'm reappearing The bed is the bentley I'm doing the steering I got your eyes in the veil With your hands all over my tattoos Like your reading the braile Like my wine With a spicy aftertaste Though you fine I like to cover up half your face If you blind and can't see What I'm bout to do The suspense so intense won't allow you to move Gonna surprise you Like Hugh Grant in 8 and a half weeks Kelis and Nasty (Bridge:) You just taking it all, what's gon' be left for me I told you get it, but you're taking it all from me (Chorus:) When he want it he blindfolds me Then I get sexy on him, get sexy on him, like (Repeat 8x) |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
I want the Langston Hughes
and Alex Haley got blazed before they told stories I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on tv today this man lost his son his son died So he had him cremated took his ashes and then made it to a Diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that while I sit here ashing in this ash tray The makin' of a mad band Intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose nigga whylin' Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close Phyllis Hyman Killed herself it was crazy mommy was bad they say Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony he swings As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy And will the money and fame out last me The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy Did I anything else you wanna know just wanna ask me Sam trusted Womack with his main lady He tossin' in the grave like this is how you repay me A change gon' come wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said no mountain's high enough fly stuff David Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell gave her concussions While the Funk Brothers was layin' down the percussion When Flo from the Surpremes died Diana Ross cried Many people said that she was laughin' inside As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy And will the money and fame out last me The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy Did I anything else you wanna know just wanna ask me John F Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery It interests me Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals She's what a temptress be The death of Ennis Cosby what a mystery Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington Someone is sabotaging them Watch out for the traps Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman Then he killed himself that's the end of Zapp And I wouldn't change a thing mistakes of the greats This is what came from their pain From their hurt we gain an unfair exchange I could smell old bogey cigars Long record perfumes smellin' just as sweet Me and my wife K flyin' in a drop top like Ruby and Ottis Davis baby Knaw'mean yo man I get smoked out and start thinkin' about Patty McDaniels got a Oscar for playin' Mami in Gone With The Wind And she didn't get allowed wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Could'ya couldn't go to premier to her joint they were strong back then man Blunt from my ash tray nothin' gon' to live past me |
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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy) |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy) |
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from Nas - God's Son [Explicit Version] (2002)
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy) |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Intro] (Nas)
Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Chorus] (Mary) Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 1] (Nas) I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club is righteous, tight with family Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties Ladies who's sexually free And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty Middle fingers up and say 'Fuck the world' Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Jungle) I pull in a V12 drop all red Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you Show you what your body made for, you're official You could be my baby mama lookin like that What you drink, champagne or Cognac What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like Jungle to always come thru Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB Put'em up... Repeat Chorus Party all night (Party all night) Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights) Party all night (Whachu wan' do?) Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...) [Verse 3] (Wiz) I'm blaze, haze for days Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid Mac out corner I got it's all laid Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin wit me A true BHG Wiz, not complex Chin checks if it get hectic Nigga Braveheart respected Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands up Repeat Chorus 2X |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Intro] (Nas)
Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Chorus] (Mary) Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 1] (Nas) I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club is righteous, tight with family Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties Ladies who's sexually free And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty Middle fingers up and say 'Fuck the world' Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Jungle) I pull in a V12 drop all red Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you Show you what your body made for, you're official You could be my baby mama lookin like that What you drink, champagne or Cognac What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like Jungle to always come thru Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB Put'em up... Repeat Chorus Party all night (Party all night) Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights) Party all night (Whachu wan' do?) Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...) [Verse 3] (Wiz) I'm blaze, haze for days Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid Mac out corner I got it's all laid Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin wit me A true BHG Wiz, not complex Chin checks if it get hectic Nigga Braveheart respected Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands up Repeat Chorus 2X |
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from Bravehearts - Bravehearted (2004)
(feat. Nas)
(chorus) Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart (repeat) (Verse 1) Yo' G,W,I,Z, Won't yall come fuck wit me While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check Stomp niggas out take respect Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump I sips on grey goose, smokin on tha blunt I fucks wit this broad she do what I want I fuck her real slow, she like when I pump I be on my block done, I do whats I want And an' nigga dat front, I do whats I want I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in tha street I mean I'm fuckin wit dem niggas dats ? and blaze when they ? shit, dats evident leavin no evidence, who you messin wit It's ill will and yall niggas ?, I shoot to kill They never saw me (chorus) Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart(tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart (repeat) (Verse 2) You could put on dat vest, I'ma shoot ya in tha head Won't aim for tha chest, Bet you won't survive Ten hollow tips out my crome fo' five I got to drop on you, element of surprise nigga what you wanna do, I really see dead people I got the nine millimeter, I could make ya face see-through Transparent, potholes in ya melon, damaged from tha ratchet Happens if u tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas only play defense, guns never spark in tha freight of my office Two us now put they body in tha garbage Yall niggas pussy we BraveHearted (chorus) Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart (repeat) (Verse 3) My name is ?, I come from the past Wit insects crawlin on me like I'm dead I don't eat I just fast, I don't beef I just ? Blood in my palm, I left tha cross only white nuns soaked up tha offerin, black ? ones dressed up like bush identical mass, I fuck 'em hard wit a sinister laugh Then puff on a cigar, like Tony Matana Me and Sony got problems, if I die they say I'm only a modist To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my ? you could be paid, the label puts you in my place I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis Jr Holdin a louie suitcase wit ? and ? chopped in pieces Now I'm locked up wit phsycos who eat they feces Call the Hearts break me out and I'll reveal deep secrets Bout the street shit dat yall so obsessed by I rep my niggas till tha death while tha rest slide Or rest die,Brave (chorus) Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em) Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart (repeat) |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up fuck the police Damn can't a nigga just breathe breathe breathe breathe Bravehearts still QB's Finest Grindin enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shinin You can see a nigga breathe breathe breathe breathe Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Cruise with the hammer Jealous hearted can't stand him Haters are scandalous Damn can't a nigga just breathe breathe breathe breathe To all my niggas getting money in the streets Middle fingers up fuck the police Light up my tress And I just breathe breathe breathe breathe I twist em Baby mama beat victim Chronic leaf hittin All kinds of heat with him wisdom From pot to piss in to high position Intense hustle is pain like a pinched muscle Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks Till I dodge enough shots And the presiding judge slams a mallot It's his life I'm a gwop Then I copp Then I yacht Then I dot Island hoppin away from nightmare holders Or cowboys slingers Who shoot up any club To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster Must be on X or he coked up Suggestin I post a bail I'm like yes cause we soldiers We just gettin older In time we still in our prime I can't afford a new arrest in my folder Nigga breathe breathe breathe breathe And America ya never be free Middle fingers us fuck the police Damn can't a nigga just breathe breathe breathe breathe Bravehearts still QB's Finest Grindin enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shinin You can see a nigga breathe breathe breathe breathe Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Cruise with the hammer Jealous hearted can't stand him Haters are scandalous Damn can't a nigga just breathe breathe breathe breathe To all my niggas getting money in the streets Middle fingers up fuck the police Light up my tress And I just breathe breathe breathe breathe I'm fresh out of city housing It had to many options Pennies on the pension or penitentiary bounded Plenty Henny in me Envy was simply they trend see My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me The high life the fly life Pierre Hardy imitation of Christ Icewear gaudy since 94 flossy The Lex was an excellent choice Now fast forward me The pestilence of the ghetto informed me As a shorty to push nothin less than a 740 With fresh linen Sip pellegrinos with airs on They sick mixing their water with airbourne Oh they so sick Look how I got them all crazy look at that You gotta let it out Stress ain't good man You gotta breathe breathe breathe breathe America we gotta be free Breathe breathe breathe Breathe breathe breathe Breathe breathe breathe Breathe breathe breathe |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Nas - Bridging The Gap [single] (2004)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Cadillac Records (캐딜락 레코드) [ost] (2008)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Cadillac Records (캐딜락 레코드) [ost] (2008)
[Nas]
"The light is there." [Olu Dara] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Nas] Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Super kids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara] Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Greatest man alive! [Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and oh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara] Greatest man? The great-greatest man alive [Nas] Hey, hey, hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Olu Dara (Nas)] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
There comes a day in your life
when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts have a cold one Brag to your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame 8 by 10's of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin with big names that could've made your career stop All that and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about Can't forget about you Can't forget about the old school Bam Cas Melle Mel Flash Rocksteady spinnin on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up rap hasn't been the same since So irregular how it messed you up when Mr T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry to win the game in the finals kid Some things are forever some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first make love When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm not history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Unforgettable unsubmittable I go by N now Just one syllable it's the end cause the game's tired It's the same vibe Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past enough of it aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me That's why darling it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 4 - It Takes Two PT 2 (2009)
There comes a day in your life
when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts have a cold one Brag to your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame 8 by 10's of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin with big names that could've made your career stop All that and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about Can't forget about you Can't forget about the old school Bam Cas Melle Mel Flash Rocksteady spinnin on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up rap hasn't been the same since So irregular how it messed you up when Mr T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry to win the game in the finals kid Some things are forever some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first make love When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm not history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Unforgettable unsubmittable I go by N now Just one syllable it's the end cause the game's tired It's the same vibe Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past enough of it aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me That's why darling it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
Yea niggaz want to
talk about this rap shit Niggaz want to talk about this money About these cars these homes these labels Clothes sneakers big money shit Now everybody tryin' to get rich Now get rich niggaz fuck it Some rap pioneers be them crackheads When they speak you see missin' teeth Silver chain with a silver piece Niggaz your grandfather's age They pants still hangin' down they legs talkin' about they ain't paid And they hate you 'cause they say you ain't pay dues And was stealin' and robbin' them I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve Hip Hop been dead we the reason it died Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss Deep rooted through slavery self hatred The Jewish stick together friends in high places We on some low level shit We don't want niggaz to ever win See everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal It's fucked up it all started from two turntables When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang sign madness I got an exam let's see if y'all pass it Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest Some of you new rappers I don't understand your code You have your man shoot you like in that Sopranos episode Do anythin' to get in the game mixtapes you spit hate Against bosses hungry fucks are moraless You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists Niggaz I coulda wrote your shit I had off time was bored wit this I coulda made my double LP just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus Still came five on the charts with zero audience The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit Y'all got awards for your bricks it got good to ya You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition Now niggaz got the studio poppin' it's mad clearer Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us The live in the park sound versus the studio state of art sound We on the charts now from British Walkers and Argyles Look at us rap stars now wit our black cars now Fortune 500 listed brunches sip Cipriani's Sippin' blunted with rich white guys around me Thick white girls around me Chinese lined up Because I'm what every dime lust We used to be a ghetto secret can't make my mind up If I want that or the whole world to peep it Now Carry On Tradition Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone we miss 'em I promise I Carry On Tradition When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition |
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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, Damian Marley - Distant Relatives (2010)
And I've got studios to write in (?)
And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting Furniture in my nesting But by force I'm suggesting Ya count your blessings I've got love and assurance I've got new health insurance And I've got strength and endurance So I count my blessings And give thanks to the master That through all the disaster We're still here together after Better count your blessings Cause yo this year, can't wait 'til it gets here 7/21/09, my first song will shine And it's amazing I'm about to be raisin' Another main man and like his dad they'll praise him And some will hate him, just cause we buildin' a nation Like Bob did with Damian The world will embrace him, girls'll chase him Forsee, they will not break him And when I'm not around, you look for God and thank him And I've got somewhere to dress for, And I've got no need to stress for And so I'll always put my best forth And count my blessings And they'll be no need for tissues 'Cause there will be no further issues If you got someone who miss you, Man, count your blessings. I've got love and assurance I've got new health insurance And I've got strength and endurance So I count my blessings And give thanks to the master That you are the disaster We're still here together after Better count your blessings You wishin' you were sittin' in the top position Picture perfect, nothing less 'cause you deserve it Without the Hermes, you'd have a hurtin' You knew that you was destined for greatness, for certain You see the over-zealous, they be thirstin', caught up in emotion You keepin' your composure like Gershwin Songs by Earth Wind keep you in the zone, writing verses So when your pocket's light, know that you have a heavy purpose We've got Sunday school and daycare We've got pension and welfare And though not all will play the game fair Still I count my blessings I've joy in abundance I've got life full of substance I've got meetings and functions So I count my blessings I've got something to live for I've got surplus to give more And we're all welcome through His door So I count my blessings And give thanks to the master That you are the disaster We're still here together after So I count my blessings I think you lookin' too hard for it With the double RR under your garage door Appreciate the things you work hard for Hey, count your blessings Count your blessings So don't be mad if you ain't fly y'all You got the means to reach the level I'm on You should know there's only one Nas y'all But count your blessings, count your blessings And I've got studios to voice in And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting Furniture in my nesting But by force I'm suggesting Ya count your blessings I've got love and assurance I've got new health insurance And I've got strength and endurance So I count my blessings And give thanks to the master That you are the disaster We're still here together after Better count your blessings |
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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
[Nas] One more time, one more time Huh, one more time, huh One more time I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you the pid Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding Past the milky way and all the planets There's something out there greater But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes But they lies though, that was part of our conversation I spark went up a star blazing Thinking of how amazing she was A angel gave me love I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz But mom you could never be replaced I'd give my life up Just to see you one more day To have... [Chorus] One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wish that I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace forever I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I could hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine April 7, 42 That's when the gates of heaven opened up for you to stroll threw Beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus finally got his bridge, mommy dance with em And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced They playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed Dreaming I could have [Chorus] I love you forever mom You will always live threw me ... always Huh, huh huh, yea |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
[Nas] One more time, one more time Huh, one more time, huh One more time I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you the pid Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding Past the milky way and all the planets There's something out there greater But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes But they lies though, that was part of our conversation I spark went up a star blazing Thinking of how amazing she was A angel gave me love I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz But mom you could never be replaced I'd give my life up Just to see you one more day To have... [Chorus] One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wish that I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace forever I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I could hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine April 7, 42 That's when the gates of heaven opened up for you to stroll threw Beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus finally got his bridge, mommy dance with em And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced They playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed Dreaming I could have [Chorus] I love you forever mom You will always live threw me ... always Huh, huh huh, yea |
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from Nas - God's Son [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Nas] One more time, one more time Huh, one more time, huh One more time I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you the pid Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding Past the milky way and all the planets There's something out there greater But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes But they lies though, that was part of our conversation I spark went up a star blazing Thinking of how amazing she was A angel gave me love I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz But mom you could never be replaced I'd give my life up Just to see you one more day To have... [Chorus] One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wish that I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace forever I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I could hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine April 7, 42 That's when the gates of heaven opened up for you to stroll threw Beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus finally got his bridge, mommy dance with em And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced They playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed Dreaming I could have [Chorus] I love you forever mom You will always live threw me ... always Huh, huh huh, yea |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded (repeat 2X) At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
This is a journey into the worlds most largest And notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First theres this arrogent fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin his cheddar Cory changed his name to ahh, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like? It's 'Mega Right, 'Mega was his name, sorry about that But its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap Always actin tough, a jokester be frontin He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin But that's Nas always looking out for breddren Cause when breddren don't return love it don't stress him Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack Def Jam mad that he signed the contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Makin silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid 'Mega for the record you could suck my dick! Bitch, you from around the way it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus x2) They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggaz kill it So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over (Nas) Since we on the subject of traders and flunkies Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B. Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say Man Nature moved to Marcy Back with ass niggaz in fear Fuck them niggaz go head with the progam man proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggaz let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, its just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus) (Nas) I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P how many times aint you shamed that Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back They dont respect you a checks due for me for your fame 'Mega I hope you blow so I'm sayin your name ('Mega, 'Mega) Hoes play your position cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want the crown - how that sound? Poor thing I'm representing Queensbridge U.S.A. Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say (Chorus) (Talking) The bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggaz From out your circle, you can't save everybody niggaz invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real And thats real, ayo Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or dont even rep this Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggaz is in the grind Where you be at man? niggaz be bucking Why you never bucking, where you be at man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin Nino Brown of the fuckin hood Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines Keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroyin and rebuildin That means the cowards get out and real niggaz stay niggaz been hatin me since I been nine Shinin with suede motherfuckin Bally's on and silks I'ma always be the young don Don't be like the niggaz on the other side Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggaz in Queensbridge You niggaz come up and get this money and move on baby Q.B. |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First theres this arrogent fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans Like and Big Trevor Trevors still locked up, Likes getting his cheddar Cory changed his name to arr, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat lookalike, its Mega Right Mega was his name sorry about that But its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing But thats Nas always looking out for breadrin Cause when breadrin they return love they don't stress him Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack Def Jam now that he signed a contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid Mega for the record you could suck my dick Bitch you from around the way its sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus x2) They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over (Nas) Since we on the subject of traders and flunkies Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B. Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say Man Nature moved to Marcy Back with ass niggas in fear Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, its just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus) (Nas) I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P how many times aint you shamed that Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back They dont respect you a checks due for me for your fame Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name (Mega, Mega) Hoes play your position cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want the crown, ?? poor thing I'm representing Queensbridge U.S.A. Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say (Chorus) (Talking) The bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas From out your circle, you can't save everybody Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real And thats real, ayo Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or dont even rep this Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking Why you never bucking, where you be at man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin Neo Brown of the fucking hood Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining with suede motherfucking balles on in silks I'ma always be the young don, dont be like the niggas on the other side Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby Q.B. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-31
Subject : Nas - God's Son (Columbia,2002)
