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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [sample - repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"] |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [sample - repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"] |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [sample - repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"] |
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from Nas - God's Son [Explicit Version] (2002)
So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [sample - repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"] |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's |
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from Nas - Stillmatic (2001)
Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said... If I, ever make a record I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project, ?? I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets But look at me now *"You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la' I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings and Ghana stay So I could get on my flesh right away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't I must've been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne My destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful *Repeat |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
[Nas] + (Timbaland) (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh) cause it's real out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) [Nas] I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when I gotcha - you ridin with me You keep askin, "When do you have time for me?" I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin Chorus One: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight [Yeah right] (Say what? Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh) I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?) And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right] You'll go tell all your friends [That's right] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [They know it] But you won't see me tonight [You don't believe that] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister I feel no guilt when I twist ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby Interlude: Nas and Aaliyah ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll page you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll call you back baby Chorus Two: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) You won't see me tonight (Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight And you'll be so full of sorrow You'll go tell all your friends (What what?) how you called and I follow (Say what?) But you won't see me tonight No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Thinking of me you gettin the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend Get it baby? Chorus Three: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight (uh-huh) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight [Dayyyy-light] And you'll be so full of sorrow [.. Word?] You'll go tell all your friends [Tell your friends what?] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [Uhh, uhh] But you won't see me tonight [Not tonight baby] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost [Timbaland] + (Aaliyah) Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it ride |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
[Nas] + (Timbaland) (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh) cause it's real out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) [Nas] I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when I gotcha - you ridin with me You keep askin, "When do you have time for me?" I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin Chorus One: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight [Yeah right] (Say what? Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh) I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?) And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right] You'll go tell all your friends [That's right] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [They know it] But you won't see me tonight [You don't believe that] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister I feel no guilt when I twist ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby Interlude: Nas and Aaliyah ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll page you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll call you back baby Chorus Two: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) You won't see me tonight (Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight And you'll be so full of sorrow You'll go tell all your friends (What what?) how you called and I follow (Say what?) But you won't see me tonight No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Thinking of me you gettin the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend Get it baby? Chorus Three: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight (uh-huh) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight [Dayyyy-light] And you'll be so full of sorrow [.. Word?] You'll go tell all your friends [Tell your friends what?] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [Uhh, uhh] But you won't see me tonight [Not tonight baby] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost [Timbaland] + (Aaliyah) Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it ride |
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from Nas - Nastradamus (1999)
Uh it's real it's real
it's real Uh uh owe me back Uh shorty shorty what up Come on Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like it's money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again The don all the time with all the shine You small time I ball with mine Links minks Bentley it's all with mine My jams bump out to the borderline UK hot with it blew spots with it Every continent love when I spit it Corners to blocks even the cops feel it Brothas on lockdown on their cock feel it It's real in the field the Last Mohegan Who survived in the streets and did something decent Now I got plans to buy the whole hood Legit' now I ain't gotta lie to no judge I make hits now money I flip now Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now I lit up my neck pinkie and wrist now So girls everywhere this is how we get down Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Pay me back when you shake it again Play to win girls in the club moving I get'em real hot my songs seduce em I flow I'm so mysterious Nas and Nasty's the alias Everything platinum I glow Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do On top out the car lounge at the bar We spent a thou we wild look at how rowdy we are Feel like a million dollars feel me holler To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas Thugs and renta's to the playas and ballers Sexy mamas fly ladies lookin proper Look good enough to be taken shoppin Earrings bracelets now you rocking Your body's so nice that I give you this option Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent owe me back like you money I rent Pay me back when you shake it again shackles on your feet You owe me I think you owe me some You owe me The shackles on your feet You owe Nas I think you owe me some You owe Timbaland you owe me you know what you owe me Mack like Goldie it's the same story Let you hold something you spending it right Know where you gon be by the end of the night Make it bounce shake it move it around Wiggle it a little bit throw it to the south Fantasizing me inside and you riding Throw it like a stallion you wearin my medallion Shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something shorty say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe owe owe Oh oh oh |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Mase)
Let's get it on (Carl Thomas) 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am (Huddy Comb) First of all, I was the worst of all The first born, took my first breath, it was on And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother But no matter what, I'mma love her She gave me life, even though she got high undercover If she die, I can't find me another But look what you made me Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born When you slid on that crack shit, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid and his spouse At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D When the D spot got hot, I went low key Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball Repeat 1 (Nas) What, what, uh You the reason And I thank you, what Check it out Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73 Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me? Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right? Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it Share with my dogs who's here, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1 |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Mase)
Let's get it on (Carl Thomas) 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am (Huddy Comb) First of all, I was the worst of all The first born, took my first breath, it was on And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother But no matter what, I'mma love her She gave me life, even though she got high undercover If she die, I can't find me another But look what you made me Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born When you slid on that crack shit, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid and his spouse At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D When the D spot got hot, I went low key Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball Repeat 1 (Nas) What, what, uh You the reason And I thank you, what Check it out Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73 Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me? Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right? Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it Share with my dogs who's here, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1 |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored watch on the wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are s3x Yes we get respected, eclectic messages Left our brains, get into a female's estrogen She feels electric, her breasts she touchin' them Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull' Before I get either I need some Red Bull She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything Gotta come up, run up and get touched up Suicide, that's if you confront us Don't talk, just hold your breath Been here a while, s'only one nigga left And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Uh, from a boy to a king Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mang I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything Fellas who beat bodies with me Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks Those cats only roll when I'm in the city And the dance floor is disgustin' Move your waistline to the basic percussion I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin' And laugh when a nigga start frontin' And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Bass beat bang (2X) Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes I like eyes, pretty lips, fly face First you said you would spread for me in an instant See me with the next chick, now you act different Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her Play your position, you're way outta character Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored watch on the wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are s3x Yes we get respected, eclectic messages Left our brains, get into a female's estrogen She feels electric, her breasts she touchin' them Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull' Before I get either I need some Red Bull She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything Gotta come up, run up and get touched up Suicide, that's if you confront us Don't talk, just hold your breath Been here a while, s'only one nigga left And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Uh, from a boy to a king Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mang I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything Fellas who beat bodies with me Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks Those cats only roll when I'm in the city And the dance floor is disgustin' Move your waistline to the basic percussion I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin' And laugh when a nigga start frontin' And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Bass beat bang (2X) Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes I like eyes, pretty lips, fly face First you said you would spread for me in an instant See me with the next chick, now you act different Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her Play your position, you're way outta character Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us And all'a y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on We superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louie too Suits and ties Player trophies Pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs Aunt Jemima hos Historic horse shit Girls from long time ago Stagecoach with the horse, kid Witch doctors Good old pickpockets Sip moonshine So-called coons, shines and darkies I love ya'll Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields Forgotten men who didn't get killed Christmas addicts The first blast and peace to the rich lady Purse snatcher shot in the back I know your hunger, kid I know they hung your dad Burnt your mama crib I know that hurt you bad Mystery shows From gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home Matter fact, we are home Bad attitudes Octaroon skin tones Slave food turned to soul food Collards and neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass As James Baldwin says You can only be destroyed by believing That you really are what the white world considers A nigger No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now Can't be stopped Yo on Dateline The other night they showed hate crimes Gave a Blood time Cause he fought with his canine Bestiality Humane Society Go to China, see how they dine See what they eat Better yet ask PETA whoever Which animal makes suede If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages? Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians Still you like your steak tartar Pinot noir David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers Now we getting our papers And try to censor the words To stop our money coming But you can't escape us Haters dronkmunk dot com |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on We superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louie too Suits and ties Player trophies Pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs Aunt Jemima hos Historic horse shit Girls from long time ago Stagecoach with the horse, kid Witch doctors Good old pickpockets Sip moonshine So-called coons, shines and darkies I love ya'll Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields Forgotten men who didn't get killed Christmas addicts The first blast and peace to the rich lady Purse snatcher shot in the back I know your hunger, kid I know they hung your dad Burnt your mama crib I know that hurt you bad Mystery shows From gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home Matter fact, we are home Bad attitudes Octaroon skin tones Slave food turned to soul food Collards and neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass As James Baldwin says You can only be destroyed by believing That you really are what the white world considers A nigger No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now Can't be stopped Yo on Dateline The other night they showed hate crimes Gave a Blood time Cause he fought with his canine Bestiality Humane Society Go to China, see how they dine See what they eat Better yet ask PETA whoever Which animal makes suede If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages? Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians Still you like your steak tartar Pinot noir David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers Now we getting our papers And try to censor the words To stop our money coming But you can't escape us Haters dronkmunk dot com |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah y'all New York City Tryna to see where I'm a go tonight The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world The other night nigga was at Lotus I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there you know But I found this new spot we went to the other night yo Check it out check it out how it went It was just cool like smooth night wit' my jewels bright Goons left goons right coupe wit' blue lights Bad girls in black pearls gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass Teddy Pendergrass blast When the phone ring the house lights flash Turned down the sound let's get down to bidness Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz What the voice said what up pop Who want it I put the guap up get the boy popped He say son stop it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes but they really not eatin' Dog This our food You that it trickles down to Niggaz want beef I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly shit call Rico He said it IS Rico of all people Gave his moms furs called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned his son's godfather Said the nigga shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit High fly send a fella loaf or glass Fold up cash you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash silly shit to dash I got the live sparked Phillies lit smoker's jacket on The son of a Cap ricorn my dad's a don What you think that he spawned A slacker Nah Packed the nines yo this nigga's asinine Smack ya mom relaxed and calm then mack ya mom In a casket you'll get ya fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies fuckin' wit' Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by ya name when they lie Get hit wit' the lone star ripped where ya bones are So tell me how yo' ass gon' run from a C Z P O 1 In the midst of real steel movers you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name pissed and insane My security system my playspot a fireplace listen Then it goin' off start spittin' Niggaz try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you knew where all of the cribs at So we waited wit' the cigs blat blat blat Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me You can't kill me |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation Microphone cord a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam Now she's on the lamb She made it out with 200 grand What a scam While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher He said one glance is all it took ya She's a real looker They say her old mans a bootlegger Transporting in any weather And at this rate we'll never get her Fellas think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight right Hate to spoil the party What are you guys havin' the same Waiter another round for the gang It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe The Butcher's my ace but in comes Freckle Face So I said see you later 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the street lamp was a silouhette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke says the devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B is not president Well what do ya say Ya see Ya see Ya see Look here see I know you got soul your trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in cypress One Eyed Charlie He only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says Walk This Way I'll tell you a Children's Story We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said it's gettin late c'mon give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady She says Bill Gates What are ya born 7778 She says Nah it goes way to an earlier date Slave times claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave the Bronx Now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive don't play with me skirt She said Clive Campbell He's Kool Herc Listen up sweetheart Now we gettin somewhere As she's talkin she starts vanishing in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She said if you really love me I'll come back alive |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2007)
[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow dance with the Devil Snow setting in the bezzle Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own patent in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens With no AKs, I'm the ambassador Robin Hood in the Aston Mart. Lotta blood gonna splash in war Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest But y'all ain't never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit Ya bench been wanna police the dick The big Benz, Imma model ya chick Was that posing, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice, more chains than slaves Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle [Chorus] [Nas] The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya If you stand close to the woofer Betcha get sprayed by my lecture Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that Eat with my elbows top of the table Street etiquette with speech impediments And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid 'Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from Q Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is [Chorus] [Nas] Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what Financer, skull doo wrapped up Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor Diversified all my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick [Chorus] |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2007)
[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow dance with the Devil Snow setting in the bezzle Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own patent in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens With no AKs, I'm the ambassador Robin Hood in the Aston Mart. Lotta blood gonna splash in war Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest But y'all ain't never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit Ya bench been wanna police the dick The big Benz, Imma model ya chick Was that posing, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice, more chains than slaves Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle [Chorus] [Nas] The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya If you stand close to the woofer Betcha get sprayed by my lecture Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that Eat with my elbows top of the table Street etiquette with speech impediments And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid 'Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from Q Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is [Chorus] [Nas] Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what Financer, skull doo wrapped up Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor Diversified all my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick [Chorus] |
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from Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (2006)
Redhead Kingpin Tim Dog
have you seen 'em Kwame King Tee or King Sun Super Lover Cee Casanova Rud Antoinette Rob Base never showin up You see Black Sheep Group Home Busy Bee Ask Ill and Al Skratch Where My Homiiies Leave it to y'all these niggaz left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town real mystic Like these folks never existed They the reason that rap became addictive Play they CD or wax and get lifted I recommend when your kid turn ten Let him hear Spice 1 made plenty noise Positive K Father MC the Skinny Boys Where are they now HEY Where are where are they now HEY Where are they now Where are they now HIT MEH See I remember them forever The original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz Fu Schnickens Buckshot Finesse and Sequence Who was a Rappin' Duke Da ha Silk tie and leather was cute Body and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group Oaktown 357 J J Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc Kris Kross the BOSS Divine Styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo Pharcyde and Coolio I heard Craig Mack back in the studio Have you seen these lost MC's Funky Four Plus One Force MD's Miss Melody I hope she packin' a bankroll As well as educated rap for ice and Kangol Shante she from around my way yo E P M D K Solo where are they now HEY Where are where are they now HEY Where are they now HIT MEH Q B First off this ain't no diss record This for some of my homies that were misrepresented Legends of the game y'know What up to Moe Dee the legend Rest in peace Cowboy Yeah male female DJ's e'rybody Rest in peace Jam Master Jay the whole crew word up Juice Crew All Stars MC Shan Tragedy Craig G Yeah nigga yeah nigga Shan whaddup baby Where are they now |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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from Nas - Stillmatic [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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from Nas - Stillmatic (2001)
Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
(Mykel) There was life there was water We depend on mama nature There is a message for tomarow Everything connect`s to you Some says soon there will be over You can see it in the weather Out of tune with mama nature What you do comes back to you Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone (NAS 1) Confucius, Confucius Sigmund Freud And Fard Muhammad Is it evolution or God? Searching for the truth is a threat Seems the closer we get to the truth State troopers or FEDs come out to silence you My house in Malibu probably tapped Because living next door to Demi Moore Plus, I'm black Plus, I want vengeance for the poor Who's attacked daily Patriot Act never scared me Jake in the Taurus Sticky in the jar-s Niggas I'm with got warrants America's brown and Twenty years from now Every town will be brown and Latin Or African, look at Manhattan I'ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes Word to me, not a hoax, back in 9-9 A spacecraft in the skyline In L.A., in daytime, ask Horse if I'm lying Every mother every father Raise your sons and your daughters With respect and with hornor From the seed comes a fruit Its an unbroken circle All of life is universal And we are all in the struggle Af i know one thing is true (If i know one thing is true) Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Evidence remains in debate Documents of our own Air Force base Additional terrestrial information Other planets with life population My observation Scientists study pictures of a flying disc Right on earth, anthropologists are finding shit Visitors, probably live with us They can mimic us It's sort of what we seeing in the cinemas Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture Ats good to be alive Its good to be alive Nobody is an island We are part of an survive Only way we gonna survive is if we harmonize Were not alone Were not alone ohhh Were not alone Were not alone ohhh Reginald Lewis The black billionaire Before Oprah or Bob Johnson How'd he disappear? Conspiracy theories, UFO's in the air I've seen it with my own two eyes And I swear, like Warren Buffet Real money I'm just trying to touch it The diamond-encrusted shit, live illustrious 'Cause we was deprived of it, suffered Now we pop to prove anything's possible My pimp strut was invented when they whipped us Now we diddy-bop just to show you that our strength's up Just when niggas about to see they cut Global warming about to burn us up Niggas never really seen paper in this world American blacks the teenager of this world Give us twenty more years to grow up Already geniuses; what I mean is this I used to worship a certain Queens police murderer 'Til I read the words of Ivan van Sertima He inserted something in me That made me feel worthier Now I spit revolution I'm his hood interpreter Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture Its good to be alive Its good to be alive Nobody is an island (is an island) We are part of an environment (an environment ) Only way we are gonna survive (gonna survive) Is if we harmonize(harmonize) Were not alone yeah yeahh Were not alone were not alone Were not alone yeah yeah Were not alone yeahhh yeahh not alone Ayo I'm American born. Love america Love my people Love all man kind All nationalities you know. I think it just recent, where everybody just started to feel like their was an elite group that runs everything ,and everybody else was sheep ignorant making all ethnicities colors and creeds niggers blind to what really is going on so i say take off the wool from your eyes out with the Old America in with the New end all racism all injustice all oppression to poor people any people anywhere in this planet lets come together a new day is rising. |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
(Mykel)
There was life there was water We depend on mama nature There is a message for tomarow Everything connect`s to you Some says soon there will be over You can see it in the weather Out of tune with mama nature What you do comes back to you Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone (NAS 1) Confucius, Confucius Sigmund Freud And Fard Muhammad Is it evolution or God? Searching for the truth is a threat Seems the closer we get to the truth State troopers or FEDs come out to silence you My house in Malibu probably tapped Because living next door to Demi Moore Plus, I'm black Plus, I want vengeance for the poor Who's attacked daily Patriot Act never scared me Jake in the Taurus Sticky in the jar-s Niggas I'm with got warrants America's brown and Twenty years from now Every town will be brown and Latin Or African, look at Manhattan I'ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes Word to me, not a hoax, back in 9-9 A spacecraft in the skyline In L.A., in daytime, ask Horse if I'm lying Every mother every father Raise your sons and your daughters With respect and with hornor From the seed comes a fruit Its an unbroken circle All of life is universal And we are all in the struggle Af i know one thing is true (If i know one thing is true) Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Were not alone Evidence remains in debate Documents of our own Air Force base Additional terrestrial information Other planets with life population My observation Scientists study pictures of a flying disc Right on earth, anthropologists are finding shit Visitors, probably live with us They can mimic us It's sort of what we seeing in the cinemas Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture Ats good to be alive Its good to be alive Nobody is an island We are part of an survive Only way we gonna survive is if we harmonize Were not alone Were not alone ohhh Were not alone Were not alone ohhh Reginald Lewis The black billionaire Before Oprah or Bob Johnson How'd he disappear? Conspiracy theories, UFO's in the air I've seen it with my own two eyes And I swear, like Warren Buffet Real money I'm just trying to touch it The diamond-encrusted shit, live illustrious 'Cause we was deprived of it, suffered Now we pop to prove anything's possible My pimp strut was invented when they whipped us Now we diddy-bop just to show you that our strength's up Just when niggas about to see they cut Global warming about to burn us up Niggas never really seen paper in this world American blacks the teenager of this world Give us twenty more years to grow up Already geniuses; what I mean is this I used to worship a certain Queens police murderer 'Til I read the words of Ivan van Sertima He inserted something in me That made me feel worthier Now I spit revolution I'm his hood interpreter Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture Its good to be alive Its good to be alive Nobody is an island (is an island) We are part of an environment (an environment ) Only way we are gonna survive (gonna survive) Is if we harmonize(harmonize) Were not alone yeah yeahh Were not alone were not alone Were not alone yeah yeah Were not alone yeahhh yeahh not alone Ayo I'm American born. Love america Love my people Love all man kind All nationalities you know. I think it just recent, where everybody just started to feel like their was an elite group that runs everything ,and everybody else was sheep ignorant making all ethnicities colors and creeds niggers blind to what really is going on so i say take off the wool from your eyes out with the Old America in with the New end all racism all injustice all oppression to poor people any people anywhere in this planet lets come together a new day is rising. |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
[R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... [Nas] To my doggs Wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in Gods hands now Keep a place for me, kid Ain't nothing changed Still partyin' bullshit We used to fuck r & b bitches and see who rhymes sickest For every hit you made More rappers afraid to come out Machine gun funk, From Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood We was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends Numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black You livin' your life though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun Making records to see your response But now competition is none now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong using your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king It ain't about that Its more serious I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you Happy we on top, the most Official Ain't to many real ones out there I feel some but doubt they're Capable to take it where you took it to I missed you're weight Not cause I'm fake Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that wake I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin' To keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' thats ready to die You was like God to us In the form of Allah [Chorus- Nas & R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... Still we will survive No matter what My people just stay alive Still we will survive No matter what (Thug Life baby) My people just stay alive [Nas] Dear Pac Every thug sheds a teardrop And use to teeth to bite off beer tops And pour out a lil' liquor You was more than the wildest nigga 2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga Its goin' on the 3rd year Since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on The industry be talkin' Offendin' me often They don't beleive you dead Wanna see you in your coffin I pray late Shootouts and court dates All eyes on you Niggaz in your face Invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place How would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line All in your flow There could never be peace I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on the relaest shit you ever wrote We had words Cause the best supposed to clash at the top But kept it brotherly When we seen each other and stopped In NYC, at MTV People watched We was both deep After you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggaz would be If we united, a nation of thugs who could fight it You was caught in a wild homicide Or were you crucified like the son of God? Or Lucifer lied? Make the world think young blacks should be extinct But Thug Life'll never die We stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ? Chorus [Nas] I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson have to shoot his way outta war? What has Al Green seen that made him religious? Was it the drugs? Put a end to the music business of soul Should I put out the indo right now and write down a plan And pursue my dream Turn my life around Cause I'm bound for the movie screen Cuties'll scream I'll need a exit Uzi riding through my own hood of Queens It be the ones you always knew That want it on Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on Though we walked a million miles and was just 20 Not used to walking in the path of legit money I thought I made it but we only took baby steps Up the success ladder where they pay me checks To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally its lookin good Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would Alot of ups and downs in the game Could lose or gain a couple pounds tryin' to maintain One day you here, the next you not When you around niggaz check 'em out Some is 'bout out Most individuals plots'll run the spots Some choose to stay to theyselves While others have no cares and stay in jail More than 50% of us Ending up with holes through the chest, through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killas Who become rich as dope dealers Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments Thug coaches with subs sitting on the bench Either that or rap We want the fast way outta this trap Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring ya back But life is a dream and you taught me that Chorus |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
[R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... [Nas] To my doggs Wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in Gods hands now Keep a place for me, kid Ain't nothing changed Still partyin' bullshit We used to fuck r & b bitches and see who rhymes sickest For every hit you made More rappers afraid to come out Machine gun funk, From Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood We was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends Numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black You livin' your life though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun Making records to see your response But now competition is none now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong using your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king It ain't about that Its more serious I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you Happy we on top, the most Official Ain't to many real ones out there I feel some but doubt they're Capable to take it where you took it to I missed you're weight Not cause I'm fake Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that wake I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin' To keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' thats ready to die You was like God to us In the form of Allah [Chorus- Nas & R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... Still we will survive No matter what My people just stay alive Still we will survive No matter what (Thug Life baby) My people just stay alive [Nas] Dear Pac Every thug sheds a teardrop And use to teeth to bite off beer tops And pour out a lil' liquor You was more than the wildest nigga 2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga Its goin' on the 3rd year Since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on The industry be talkin' Offendin' me often They don't beleive you dead Wanna see you in your coffin I pray late Shootouts and court dates All eyes on you Niggaz in your face Invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place How would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line All in your flow There could never be peace I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on the relaest shit you ever wrote We had words Cause the best supposed to clash at the top But kept it brotherly When we seen each other and stopped In NYC, at MTV People watched We was both deep After you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggaz would be If we united, a nation of thugs who could fight it You was caught in a wild homicide Or were you crucified like the son of God? Or Lucifer lied? Make the world think young blacks should be extinct But Thug Life'll never die We stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ? Chorus [Nas] I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson have to shoot his way outta war? What has Al Green seen that made him religious? Was it the drugs? Put a end to the music business of soul Should I put out the indo right now and write down a plan And pursue my dream Turn my life around Cause I'm bound for the movie screen Cuties'll scream I'll need a exit Uzi riding through my own hood of Queens It be the ones you always knew That want it on Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on Though we walked a million miles and was just 20 Not used to walking in the path of legit money I thought I made it but we only took baby steps Up the success ladder where they pay me checks To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally its lookin good Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would Alot of ups and downs in the game Could lose or gain a couple pounds tryin' to maintain One day you here, the next you not When you around niggaz check 'em out Some is 'bout out Most individuals plots'll run the spots Some choose to stay to theyselves While others have no cares and stay in jail More than 50% of us Ending up with holes through the chest, through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killas Who become rich as dope dealers Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments Thug coaches with subs sitting on the bench Either that or rap We want the fast way outta this trap Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring ya back But life is a dream and you taught me that Chorus |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
[Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what) livin reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line now they had to target your Wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah) Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh) |
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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
[Nas] Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan They mistake me I'm filthy Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried Kind o' waitin' is scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center Right through a man's soul Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart I'm still alive how did I make it this far 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many Her last days at the hospital Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy She raised me in the projects alone Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Uh, warriors) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me all this pain I'm feelin would bend and killed you (I'm a Warrior) It only made me stronger But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya Sometimes I wish I was dead But I took heed to the cause (I'm a Warrior, yeah) 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus Until End: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] To my warriors To all these, baby KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their father Rest in peace moms! My mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin' Yea yea yea, you never give up To all my warriors, haha Braveheart, Braveheart Definition of a warrior |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
[Nas] Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan They mistake me I'm filthy Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried Kind o' waitin' is scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center Right through a man's soul Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart I'm still alive how did I make it this far 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many Her last days at the hospital Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy She raised me in the projects alone Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Uh, warriors) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me all this pain I'm feelin would bend and killed you (I'm a Warrior) It only made me stronger But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya Sometimes I wish I was dead But I took heed to the cause (I'm a Warrior, yeah) 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus Until End: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] To my warriors To all these, baby KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their father Rest in peace moms! My mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin' Yea yea yea, you never give up To all my warriors, haha Braveheart, Braveheart Definition of a warrior |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
[Nas] Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan They mistake me I'm filthy Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried Kind o' waitin' is scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center Right through a man's soul Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart I'm still alive how did I make it this far 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many Her last days at the hospital Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy She raised me in the projects alone Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Uh, warriors) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me all this pain I'm feelin would bend and killed you (I'm a Warrior) It only made me stronger But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya Sometimes I wish I was dead But I took heed to the cause (I'm a Warrior, yeah) 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus Until End: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] To my warriors To all these, baby KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their father Rest in peace moms! My mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin' Yea yea yea, you never give up To all my warriors, haha Braveheart, Braveheart Definition of a warrior |
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from Nas - God's Son [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Nas] Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan They mistake me I'm filthy Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried Kind o' waitin' is scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center Right through a man's soul Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart I'm still alive how did I make it this far 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many Her last days at the hospital Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy She raised me in the projects alone Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Uh, warriors) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me all this pain I'm feelin would bend and killed you (I'm a Warrior) It only made me stronger But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya Sometimes I wish I was dead But I took heed to the cause (I'm a Warrior, yeah) 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way [Chorus Until End: Alicia Keys] This is the song, of my warriors (A warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (Definition of a warrior) Gonna keep punchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum [Nas] To my warriors To all these, baby KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their father Rest in peace moms! My mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin' Yea yea yea, you never give up To all my warriors, haha Braveheart, Braveheart Definition of a warrior |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Chorus - singing]
There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Nas] Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin' those Briefcases, silk ties, slick as them older folks Silver fo'-fo', got no, My chauffer driver just left some of my colleagues smokin' that Cali Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window Kinda' see my father's features creepin' in a little Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll take her And I'm late to a dite with my wife, I realize I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise And I'm walkin' through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, 'til the fire pride stop me [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And all this drama's got me feelin' uptight I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo 'Cause she's standin' on the corner of Linden Boulevard Holding our baby in her arms So hold on, your daddy's in sight [Nas] Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin' New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight But we brought my baby home the first night Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me" I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again Squeezin' the pen, releasing again, chart toppers, Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems New woman, she's great, this a different world, Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
[Chorus - singing]
There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Nas] Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin' those Briefcases, silk ties, slick as them older folks Silver fo'-fo', got no, My chauffer driver just left some of my colleagues smokin' that Cali Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window Kinda' see my father's features creepin' in a little Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll take her And I'm late to a dite with my wife, I realize I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise And I'm walkin' through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, 'til the fire pride stop me [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And all this drama's got me feelin' uptight I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo 'Cause she's standin' on the corner of Linden Boulevard Holding our baby in her arms So hold on, your daddy's in sight [Nas] Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin' New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight But we brought my baby home the first night Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me" I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again Squeezin' the pen, releasing again, chart toppers, Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems New woman, she's great, this a different world, Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
(feat. Keon Bryce)
[Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Nas] Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin' those Briefcases, silk ties, slick as them older folks Silver fo'-fo', got no, My chauffer driver just left some of my colleagues smokin' that Cali Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window Kinda' see my father's features creepin' in a little Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll take her And I'm late to a dite with my wife, I realize I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise And I'm walkin' through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, through the fire pride stop [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And all this drama's got me feelin' uptight I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo 'Cause she's standin' on the corner of Linden Boulevard Holding our baby in her baby in her arms So hold on, your daddy's in sight [Nas] Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin' New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight But we brought my baby home the first night Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me" I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again Squeezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers, Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems New woman, she's great, this a different world, Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me [Chorus - singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
(feat. Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh)
{*Doug E. Fresh beatboxes*} [Nas] Yeah.. what.. you! [DEF] UH-HUH! C'MON! [Nas] Yeah.. yeah, what? [DEF] Nasty Nas, Virgo [Nas] Uh-huh [DEF] L-L-Ludacris, Virgo [Nas] Uh uh uh [DEF] Doug Fresh [DEF] As we go, somethin like this [Nas] Nasir.. [Nas] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Plus she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise that she gon' play her part Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi" What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I." Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand So, here we standin before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black {*brrrring*} Ever since then, she been yappin a track Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back Sing! [Ludacris] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR {*DEF breakdown*: buck buck buck buck buck buck) Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING! [Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right) I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo proof baby run the streets So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. Fresh |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
(feat. Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh)
{*Doug E. Fresh beatboxes*} [Nas] Yeah.. what.. you! [DEF] UH-HUH! C'MON! [Nas] Yeah.. yeah, what? [DEF] Nasty Nas, Virgo [Nas] Uh-huh [DEF] L-L-Ludacris, Virgo [Nas] Uh uh uh [DEF] Doug Fresh [DEF] As we go, somethin like this [Nas] Nasir.. [Nas] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Plus she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise that she gon' play her part Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi" What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I." Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand So, here we standin before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black {*brrrring*} Ever since then, she been yappin a track Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back Sing! [Ludacris] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR {*DEF breakdown*: buck buck buck buck buck buck) Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING! [Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right) I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo proof baby run the streets So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. Fresh |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
(feat. Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh)
{*Doug E. Fresh beatboxes*} [Nas] Yeah.. what.. you! [DEF] UH-HUH! C'MON! [Nas] Yeah.. yeah, what? [DEF] Nasty Nas, Virgo [Nas] Uh-huh [DEF] L-L-Ludacris, Virgo [Nas] Uh uh uh [DEF] Doug Fresh [DEF] As we go, somethin like this [Nas] Nasir.. [Nas] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Plus she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise that she gon' play her part Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi" What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I." Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand So, here we standin before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black {*brrrring*} Ever since then, she been yappin a track Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back Sing! [Ludacris] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR {*DEF breakdown*: buck buck buck buck buck buck) Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING! [Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right) I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo proof baby run the streets So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. Fresh |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came
I know that I woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real I need all y'all to come down so we can talk about these things that's going on man It's gettin' real Escobar, reportoire, that's my man Blowin' up how we expand Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats Bustin' live gats Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that In the Bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards Jumpin' in and out of different cars On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi Got the flip phone in the strip zone Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms Real Dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name See it lights, bitch get it right Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's Brown Timbs, and thousands Now we on to some real doe How does it feel to count a mil? What you bug? Throw a party and show love to the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |
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from Nas - Untitled (2008)
No revolutionary gets old
Or so I'm told You're left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gunshots rang His bullet got my name I ain't see him take aim I dreamt this day came 'Cause I stood in the face of damnation Satan, spat at him, flat out disgraced him He want my blood; why me? Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man F**k it, I'll take one Can stop me but can't stop a whole nation Of millions who feel you deceived them They believing reparation makes it even So I'm deadly now because of one reason They listening In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland We getting it in, son Another bullet passed by--missed me Wondering who plotting to get me Alphabet boys still plotting against me To hush me up and stuff me in the pockets of history You won't remember why they came to clip me When time go by, you'll soon forget me They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentley's Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty Don't let them kill me Some revolutionaries do live long Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time Everybody has rights, can I use mine? Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine? Got a swell life, tell me, will I lose mine? Every time I turn around somebody new dying Let's start living Ala carte escargot, Escobar, invest my millions Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children Knowing that they coming any time, but until then I'm at large until they shoot me Million dollar stones and my camouflage Gucci Giving you this crack like Pookie To question the system Be the resistance No matter what color you are Everybody nigga's You can stand by and watch Or you can march on with us |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
[Nas] Uh.. Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was fuckin Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin to the concrete jungle of cement Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when got to my crib, where the hell my keys went? Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo to the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it Swingin slower and slower.. On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some nigga mumblin shit, he had one hand on her ass and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin for words I found none, without a sound I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through {Nas singing} I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X * [Nas] Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years what I just saw happenin -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had junk Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, she's died, by mistake Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin suicide Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin Put it on her ring finger cocked the glock, and started prayin to Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed this'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene On that note, same time, the cops busted in Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" .. we elope .. ** cop says "stupid fucking niggers" as he walks in ** |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha) I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches Can't keep they hands to theyself no more I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a *Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you *repeat You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at? Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin? Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try try try, but you *repeat You can't be me |
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from Nas - Stillmatic (2001)
Real conversation for that ass
(Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Explicit Version] (2002)
Real conversation for that ass (Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) [Nas] Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) [Nas] Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes [Clean Version] (2002)
Real conversation for that ass
(Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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from Nas - The Lost Tapes (2002)
Real conversation for that ass
(Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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from Bravehearts - Bravehearted (2004)
(feat. Nas)
[talking] Uh yea, yea, yea Let's Go Niggas [laugh] C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga [Chorus 2x] I be dippin in tha twilight, wit gangstas, Smokin weed up in my ride life the same stuff, its still a bitch livin like I'm rich bang broads call me Mr. International ghetto stars [Verse 1] Yo' I talk like a champion,walk like a champion, body like a god, and I promise that Nas will hit you off, flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum bustin like dummies, so mami you come and lick it off, I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my ? blood stay in my mouf, ? layed out tequila sunrise and five 6's surprise bitches Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs, plumper than last summer, stomach streched from tha grub, good livin, good women I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances go 'head handsome, but they all scream my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city wit my braveheart team, pretty face, round tits and ass, stay my queen, keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen [chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Yo' if you see me on mtv, don't forget I'm tha same nigga from QB Sittin on tha block, hungary & starvin Imaginin performin' at Madison Square Garden or Radio City, in New York City Bring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of henny My homie got shot right befo' my eyes, I got shot too, but I survived I was just a teenager, never had a pager always had flava, chasin dat paper I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes Pretty hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red like a rose and everybody knows, my gun goes off in tha west coast, durty south, and up north Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler I despise suckas, ya punk muthafuckas! [chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Nigga I'm high wit high hopes fuck tha bullshit, stand up in front of dat You get tha full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless His skin is missin, listen, my knockouts is six So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest Yall niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm pullin ya dress from stitches to stitchin' I hate yall niggas, stomp you out like roaches Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops schemin One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this It feel like a muthafucka dreamin, but I'm here Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see dem BraveHearts, damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em Sleep witcha gun unda ya fuckin pillow This is real thangs, I know shit feels strange How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit [chorus 2x] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it *Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out **Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def ** Repeat * Repeat Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party All night long ('til when?) Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(Nas)
Spit at the world My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it (Chorus) (Nas) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out (JD) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out (JD) I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def (Chorus, JD then Nas) Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherf**ker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party (Backdrop) All night long {'til when?} Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from Nas, Damian Marley - Distant Relatives (2010)
INTRO
Tougher than concrete Eh bwoy Go labbajuice Watch ya Check it! Boom VERSE 1 JR.GONG You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing scheme Nah Mean Nuff a dem a move sideways and lean Nah Mean Cant come bout when man deh in Nah Mean We nuh like dem colonial regime Nah Mean Ethiopian nuh like Mussoline Nah Mean Mi Queen hafi rock and come in Nah Mean And jump pon mi big trampoline Nah Mean And boost up her self-esteem Nah Mean Nuff a wonder how man kitchen so clean Nah Mean And which recipe dat a steam Nah Mean The lyrics dem a flow like a stream Nah Mean Mek you feel like you living in a dream Nah Mean It come to the crop man a cream Nah Mean It come to discipline man a Dean Nah Mean Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine Nah Mean We stepping we fresh and we clean Nah Mean I burn the stinkest of green Nah Mean Better listen up careful and keen Nah Mean A Puppa Nas a rock and come in Nah Mean VERSE 2 NAS We celebrate like I finished probation Boy Boy Notty Head with no chaser Boy Boy From the mouth I can spit out a razor Boy Boy Open up your facial like your boy Roy In his prime Eat food Dinnertime Jr. Gong pass the Guinness Handle business Black Velvet sippers Females never bid us farewell They with us Cause we arrive on the scene Just like a high beam Nah Mean Dont let us have to make the 9 scream Nah Mean At your racial Policing Regime Nah Mean Spiritual like a Elohim Nah Mean In a casino or a yacht Wherever Im seen My brothers and sisters are never forgot Nah Mean Dont wanna hear another soldier drop Nah Mean Another dope addict get shot with the morphine And Feds are indicting my block Nah Mean Theyre wearing Red from they shoes to they top Nah Mean Im wishing that all the violence would stop Nah Mean VERSE 3 JR GONG We nuh like the sound of siren Nah Mean And some bwoy soft like ice cream Nah Mean From a bwoy mek the Feds intervene Nah Mean We send a bwoy go tek intravene Nah Mean Parabellum dem a itch up inna spleen Nah Mean Inna Queens Gunman reign Supreme Nah Mean Kingstonians are real blood fiends Nah Mean The world is a big crime scene Nah Mean CHORUS/BRIDGE Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for my residence? Yo Mr. Minister Why you being sinister? Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for my residence? Yo Mr. Minister Why you being sinister? VERSE 4 JR GONG Se Man a di real Buffalo inna Rastafari Regime Bush Bungalow is where mi dwell with mi Queen Trash to the bone down inna camouflage green Nuff a dem that cant go the places we been Nuff a dem that cant see the sights whe we seen Thats why them face all a twist up and a lean Nah Mean Dem better mine we kick it off clean Nah Mean Man a Gangster just like Gambine Dat Mean Dem cant serve Congo Dread court supine Nah Mean A who you want come in convene Nah Mean Attorney have to rock and come in Nah Mean Mi pocket dem green like spurlene Nah Mean Mi regular fly out and fly in Nah Mean The stadium pack like sardine Nah Mean Cant catch mi speed a fassy hole need caffeine Nah Mean Run out a breath and antihistamine Nah Mean Wash over gold dem come in like Listerine Nah Mean You think a lie we badder than Al Pacine Nah Mean VERSE 5 NAS Its Genocide Its a Genocide Its a Genocide Its Genocide 5th Floor cooking raw Had my own supply Cause of capitalist ways That was back in the days So now I do rap and it pays |
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from Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers (feat. Nas) [single] (2009)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
Yo, my man was regulatin on niggas he used to thug with
Older niggas in this murder game, drug czars BM, Jaguars, they cash was large Since he was wild, they let him in He did a crazy number of things To put himself deeper under they wing It didn't take long for duke to get on Studied they movements - who would kill, who was strong Studied like a student, got it bloody, he was shootin Drivin they cars, robbin connects Drivin his Lex, keys was movin Young don, now they know they weakness They never seen it comin Son was on some real take over the streets hit Now he got his own crew of young guns clickin now Richer now, now they run shit, see how it flips around? Dudes be, comin from bids thinkin shit is different Cause the streets move fast, you blink, you could miss it I just sit back and, think of my last 20 years 6 pack, gunnin my years, jet black, blunt in my ear Real relaxed, readin real loves stories like Ceaser and Cleopatra, we need another actress to play her Cause Liz Taylor's hot, but the Egyptian queen On the movie screen needs to be portrayed in a proper flava Hopped in the shower, threw on the boxers with the baby oil Baby powder, night owl, movin to later hours, only Fuckin with kings, niggas official If you phony, come in the circle, niggas'll diss you We converse on the state of hip hop We share the same views and feelings He sling cain, crib costin 2 million He plan to leave the streets forever But niggas that wanted him left him Dead in the streets 'fore I can tell him |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
*featuring 2Pac, J. Phoenix
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best journey Acres of land and swimming pools and all that Check it out [Verson One: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad Blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where his sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his ass was flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: 2Pac] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne What angels saw, with golden wings in thug's mansion [Chorus] |
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from Nas - God's Son [Clean Version] (2002)
*featuring 2Pac, J. Phoenix
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best journey Acres of land and swimming pools and all that Check it out [Verson One: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad Blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where his sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his ass was flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: 2Pac] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne What angels saw, with golden wings in thug's mansion [Chorus] |
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from Nas - God's Son [Explicit Version] (2002)
*featuring 2Pac, J. Phoenix
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best journey Acres of land and swimming pools and all that Check it out [Verson One: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad Blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where his sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his ass was flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: 2Pac] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne What angels saw, with golden wings in thug's mansion [Chorus] |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from Nas - God's Son (2002)
*featuring 2Pac, J. Phoenix
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best journey Acres of land and swimming pools and all that Check it out [Verson One: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad Blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where his sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his ass was flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: 2Pac] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne What angels saw, with golden wings in thug's mansion [Chorus] |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe (Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh (Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin god from the projects It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run >From affilions, willions ??? ??? Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in the same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout niggas hear me when Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ??? Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?* What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... *Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... *Repeat Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment I grab mics and I explain it How I went from the brawns to the brainless to the minds of the wise and the famous Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing We in to better things like wettin the brains Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think" Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink *Repeat Bitches got their shit tight If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
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from Nas - Thief's Theme [Clean Version] [single] (2004)
[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |
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from Nas - Thief's Theme [Explicit Version] [single] (2004)
[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple [single] (2004)
[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
[Intro]
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises 'Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's ... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*} |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Explicit Version] (2004)
Nas: 'This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
'이건 모두를 위한 노래가 아냐, 자신이 누군지 알잖아 Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes.' 그래 너, 자신이 누군지 알잖아. 이들은 우리의 영웅.' [Chorus: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 들어보자, 하나는 UPN 9와 WB에 나오는 흑인들을 위해 Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? 'Yes Massa'라고 TV에서 말하는 이들, Wheezy는 어떻게 된거야? Red Fox's는? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Emmy 상을 받진 못했지만 내겐 좋았지 Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 들어보자, 둘은 재주넘기를 하는 흑인들을 위해 'Cause they said they played they parts well 그들은 자신의 맡은 바를 잘 해냈으니까 Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 이제 그들은 캐비어를 바라고, 쇠꼬리를 싫어해 Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 양복 깃에는 Lambda Sigma Phi 뱃지 Whitey always tell him, 'Ooh, he speak so well' 백인들은 언제나 말해, '우, 발음 정말 좋군' Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 넌 우리가 멋진 흑인으로 받아들여야하는 사람인가? The acceptable Negro -- hell nah 인정받을 검둥이 - 절대 아니지 But they say, 'These are our heroes' 하지만 그들은 말해 '이들이 우리의 영웅이야' [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play 어, Massa는 우리가 크게 자랄 때까지 돌봐줬어 Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud 오늘날 NBA의 농구선수들은 날 자랑스럽게해 But there's somethin' they don't say 하지만 그들은 무언가 말하지 않지 Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay 언제나 백인 여자들을 학대하다가 걸리고 From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe OJ에서 Kobe까지, 어, Tobe라고 불러볼까 First he played his life cool just like Michael 처음엔 그는 괜찮았지, Michael처럼 Now he rock ice too just like I do 이제 그는 나처럼 너무 보석만 원하고 있어 Yo, you can't do better than that? Yo, 그보다 더 잘할 수 없는거야? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? 화장실 매트를 바로잡는 호텔 종업원이나 되려고? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back 이제 넌 뒤에서 도와주고 있다고 생각했던 스폰서들을 잃었어 Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you 그래, 넌 랩하는 검둥이보다 더하지, 넌 가짜야 You turn around then you shit on Shaq 돌아서서 Shaq에게 욕하다니 Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes 그는 Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes를 알았을걸 He love a little butt crack, got enough cash 자그만 엉덩이를 좋아하고, 돈은 충분해 Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you 버스를 타는 작은 꼬맹이들은 널 존경하면서 To do something for the youth, stupid spoof 미래를 계획하곤 하지, 바보같으니 But you let them use you as an example 하지만 니가 그들의 모범이 되고 있어 They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full 그들은 대표지만, 우리의 영웅들의 손은 꽉 찼어 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles 넌 광대 Homey, 나비 넥타이, 사과 파이, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through 하지만 우린 Bo Jangles가 좋아, 그가 겪은 일을 알거든 But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black 하지만 핑계를 뭘 대는지? 흑인 식으로 얘기하지만 but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque 니 앨범은 마치 상을 위해선 뭐라도 할듯이 들려 You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface 사실을 논하지 않는 넌, 음, Scarface랑 달라 You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe 니가 뭘 느끼는지도 모르지, 너무 안전해 Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it 선거는 왔다 갔어, 정말 열심히 노력했지만 Huh, and in the end we all got dicked 허, 결국에 우린 모두 끝났어 These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot 이들이 우리의 영웅, 감사하게도 공교육 제도는 계속 썩어가고 Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks 경찰들은 계속 우릴 놀리고, 거리에선 좀도둑질이 일어나 Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout 힘을 쥐려고 하는 진짜들 - 그들을 팔아버리네 Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, 그들을 닮아보자 Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Nicky Giovanni 시적인 흑인 여성 Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Jim Brown에서부터 노래 잘부르는 사람들 Fela to Miriam Makeba Fela에서 Miriam Makeba까지 The mirror says you are the next American leader 거울은 니가 다음 미국의 리더라고 하네 So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records 그러니 새로운 'We are the World' 레코드 작업을 승낙하지마 These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records 저 검둥이들은 음반을 팔려고 별짓을 다해 Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC 의식적인 MC가 되는건 유행이기에 But next year, who knows what we'll see? 하지만 내년엔, 무슨 일이 벌어질까? Ha-Ha, these are our heroes 하하, 이들이 우리의 영웅이라네 [Chorus] Nas: 'Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know 그래, 여기서 이름들을 불러주고 싶어 -- 알잖아 the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard 우리들을 도와주고 있는, 정말 열심히하는 크루 Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Tiger Woods에게도. 그래, 멈추지마 Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Cuba Gooding Jr. 에게도. 그래, 알잖아 Tay Diggs what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit Tay Diggs 안녕 내 친구. 그래, 하하, 멈추지마 and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit.' 포기하지마, 멈추지마, 포기하지마 Male Heckler: 'Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie? 그래, 그래, 넌 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper. 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? 지폐뭉치를 봐 Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?' 마치 플레이보이처럼 돌아다니고 있네. 도대체 무슨 짓이야? *overlapping dialogue* Nas: 'I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please 여기서 나가겠어. 자, 실례, 실례 -- 자 Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I got a plane to catch. 리무진에 타야겠어, 여기서 나가겠는걸. 그래, 탈 비행기가 있거든 And I love you back. Ha-Ha yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE.' 나도 너 사랑해. 하하 그래 그래 -- 여기서 나가야겠어. 아하하 -- 피스. Thug Heckler: 'Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky motherfucker!' 이것보라고, 도시에게 되돌려주는 것이 있어야할 거 아냐. 이 건방진 놈아! |
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from Nas - Street's Disciple [Clean Version] (2004)
Nas: 'This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
'이건 모두를 위한 노래가 아냐, 자신이 누군지 알잖아 Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes.' 그래 너, 자신이 누군지 알잖아. 이들은 우리의 영웅.' [Chorus: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 들어보자, 하나는 UPN 9와 WB에 나오는 흑인들을 위해 Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? 'Yes Massa'라고 TV에서 말하는 이들, Wheezy는 어떻게 된거야? Red Fox's는? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Emmy 상을 받진 못했지만 내겐 좋았지 Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 들어보자, 둘은 재주넘기를 하는 흑인들을 위해 'Cause they said they played they parts well 그들은 자신의 맡은 바를 잘 해냈으니까 Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 이제 그들은 캐비어를 바라고, 쇠꼬리를 싫어해 Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 양복 깃에는 Lambda Sigma Phi 뱃지 Whitey always tell him, 'Ooh, he speak so well' 백인들은 언제나 말해, '우, 발음 정말 좋군' Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 넌 우리가 멋진 흑인으로 받아들여야하는 사람인가? The acceptable Negro -- hell nah 인정받을 검둥이 - 절대 아니지 But they say, 'These are our heroes' 하지만 그들은 말해 '이들이 우리의 영웅이야' [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play 어, Massa는 우리가 크게 자랄 때까지 돌봐줬어 Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud 오늘날 NBA의 농구선수들은 날 자랑스럽게해 But there's somethin' they don't say 하지만 그들은 무언가 말하지 않지 Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay 언제나 백인 여자들을 학대하다가 걸리고 From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe OJ에서 Kobe까지, 어, Tobe라고 불러볼까 First he played his life cool just like Michael 처음엔 그는 괜찮았지, Michael처럼 Now he rock ice too just like I do 이제 그는 나처럼 너무 보석만 원하고 있어 Yo, you can't do better than that? Yo, 그보다 더 잘할 수 없는거야? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? 화장실 매트를 바로잡는 호텔 종업원이나 되려고? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back 이제 넌 뒤에서 도와주고 있다고 생각했던 스폰서들을 잃었어 Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you 그래, 넌 랩하는 검둥이보다 더하지, 넌 가짜야 You turn around then you shit on Shaq 돌아서서 Shaq에게 욕하다니 Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes 그는 Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes를 알았을걸 He love a little butt crack, got enough cash 자그만 엉덩이를 좋아하고, 돈은 충분해 Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you 버스를 타는 작은 꼬맹이들은 널 존경하면서 To do something for the youth, stupid spoof 미래를 계획하곤 하지, 바보같으니 But you let them use you as an example 하지만 니가 그들의 모범이 되고 있어 They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full 그들은 대표지만, 우리의 영웅들의 손은 꽉 찼어 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles 넌 광대 Homey, 나비 넥타이, 사과 파이, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through 하지만 우린 Bo Jangles가 좋아, 그가 겪은 일을 알거든 But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black 하지만 핑계를 뭘 대는지? 흑인 식으로 얘기하지만 but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque 니 앨범은 마치 상을 위해선 뭐라도 할듯이 들려 You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface 사실을 논하지 않는 넌, 음, Scarface랑 달라 You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe 니가 뭘 느끼는지도 모르지, 너무 안전해 Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it 선거는 왔다 갔어, 정말 열심히 노력했지만 Huh, and in the end we all got dicked 허, 결국에 우린 모두 끝났어 These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot 이들이 우리의 영웅, 감사하게도 공교육 제도는 계속 썩어가고 Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks 경찰들은 계속 우릴 놀리고, 거리에선 좀도둑질이 일어나 Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout 힘을 쥐려고 하는 진짜들 - 그들을 팔아버리네 Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, 그들을 닮아보자 Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Nicky Giovanni 시적인 흑인 여성 Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Jim Brown에서부터 노래 잘부르는 사람들 Fela to Miriam Makeba Fela에서 Miriam Makeba까지 The mirror says you are the next American leader 거울은 니가 다음 미국의 리더라고 하네 So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records 그러니 새로운 'We are the World' 레코드 작업을 승낙하지마 These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records 저 검둥이들은 음반을 팔려고 별짓을 다해 Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC 의식적인 MC가 되는건 유행이기에 But next year, who knows what we'll see? 하지만 내년엔, 무슨 일이 벌어질까? Ha-Ha, these are our heroes 하하, 이들이 우리의 영웅이라네 [Chorus] Nas: 'Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know 그래, 여기서 이름들을 불러주고 싶어 -- 알잖아 the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard 우리들을 도와주고 있는, 정말 열심히하는 크루 Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Tiger Woods에게도. 그래, 멈추지마 Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Cuba Gooding Jr. 에게도. 그래, 알잖아 Tay Diggs what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit Tay Diggs 안녕 내 친구. 그래, 하하, 멈추지마 and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit.' 포기하지마, 멈추지마, 포기하지마 Male Heckler: 'Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie? 그래, 그래, 넌 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper. 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? 지폐뭉치를 봐 Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?' 마치 플레이보이처럼 돌아다니고 있네. 도대체 무슨 짓이야? *overlapping dialogue* Nas: 'I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please 여기서 나가겠어. 자, 실례, 실례 -- 자 Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I got a plane to catch. 리무진에 타야겠어, 여기서 나가겠는걸. 그래, 탈 비행기가 있거든 And I love you back. Ha-Ha yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE.' 나도 너 사랑해. 하하 그래 그래 -- 여기서 나가야겠어. 아하하 -- 피스. Thug Heckler: 'Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky motherfucker!' 이것보라고, 도시에게 되돌려주는 것이 있어야할 거 아냐. 이 건방진 놈아! |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
Nas: 'This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
'이건 모두를 위한 노래가 아냐, 자신이 누군지 알잖아 Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes.' 그래 너, 자신이 누군지 알잖아. 이들은 우리의 영웅.' [Chorus: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 들어보자, 하나는 UPN 9와 WB에 나오는 흑인들을 위해 Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? 'Yes Massa'라고 TV에서 말하는 이들, Wheezy는 어떻게 된거야? Red Fox's는? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Emmy 상을 받진 못했지만 내겐 좋았지 Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 들어보자, 둘은 재주넘기를 하는 흑인들을 위해 'Cause they said they played they parts well 그들은 자신의 맡은 바를 잘 해냈으니까 Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 이제 그들은 캐비어를 바라고, 쇠꼬리를 싫어해 Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 양복 깃에는 Lambda Sigma Phi 뱃지 Whitey always tell him, 'Ooh, he speak so well' 백인들은 언제나 말해, '우, 발음 정말 좋군' Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 넌 우리가 멋진 흑인으로 받아들여야하는 사람인가? The acceptable Negro -- hell nah 인정받을 검둥이 - 절대 아니지 But they say, 'These are our heroes' 하지만 그들은 말해 '이들이 우리의 영웅이야' [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play 어, Massa는 우리가 크게 자랄 때까지 돌봐줬어 Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud 오늘날 NBA의 농구선수들은 날 자랑스럽게해 But there's somethin' they don't say 하지만 그들은 무언가 말하지 않지 Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay 언제나 백인 여자들을 학대하다가 걸리고 From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe OJ에서 Kobe까지, 어, Tobe라고 불러볼까 First he played his life cool just like Michael 처음엔 그는 괜찮았지, Michael처럼 Now he rock ice too just like I do 이제 그는 나처럼 너무 보석만 원하고 있어 Yo, you can't do better than that? Yo, 그보다 더 잘할 수 없는거야? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? 화장실 매트를 바로잡는 호텔 종업원이나 되려고? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back 이제 넌 뒤에서 도와주고 있다고 생각했던 스폰서들을 잃었어 Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you 그래, 넌 랩하는 검둥이보다 더하지, 넌 가짜야 You turn around then you shit on Shaq 돌아서서 Shaq에게 욕하다니 Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes 그는 Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes를 알았을걸 He love a little butt crack, got enough cash 자그만 엉덩이를 좋아하고, 돈은 충분해 Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you 버스를 타는 작은 꼬맹이들은 널 존경하면서 To do something for the youth, stupid spoof 미래를 계획하곤 하지, 바보같으니 But you let them use you as an example 하지만 니가 그들의 모범이 되고 있어 They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full 그들은 대표지만, 우리의 영웅들의 손은 꽉 찼어 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles 넌 광대 Homey, 나비 넥타이, 사과 파이, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through 하지만 우린 Bo Jangles가 좋아, 그가 겪은 일을 알거든 But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black 하지만 핑계를 뭘 대는지? 흑인 식으로 얘기하지만 but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque 니 앨범은 마치 상을 위해선 뭐라도 할듯이 들려 You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface 사실을 논하지 않는 넌, 음, Scarface랑 달라 You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe 니가 뭘 느끼는지도 모르지, 너무 안전해 Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it 선거는 왔다 갔어, 정말 열심히 노력했지만 Huh, and in the end we all got dicked 허, 결국에 우린 모두 끝났어 These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot 이들이 우리의 영웅, 감사하게도 공교육 제도는 계속 썩어가고 Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks 경찰들은 계속 우릴 놀리고, 거리에선 좀도둑질이 일어나 Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout 힘을 쥐려고 하는 진짜들 - 그들을 팔아버리네 Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, 그들을 닮아보자 Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Nicky Giovanni 시적인 흑인 여성 Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Jim Brown에서부터 노래 잘부르는 사람들 Fela to Miriam Makeba Fela에서 Miriam Makeba까지 The mirror says you are the next American leader 거울은 니가 다음 미국의 리더라고 하네 So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records 그러니 새로운 'We are the World' 레코드 작업을 승낙하지마 These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records 저 검둥이들은 음반을 팔려고 별짓을 다해 Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC 의식적인 MC가 되는건 유행이기에 But next year, who knows what we'll see? 하지만 내년엔, 무슨 일이 벌어질까? Ha-Ha, these are our heroes 하하, 이들이 우리의 영웅이라네 [Chorus] Nas: 'Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know 그래, 여기서 이름들을 불러주고 싶어 -- 알잖아 the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard 우리들을 도와주고 있는, 정말 열심히하는 크루 Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Tiger Woods에게도. 그래, 멈추지마 Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Cuba Gooding Jr. 에게도. 그래, 알잖아 Tay Diggs what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit Tay Diggs 안녕 내 친구. 그래, 하하, 멈추지마 and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit.' 포기하지마, 멈추지마, 포기하지마 Male Heckler: 'Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie? 그래, 그래, 넌 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper. 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? 지폐뭉치를 봐 Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?' 마치 플레이보이처럼 돌아다니고 있네. 도대체 무슨 짓이야? *overlapping dialogue* Nas: 'I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please 여기서 나가겠어. 자, 실례, 실례 -- 자 Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I got a plane to catch. 리무진에 타야겠어, 여기서 나가겠는걸. 그래, 탈 비행기가 있거든 And I love you back. Ha-Ha yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE.' 나도 너 사랑해. 하하 그래 그래 -- 여기서 나가야겠어. 아하하 -- 피스. Thug Heckler: 'Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky motherfucker!' 이것보라고, 도시에게 되돌려주는 것이 있어야할 거 아냐. 이 건방진 놈아! |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
Nas: 'This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
'이건 모두를 위한 노래가 아냐, 자신이 누군지 알잖아 Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes.' 그래 너, 자신이 누군지 알잖아. 이들은 우리의 영웅.' [Chorus: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 들어보자, 하나는 UPN 9와 WB에 나오는 흑인들을 위해 Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? 'Yes Massa'라고 TV에서 말하는 이들, Wheezy는 어떻게 된거야? Red Fox's는? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Emmy 상을 받진 못했지만 내겐 좋았지 Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 들어보자, 둘은 재주넘기를 하는 흑인들을 위해 'Cause they said they played they parts well 그들은 자신의 맡은 바를 잘 해냈으니까 Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 이제 그들은 캐비어를 바라고, 쇠꼬리를 싫어해 Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 양복 깃에는 Lambda Sigma Phi 뱃지 Whitey always tell him, 'Ooh, he speak so well' 백인들은 언제나 말해, '우, 발음 정말 좋군' Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 넌 우리가 멋진 흑인으로 받아들여야하는 사람인가? The acceptable Negro -- hell nah 인정받을 검둥이 - 절대 아니지 But they say, 'These are our heroes' 하지만 그들은 말해 '이들이 우리의 영웅이야' [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play 어, Massa는 우리가 크게 자랄 때까지 돌봐줬어 Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud 오늘날 NBA의 농구선수들은 날 자랑스럽게해 But there's somethin' they don't say 하지만 그들은 무언가 말하지 않지 Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay 언제나 백인 여자들을 학대하다가 걸리고 From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe OJ에서 Kobe까지, 어, Tobe라고 불러볼까 First he played his life cool just like Michael 처음엔 그는 괜찮았지, Michael처럼 Now he rock ice too just like I do 이제 그는 나처럼 너무 보석만 원하고 있어 Yo, you can't do better than that? Yo, 그보다 더 잘할 수 없는거야? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? 화장실 매트를 바로잡는 호텔 종업원이나 되려고? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back 이제 넌 뒤에서 도와주고 있다고 생각했던 스폰서들을 잃었어 Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you 그래, 넌 랩하는 검둥이보다 더하지, 넌 가짜야 You turn around then you shit on Shaq 돌아서서 Shaq에게 욕하다니 Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes 그는 Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes를 알았을걸 He love a little butt crack, got enough cash 자그만 엉덩이를 좋아하고, 돈은 충분해 Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you 버스를 타는 작은 꼬맹이들은 널 존경하면서 To do something for the youth, stupid spoof 미래를 계획하곤 하지, 바보같으니 But you let them use you as an example 하지만 니가 그들의 모범이 되고 있어 They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full 그들은 대표지만, 우리의 영웅들의 손은 꽉 찼어 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles 넌 광대 Homey, 나비 넥타이, 사과 파이, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through 하지만 우린 Bo Jangles가 좋아, 그가 겪은 일을 알거든 But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black 하지만 핑계를 뭘 대는지? 흑인 식으로 얘기하지만 but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque 니 앨범은 마치 상을 위해선 뭐라도 할듯이 들려 You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface 사실을 논하지 않는 넌, 음, Scarface랑 달라 You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe 니가 뭘 느끼는지도 모르지, 너무 안전해 Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it 선거는 왔다 갔어, 정말 열심히 노력했지만 Huh, and in the end we all got dicked 허, 결국에 우린 모두 끝났어 These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot 이들이 우리의 영웅, 감사하게도 공교육 제도는 계속 썩어가고 Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks 경찰들은 계속 우릴 놀리고, 거리에선 좀도둑질이 일어나 Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout 힘을 쥐려고 하는 진짜들 - 그들을 팔아버리네 Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, 그들을 닮아보자 Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Nicky Giovanni 시적인 흑인 여성 Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Jim Brown에서부터 노래 잘부르는 사람들 Fela to Miriam Makeba Fela에서 Miriam Makeba까지 The mirror says you are the next American leader 거울은 니가 다음 미국의 리더라고 하네 So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records 그러니 새로운 'We are the World' 레코드 작업을 승낙하지마 These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records 저 검둥이들은 음반을 팔려고 별짓을 다해 Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC 의식적인 MC가 되는건 유행이기에 But next year, who knows what we'll see? 하지만 내년엔, 무슨 일이 벌어질까? Ha-Ha, these are our heroes 하하, 이들이 우리의 영웅이라네 [Chorus] Nas: 'Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know 그래, 여기서 이름들을 불러주고 싶어 -- 알잖아 the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard 우리들을 도와주고 있는, 정말 열심히하는 크루 Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Tiger Woods에게도. 그래, 멈추지마 Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Cuba Gooding Jr. 에게도. 그래, 알잖아 Tay Diggs what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit Tay Diggs 안녕 내 친구. 그래, 하하, 멈추지마 and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit.' 포기하지마, 멈추지마, 포기하지마 Male Heckler: 'Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie? 그래, 그래, 넌 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper. 이 도시를 위해 뭘 하고 있지? 지폐뭉치를 봐 Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?' 마치 플레이보이처럼 돌아다니고 있네. 도대체 무슨 짓이야? *overlapping dialogue* Nas: 'I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please 여기서 나가겠어. 자, 실례, 실례 -- 자 Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I got a plane to catch. 리무진에 타야겠어, 여기서 나가겠는걸. 그래, 탈 비행기가 있거든 And I love you back. Ha-Ha yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE.' 나도 너 사랑해. 하하 그래 그래 -- 여기서 나가야겠어. 아하하 -- 피스. Thug Heckler: 'Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky motherfucker!' 이것보라고, 도시에게 되돌려주는 것이 있어야할 거 아냐. 이 건방진 놈아! |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whose world is this
The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whose world is this
The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - 10 Year Anniversary Illmatic Platinum Series [Clean Album Version] (2004)
Whose world is this
The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - 10 Year Anniversary Illmatic Platinum Series [Clean Album Version] (2004)
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock [PR]Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR]Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? To my man Ill Will, God bless your life "It's yours!" To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker "It's yours!" Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR]Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" [PR]Break it down *Pete Rock cuts and scratches "It's yours!"* I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games people play, bust the problems of the world today "It's yours!" Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR]Whose world is this? [Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas]Yeah.. The world is yours, the world is yours [PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" [PR]Break it down |
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from Nas - 10 Year Anniversary Illmatic Platinum Series [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Whose world is this
The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - 10 Year Anniversary Illmatic Platinum Series [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Whose world is this
The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
(nature)
Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me 'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees Starin at my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance >from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless (chorus) All my niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) Niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) (nas) What's me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A f**k but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name >from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see (nature) Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me Niggas wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus (nature) It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this shit animal rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that Chorus 2x |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-31
Subject : Nas - God's Son (Columbia,2002)
