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+N.Y. State of Mind[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah
+Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
+It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
+Yeah—straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
+Where fake niggas don't make it back
+I don't know how to start this shit, yo—now;
+
+[Verse 1]
+Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
+I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition
+Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
+Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme
+Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
+I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
+Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
+I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
+Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
+Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
+G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
+Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
+Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
+Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
+Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and
+I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
+Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit
+Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip
+Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
+Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!"
+Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
+Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
+So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
+And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
+(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
+Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
+And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
+In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
+.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact
+Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
+In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
+So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
+I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock
+And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
+But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
+Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
+It drops deep as it does in my breath
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
+I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind
+[Chorus]
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+
+[Verse 2]
+Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's
+Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
+Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
+Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
+But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
+Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
+Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
+Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta
+In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
+Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
+Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
+From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
+Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
+The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
+And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
+Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
+I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
+Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
+And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
+Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages
+It's only right that I was born to use mics
+And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
+I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
+My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
+The smooth criminal on beat breaks
+Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
+The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
+That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
+I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers
+In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
+Inhale deep like the words of my breath
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
+Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
+[Chorus]
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+New York state of mind
+
+[Outro: Sample]
+"Nasty Nas—"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ether[Produced by Ron Browz]
+[Intro]
+Fuck Jay Z!
+(What's up, niggas?
+Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dog
+You? What?!)
+Fuck Jay Z!
+(You been on my dick, nigga
+You love my style, nigga)
+Fuck Jay Z!
+[Chorus]
+(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
+(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
+(Not) God's Son across the belly
+(Lose) I prove you lost already
+
+[Verse 1]
+Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waitin'
+It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive
+Who's the best: Pac, Nas and B.I.G.? Ain't no best
+East, West, North, South, flossed out, greetings
+I embrace y'all with napalm
+Blows up, no guts left, chest/face gone
+How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage
+Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne!
+I got this locked since '91, I am the truest
+Name a rapper that I ain't influenced
+Gave y'all chapters, but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
+With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
+Check it
+[Chorus]
+(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
+(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
+(Not) God's Son across the belly
+(Lose) I prove you lost already
+
+[Interlude 1]
+Ayo, pass me the weed!
+Put my ashes out on these niggas, man
+Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel
+And kiss the motherfuckin' ring!
+[Chorus]
+(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
+(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
+(Not) God's Son across the belly
+(Lose) I prove you lost already
+
+[Verse 2]
+I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
+Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
+Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
+Talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face
+Y'all some well-wishers, friendly-acting, envy-hiding snakes
+With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
+When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
+That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef
+Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
+To explode it on a camel and his soldiers
+I can handle this for dolo, and his manuscript just sound stupid
+When KRS already made an album called Blueprint (Dick!)
+First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say
+That you better than B.I.G
+Dick-suckin' lips, why don't you let the late great veteran live?
+[Interlude 2]
+I… will… not… lose
+God's son across the belly
+I prove you lost already
+The king is back, where my crown at?
+Ill Will, rest in peace!
+Let's do it, niggas!
+
+[Chorus]
+(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
+(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
+(Not) God's Son across the belly
+(Lose) I prove you lost already
+[Verse 3]
+Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
+What's sad is I love you, ‘cause you're my brother
+You traded your soul for riches
+My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
+And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it
+You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
+Were you abused as a child?
+Scared to smile? They called you ugly?
+Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
+Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
+In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building
+Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
+All I did was give you a style for you to run with
+Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
+Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
+No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case
+Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase
+You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
+I still whip yo' ass, you 36 in a karate class?
+You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic?
+Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge?
+Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn though
+That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
+Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
+Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
+Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
+And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
+Put it together: I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
+And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas
+Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
+In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
+Foxy got you hot ‘cause you kept your face in her puss
+What you think, you gettin' girls now ‘cause of your looks?
+Ne-gro, please! You no-mustache-havin'
+With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you whack
+And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
+You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane
+To Irv, to B.I.G. – and Eminem murdered you on your own shit
+You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
+Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons! Ha!
+R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
+J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
+Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick
+Shawn Carter to Jay-Z – damn, you on Jaz dick!
+So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick
+How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
+Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
+You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s a Bitch[Produced by L.E.S. & Nas]
+
+[Intro: AZ and Nas]
+Ayo, what's up, what's up?
+Let's keep it real, son, count this money
+You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah
+Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+‘Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
+The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
+I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right?
+Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Yo, then what, man, what?!
+[Verse 1: AZ]
+Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
+Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
+And my mentality is money-orientated
+I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
+‘Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
+But somethin' must've got in us, ‘cause all of us turned to sinners
+Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
+Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition
+Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us
+'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
+Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go
+But as long as we leavin' thievin'
+We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
+So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
+Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
+Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
+‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die
+[Chorus: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin'
+The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
+My physical frame is celebrated ‘cause I made it
+One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created
+Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
+Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
+My skull, ‘cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
+Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
+When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
+Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
+Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash
+And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash
+Now it's all about cash in abundance
+Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
+I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!"
+That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
+Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
+I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
+Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
+Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
+[Chorus: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+[Trumpet Outro: Olu Dara]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World Is Yours[Produced by Pete Rock]
+[Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas]
+(It's yours)
+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 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?
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then
+Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
+To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement
+Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
+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 Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete
+Whether cruisin' 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: Pete Rock + Nas]
+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 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?
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+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 housing 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 when sellin' smoke pays
+While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays
+Of holy water, odds against Nas is 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 in right direction
+How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre?
+You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?
+[Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas]
+(It's 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 yours)
+It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
+Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
+It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
+(It's yours)
+
+[Bridge]
+Break it down
+It's yours, it's yours
+It's yours, it's yours
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
+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, 1,000 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
+Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
+Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can 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 loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
+Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play
+Bust the problems of the world today
+[Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas]
+(It's 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 yours)
+It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (Yeah)
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
+(It's yours)
+
+[Outro: Nas & Pete Rock]
+(Break it down) Yeah, aight
+To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours)
+The world is yours
+To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours)
+The world is yours
+To everybody in Brooklyn
+Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours)
+The world is yours
+Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours)
+Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours)
+Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours)
+South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours)
+AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Message[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
+Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
+You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
+Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
+96 ways I made out, Montana way
+The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
+Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
+A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay
+Red dot plots, murder schemes
+32 shotguns, regulate with my dunns
+17 rocks gleam from one ring
+They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
+There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
+The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen
+Antera spinnin' on millenniums
+20 G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em
+Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline
+Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec
+To chase the Henny, wet any clique with the semi TEC
+Who want it? Diamonds I flaunt it
+Chickenheads flock I lace 'em, fried broiled with basil taste 'em
+Crack the legs way out of formation
+It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon
+Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
+Grab your gun, it's on though
+Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
+With the broke MAC that won't spray right
+Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit
+Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit
+Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
+[Refrain]
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+I peeped you frontin'
+I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
+Across the street you was wildin'
+Talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89
+Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
+I cocked the baby 9, that nigga grave be mine
+Clanked him—what was he thinkin'?
+On my corner when it's pay-me time
+Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin
+Somethin' told me "Plug him!"
+So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
+Spun around and shot one
+Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one
+Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
+Then they came askin' me my name
+What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through
+Left the hospital that same night, what
+Got my gat back, time to backtrack
+I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped?
+Black was in the Jeep watchin'
+All he seen speed by was a brown Datsun
+And yo, nobody in my hood got one
+That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
+The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
+So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
+Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
+Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
+We used to score together uptown coppin' the raw
+But, uh—a thug changes and love changes
+And best friends become strangers (Word up)
+[Refrain 2]
+Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
+Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
+Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
+Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
+Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
+Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
+Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
+There ain't an army that could strike back
+
+[Outro: Nas & (AZ)]
+Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas
+Gettin' it on in the world, you know?
+To them niggas that's locked down
+Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
+To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
+Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
+9-6 shit, The Firm clique
+Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though
+It's been a long time comin'
+Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy
+Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo
+(They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
+Bring the shit, man! Live, man!
+(Fuck that son, word up) 9-6 shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard to Tell[Produced by Large Professor]
+
+[Verse 1]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
+The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
+My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
+Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
+‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 2]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop
+Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
+It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
+Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
+[Verse 3]
+This rhythmatic explosion
+Is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again
+Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
+Vocals will squeeze Glocks
+MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love[Produced by Q-Tip]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
+When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
+Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
+Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son
+I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough
+He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
+I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too
+Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
+It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
+Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's
+And night time is more trife than ever
+What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?
+If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my nigga when push came to shove
+(One what?) One love!
+
+[Hook: Q-Tip]
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York the same shit is goin' on
+The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'
+That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
+Like he hurtin' somethin'
+Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
+And he be pumpin' on your block
+Your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever
+Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
+But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
+Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
+Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
+When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next V-I
+I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
+Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey
+So stay civilized, time flies
+Though incarcerated your mind dies
+I hate it when your moms cries
+It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
+I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love
+[Hook: Q-Tip]
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world, thinkin'
+"How can we exist through the facts?"
+Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects
+I take my pen and pad for the weekend
+Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'
+A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
+You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
+Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
+Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
+Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops"
+He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
+So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
+We was chillin' on these benches
+Where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
+Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit
+I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
+‘Cause when the pistol blows
+The one that's murdered be the cool one
+Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
+Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up
+At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed
+Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
+Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze
+Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
+[Hook: Q-Tip]
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+To all my niggas locked up
+From Queensbridge and all over
+To my man [Goon?], one love
+To my man Herb, one love
+To my man [Lake Gucciano?], one love
+Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big [Bo?], one love
+To [Oogie?], yeah, one loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)[Produced by Rashad Smith & Trackmasters]
+
+[Intro: Nas]
+Life, I wonder
+Will it take me under?
+I don't know
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Imagine smoking weed in the street without cops harassing
+Imagine going to court with no trial
+Lifestyle, cruising blue Bahama waters, no welfare supporters
+More conscious of the way we raise our daughters
+Days are shorter, nights are colder
+Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
+The world's hot, my son got knocked, evidently
+It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
+Trooping out of state for a plate of knowledge
+If coke was cooked without the garbage
+We'd all have the top dollars
+Imagine everybody flashing fashion, designer clothes
+Lacing your clique up with diamond Roles
+Your people holding dough, no parole, no rubbers
+Go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers
+Just some thoughts for the mind
+I take a glimpse into time
+Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)]
+If I ruled the world (Imagine that)
+I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
+Black diamonds and pearls
+(Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?)
+If I ruled the world
+(Still living for today, in these last days and times)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The way to be: Paradise life, relaxin'
+Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
+Armani Exchange, the Range
+Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
+Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in a iller path
+The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
+Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
+So many years of depression make me vision
+The better living, type of place to raise kids in
+Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul
+But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
+Seeing things like I was controlling, clique rolling
+Tricking six digits on kicks and still holding
+Trips to Paris, I'd civilize every savage
+Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish
+Political prisoners set free, stress free
+No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
+Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
+I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities
+And reverse fiends to Willies
+It sound foul, but every girl I meet'd go down-town
+I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)]
+If I ruled the world (Imagine that)
+I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
+Black diamonds and pearls
+(Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?)
+If I ruled the world
+(Still living for today, in these last days and times)
+
+[Bridge: Lauryn Hill]
+And then we'll walk right up to the sun
+Hand in hand
+We'll walk right up to the sun
+We won't land
+We'll walk right up to the sun
+Hand in hand
+We'll walk right up to the sun
+We won't land
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+You love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
+Ducked down in car seats, heat's mandatory
+Running from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes
+These are the breaks, many mistakes go down outta state
+Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight
+Trying to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe
+Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cocked hammer
+Making moves in Atlanta, back-and-forth scrambler
+‘Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
+Still, nobody want a nigga having shit
+If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit
+I push a Q-45 Infinit(i)
+It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felony
+Strictly living longevity to the destiny
+I thought I'd never see, but reality struck
+Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck?
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)]
+If I ruled the world (Imagine that)
+I'd free all my sons,I love 'em, love 'em, baby
+Black diamonds and pearls
+(Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?)
+If I ruled the world
+(Still living for today, in these last days and times)
+If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled (Imagine that)
+I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled
+I love 'em, love 'em baby
+Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds
+(Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine)
+If I ruled the world
+(Still living for today, in these last days and times)
+
+[Outro: Lauryn Hill]
+If I ruled the world, if I ruled
+If I ruled, I'd free all my sons
+Black diamonds, I love 'em love 'em baby
+Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled
+If I ruled the world
+If I ruled the world
+I love 'em, love 'em baby!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Represent[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Chorus]
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+
+[Verse 1]
+Straight up, shit is real
+And any day could be your last in the jungle
+Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
+The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
+Who don't care, guzzling beers
+We all stare at the out-of-towners
+(Aiyyo, yo, who that?) They better break North
+Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
+The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
+The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us
+And killer coppers even come through in helicopters
+I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
+The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
+Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em
+And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods
+I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
+Nas is a rebel of the street corner
+Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure
+[Chorus]
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
+Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
+Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
+When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
+Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
+Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
+This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
+The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
+‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts
+So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
+The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
+The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
+Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
+Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
+Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
+Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's
+
+[Chorus]
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+[Verse 3]
+No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about
+Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
+Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne
+I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
+Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
+If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
+We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
+Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
+Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand
+Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man
+But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam
+Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop
+Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow
+Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit
+My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
+It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
+'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love
+
+[Chorus]
+Represent y'all, represent
+Represent y'all, represent
+Represent y'all, represent
+Represent y'all, represent
+[Outro]
+One time for your mothafuckin' mind
+This goes out to everybody in New York
+That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over
+To my man Big Will, he's still here
+The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S
+Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
+My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse
+The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid
+Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies
+My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie
+Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD
+And my man Preemo from Gang Starr
+'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)
+Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though!
+[Nas' posse]
+Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!
+You bitch ass motherfuckers!
+Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker!
+Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back
+That's just a warm up
+‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybodyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nas Is Like[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is;
+Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like)
+Umm, Premo, Nas
+Yeah, yeah, yo
+(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is;
+Nas is like)
+[Verse 1]
+Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born
+Same time a man is murdered—the beginning and end
+As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain
+My plateau and also what defines my name
+First it was Nasty, but times have changed
+Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain
+I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
+Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine
+Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane?
+That depends, carry MAC-10s to practice my aim
+On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
+Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
+Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
+To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
+To the big dogs living large, taking it light
+Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life
+It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
+Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked
+Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt
+And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas, Nas, Nas)
+[Chorus]
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh)
+No doubt
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh)
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh)
+No doubt (Uh)
+
+[Verse 2]
+(Nas is like) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires
+Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
+Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
+Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
+(Nas is like) Iron Mike, messiah type
+Before the Christ, after the death, the last one left
+Let my cash invest in stock
+Came a long way from blasting TECs on blocks
+Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
+From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
+Dimes giving fellatio, siete zeros
+Bet my 9 spit for the pesos
+But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth
+Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
+They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
+Before my number's called, history's made
+Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
+Making choices that determine my future under the sky
+To rob, steal or kill, I'm wondering why
+It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
+Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
+Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is
+[Chorus]
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (C'mon)
+No doubt
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing
+No doubt (Uh)
+
+[Verse 3]
+(Nas is like) Sex to a nympho, but nothing sweet
+I'm like beef, busting heat through your windows
+I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather
+Like Greeks in Egypt, learning something deep from they teachers
+I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for
+Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for
+I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
+Corporate accounts from a rich company
+I'm like ecstasy for ladies
+I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam
+Bulletproof Hummer man
+I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam
+I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
+I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
+Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up
+Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now
+[Chorus]
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing
+No doubt
+Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing
+No doubt (Uh); Nas is likeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Memory Lane (Sittin’ in da Park)[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+Aight, fuck that shit! Word, word
+Fuck that other shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
+We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
+Y'know what I'm sayin'?
+(Stay up on that shit)
+Keep it on and on and on and on and
+Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?
+(It's like…) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dun!
+
+[Verse 1]
+I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
+Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
+Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
+I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
+Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
+My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
+Sentence begins indented with formality
+My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology
+Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
+I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
+I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
+Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
+It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
+Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes
+Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap
+With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
+No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
+For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
+Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo
+With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
+(Peace, God!) Peace, God – now the shit is explained
+I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
+It's like that, y'all…
+[Chorus]
+"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+
+[Verse 2]
+One for the money
+Two for pussy and foreign cars
+Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
+I rap divine, God
+Check the prognosis: Is it real or showbiz?
+My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
+Live amongst no roses, only the drama
+For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
+Here's my basis; my razor embraces many faces
+You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
+Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
+And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
+My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
+I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
+Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
+Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
+My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
+I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
+Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
+I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace"
+I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
+They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black
+Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
+Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
+Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
+Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
+True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein
+I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
+[Chorus]
+"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+
+[Outro: DJ Premier scratching]
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"The most dangerous MC is…"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"The most dangerous MC is…"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"The most dangerous MC is…"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"The most dangerous MC is…"
+"Me number one, and you know where me from"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Halftime[Produced by Large Professor]
+
+[Intro]
+(Right… Right…)
+Check me out y'all
+Nasty Nas in your area
+About to cause mass hysteria
+
+[Verse 1]
+Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
+Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
+You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
+That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever
+King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
+Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager
+‘Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass
+40-side is the place that is givin' me grace
+Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
+And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
+And ain't a damn thing gonna change, I'm a performer, strange
+So the mic warmer was born to gain
+Nas, why did you do it?
+You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme
+It's halftime
+
+[Chorus]
+(Right…) It's halftime
+(Right…) Aiyyo, it's halftime
+(Right…) It's halftime
+(Right…) Yeah, it's about halftime
+This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel
+[Verse 2]
+It's like that, you know it's like that
+I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
+When I attack, there ain't a army that could strike back
+So I react, never calmly on a hype track
+I set it off with my own rhyme
+‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
+I max like cassettes, I flex like sex
+In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
+I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
+When I was young, I was a fan of The Jackson 5
+I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
+With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
+Nasty Nas has to rise ‘cause I'm wise
+This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
+Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'
+But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
+Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
+And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man
+I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
+I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
+I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
+Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
+But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual of rap
+I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
+These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
+‘Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man
+Am I in place with the bass and format?
+Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
+And next time I rhyme, I be foul
+Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
+I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
+Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime
+[Chorus]
+(Right…) It's halftime
+(Right…) Exhale, check it, it's halftime
+(Right…) It's halftime
+(Right…) It's real in the field
+Word life, check it
+
+[Verse 3]
+I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song
+Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
+And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
+Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it
+‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
+I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third
+But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
+I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée
+Puttin' hits on 5-0
+‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
+And biters can't come near
+And yo, go to Hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
+I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
+That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
+This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten
+Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and
+The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
+Ill Will, rest in peace, yo I'm out
+[Outro]
+(Right…) It's still halftime
+(Right…) To the Queensbridge crew
+To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime
+(Right…) '92, it's halftime
+(Right…) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost
+Halftime…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Affirmative Action[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters]
+[Intro: AZ]
+This is what, this what they want, huh?
+This is what it's all about?
+Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son
+They just don't understand, you kna'mean?
+Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man
+Niggas don't understand the four devils
+Lust, envy, hate, jealousy—wicked niggas, man
+
+[Verse 1: AZ]
+Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact
+Sip your con-gi-ac
+And let's all wash this money through this laundromat
+Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar
+In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler
+Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
+Catch 'em and break
+Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
+The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
+Roam in your own zone
+Or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
+We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
+Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown
+Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
+See me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
+[Verse 2: Cormega]
+Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
+My destiny's to be the new boss
+That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
+That nigga's dead on, a ki of heroin
+They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
+I put the hit out
+Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
+In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
+Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up
+Bring your heater, all your cream go between us
+Real shit, my Desert Eagle got an ill grip
+I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
+My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
+Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
+Yukons and ninja black Lexus
+'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections
+It's The Firm, nigga, set it!
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury
+I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
+And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
+It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate
+And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shit
+It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
+My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
+Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
+Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me
+I'll be flooded with ice, so Hell fire can't scorch me
+Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars
+Your top papi Señor Escobar
+[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
+In the black Camaro, Firm deep
+All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
+Wallabee's be the apparel
+Through the darkest tunnel
+I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle
+In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
+E Money bags got Moët Chandon
+Bundle of sixty-two
+They ain't got a clue what we about to do
+My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar
+Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
+I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
+Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera
+Be The Firm, baby, from BK to the Bridge, my nigga Wiz
+Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
+I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
+Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh
+We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
+The gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
+Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan
+On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal
+And Baba Shallah spoke
+Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
+Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though
+Flippin' the bigger picture
+The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper
+He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
+We got to flee to Panama, but wait, it's half-and-half
+Ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
+32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16
+Double it, times three, we got 48, which mean a whole lot of cream
+Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to 16
+Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
+So let's see, if we flip this other ki
+Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
+Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
+Now triple that times three
+We got three quarters of another ki
+[Outro: Foxy Brown]
+The Firm, baby, Vol. 1EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Mic[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas]
+
+[Intro]
+One time, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
+One nigga front, my face on the front page
+Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
+One God to show me how to do things his son did
+Pure, like a cup of virgin blood
+Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
+Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit
+Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics
+Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
+Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
+Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us
+One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?
+But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
+Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken
+Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in
+Blackin' out as I shoot back—fuck gettin' hit!
+This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
+'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
+Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb
+We need more warriors soon
+Sent from the stars, sun and the moon
+In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
+Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors
+If you really think you ready to die with 9s out
+This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now!
+[Chorus]
+Yo, all I need is one mic
+All I need is one mic (that's all I need)
+All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas)
+All I need is one mic (yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen
+One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin
+Matter of fact, maybe more than one
+Look back at all the hatred against me—fuck all of them!
+Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots
+From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32
+Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17
+27 hit your crew, six went into you
+Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
+Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
+Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs
+My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air
+I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times
+Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many 9s
+If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
+Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty
+There's nothin' in our way: they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
+Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut
+That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down
+'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now!
+[Chorus]
+All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)
+All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world)
+All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know)
+All I need is one mic (this is all I need)
+
+[Verse 3]
+All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man
+What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
+Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical
+Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
+Wonder what my secrets is
+Niggas'll move on you only if they know what your weakness is
+I have none, too late to grab guns
+I'm blastin' ‘cause I'm a cool nigga
+Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas
+What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'
+War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'
+Complete with thick scars
+Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards
+Drama, where does it start?
+You know the block was ill as a youngster
+Every night it was like a cop'll get killed
+Body found in the dumpster
+For real a hustler, purchased my Range
+Niggas throwin' dirt on my name
+Jealous ‘cause fiends got they work and complain
+Bitches left me ‘cause they thought I was finished
+Shoulda knew she wasn't true
+She came to me when her man caught a sentence
+Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes
+Movin' with a change of pace
+Lighter load, see now the king is straight
+Swellin' my melon ‘cause none of these niggas real
+Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?
+This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found
+You need some soul-searchin', the time is now
+[Chorus]
+All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)
+All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry)
+All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Daughters[Produced by No I.D.]
+
+[Intro]
+Check it out
+I call it, yeah, yeah
+
+[Hook]
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters
+
+[Verse 1]
+I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
+Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage
+Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase?
+Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised
+Like a princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
+Plus she's seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp shit
+She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
+So if her husband is a gangster, can't be mad, I'll love him
+Never, for her I want better, homie in jail – dead that
+Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head's at
+Niggas got game, they be tryna live
+He seen your Mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
+Although you real, plus a honest kid
+Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
+You seventeen, I got a problem with it
+She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure
+But she rockin' with it
+[Hook]
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+Not sayin' that our sons are less important
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+Not sayin' that our sons are less important
+
+[Verse 2]
+This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
+This social network said: "Nas, go and get your kid!"
+She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon' post no pic
+Of herself underdressed – no inappropriate shit, right?
+Her mother cried when she answered
+Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
+A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram'd it
+At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
+I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
+Should've drove more time to school with her
+I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
+Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
+To public school, they're too nurture teen talents
+They grow fast, one day she's your little princess
+Next day she's talkin' boy business – what is this?
+They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
+God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
+[Hook]
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+Not sayin' that our sons are less important
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+For my brothers with daughters, I call this
+Not sayin' that our sons are less important
+
+[Verse 3]
+And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up
+But I just wanna see you dream up
+I finally understand
+It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
+Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
+How fathers feel for they daughters
+When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
+When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
+‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
+LoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cherry Wine[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+[Chorus: Amy Winehouse]
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I want someone who like the champagne I like, my a-alike
+Someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night
+She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life
+Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life
+'Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before
+She loves art, she ride out with me on my music tour
+She like the herb's natural medicine, she cookin' good
+She tell me everything is cool when it ain't lookin' good
+For real, the world so ill, yo, I want a girl so real
+Who not after material wealth but get dough still
+Or maybe an educator, a lady with etiquette
+Who can be from out the hood or even work for the president
+As long as there’s no selfishness
+Yes, as long as her love for the people is deep-rooted and evident
+You can be easily recruited, you’re heaven-sent
+Your smile put me at ease
+You’re the woman I need, but where is she?
+[Chorus: Amy Winehouse]
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I hate when people write me hostile texts
+On account of my lifestyle's perception
+Invade my personal life? Out of the question
+What are they expectin'?
+I be tryin' to reply and they never suppose I get my quiet time in?
+They think forever I’m rollin' in dough, swimmin' in a pool of cash
+God, wouldn’t they know or am I a fool to ask?
+I’m well known, got people comin' at me mad
+I had to tell homes, I don’t keep a cell phone, my bad
+I drag off the L and try to silence it
+The noise in my head, the curse of the talented
+Strong communicator, vagabond
+I'd gallivant around the Equator, if that would get me off the radar
+It's so intense, I'm on my Lilo & Stitch
+Pour my Pinot Grigio and Cris' with some lime, what is this?
+An immaculate version of "Me & My Bitch" by Biggie
+With all respect, 'cause you the only one that gets me
+[Chorus: Amy Winehouse]
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine
+Everything’s good, everything’s fine
+Yeah, yeah, we bring it every time
+Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
+Yeah, hey yo, Salaam
+Yeah, I think they know the time
+Everything’s good, everything’s fine
+Yeah, pour a little cherry wine, yeah
+Life is good, life is good, yeah
+Life is good, no matter what, life is good
+Life is good, life is good, yeah
+No matter what, life is good
+[Chorus: Amy Winehouse]
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+Where is he, the man who was just like me?
+Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
+And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherry
+Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
+I wanna go through my red and my cherryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Can[Intro: Children's Choir]
+I know I can
+Be what I wanna be
+If I work hard at it
+I'll be where I wanna be
+I know I can (I know I can)
+Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Be, b-boys and girls, listen up
+You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
+An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
+But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice
+Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
+She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
+Singing songs, Lena Horne, but the younger version
+Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin
+Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
+Could've died, so young, now looks ugly and old
+No fun 'cause now when she reaches for hugs, people hold they breath
+'Cause she smells of corrosion and death
+Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
+'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
+So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
+Put your hands in the air, and take the vow
+[Chorus x2]
+I know I can (I know I can)
+Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Be, b-boys and girls, listen again
+This is for grown-looking girls who's only 10
+The ones who watch videos and do what they see
+As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
+Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
+You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
+Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
+Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
+Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
+You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
+Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
+You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice
+You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
+Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
+Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
+If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
+
+[Chorus x2]
+I know I can (I know I can)
+Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
+[Verse 3]
+Be, be-fore we came to this country
+We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
+There was empires in Africa called Kush
+Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
+To learn from black teachers, who taught Greeks and Romans
+Asian Arabs and gave them gold, when
+Gold was converted to money it all changed
+Money then became empowerment for Europeans
+The Persian military invaded
+They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
+Africa was almost robbed naked
+Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
+Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
+He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
+Shot up they nose to impose what basically
+Still goes on today, you see?
+If the truth is told, the youth can grow
+They learn to survive until they gain control
+Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
+Read more, learn more, change the globe
+Ghetto children, do your thing
+Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
+Young princess, when you get your wedding ring
+Your man will sing, "She's my Queeeeeen"
+[Chorus x2]
+I know I can (I know I can)
+Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
+
+[Outro]
+Save the music, y'all
+Save the music, y'all
+Save the music, y'all
+Save the music, y'all
+Save the music
+[Produced by Salaam Remi]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Made Nas Proud [Let Nas Down Remix][Intro]
+Freedom or jail, clips inserted
+A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered
+The beginning and end, as far as rap goes
+It's only natural, I explain my plateau
+And also what defines my name
+
+[Hook: J. Cole (Sampled)]
+Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
+Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
+Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
+No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is hauntin'
+Along comes a one son called a offspring
+The Earth spins, my Old Earth grin, sung a church hymn
+She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins
+I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, lead out
+Screams got in the game and took bread out
+The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel
+Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
+'Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
+But I passed them niggas, just bein' nasty, nigga
+Military hat, fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up
+Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen
+Straight off the corner with the armor, Arm and Hammer
+But I had a appeal, I was a charmer
+Yet still bein' my mama's son was my biggest honor
+This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
+We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's
+But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
+And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin' mad
+But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad
+At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
+And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
+Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
+They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes
+And when they joint tanked, that's when they point blame
+So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same
+The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures
+A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it
+Radio records are needed, I just wanted it to bring the warnin'
+Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin'
+That's some advice I never got
+If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock
+While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
+That if you say what's on ya mind, you can stand the test of time
+Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, saw you live, rock the crowd
+Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
+[Bridge: Nas]
+So you ain't let Nas down
+It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
+You ain't let Nas down
+How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin', nigga
+You ain't let Nas down
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
+Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
+Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
+Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hate Me Now[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters]
+
+[Intro: Nas and Puff Daddy]
+Escobar Season has returned
+It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
+It's life or death for me now
+But you know, there's no turnin' back now
+This is what makes me, this is what I am
+Feel me? Let's go
+
+[Chorus 1: Puff Daddy and Nas]
+You can hate me now, (Q.B.)
+But I won't stop now (Real niggas)
+'Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts)
+You can hate me now (C'mon)
+But I won't stop now
+'Cause I can't stop now
+You can hate me now
+You can hate me now
+
+[Ad-lib over Chorus: Puff Daddy (Nas)]
+Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too
+It's as simple as that
+Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die!
+You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
+Go down any way you want it to go down (do it now)
+Weak, jealous motherfuckers! (do it now, do it now)
+Fuck y'all!
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
+Ice that I wear, flows that I try
+Close your eyes, picture me rollin', Sixes, money foldin'
+Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya
+Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner
+Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater
+Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
+Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper
+Almost a decade, quite impressive
+Most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for
+Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams
+But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens
+Want me off the scene fast, but good things last
+Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash
+First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects
+But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest
+
+[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy]
+Money is power, motherfucker!
+I got millions of thugs on salary
+
+[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy]
+You can hate me now, (I won't stop)
+But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
+'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me)
+You can hate me now (I hate you too)
+But I won't stop now (You can hate me now)
+'Cause I can't stop now (Cmon)
+You can hate me now (You can hate me now)
+You can hate me now
+[Ad-Libs: Nas and Puff Daddy]
+Do it now! I told you, do it now!
+Let's go
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+You wanna hate me, then hate me; what can I do
+But keep gettin' money? Funny, I was just like you
+I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it
+Now y'all sayin': "That's a clever nigga, nothin' to play with."
+Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same OG
+People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
+Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us
+Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us
+My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you?
+Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too
+Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code
+Gucci this, Fendi that – what you expect, ho?
+Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold
+Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know
+Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest?
+Think we all know the answer to that, 'cause niggas feel this, right?
+
+[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy]
+You think I'ma come this far
+And let you niggas stop me now?
+I hate you too!
+[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy]
+You can hate me now, (I won't stop)
+But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
+'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me)
+You can hate me now (I hate you too)
+But I won't stop now (You can hate me now)
+'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now)
+You can hate me now
+You can hate me now
+
+[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy]
+I like this, I like the way this feels
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+It's a thin line between paper and hate
+Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights
+Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come
+Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
+Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
+Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
+Took a little time to claim my spot
+Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord
+Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors
+Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws
+Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks
+Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' them up
+Niggas fear what they don't understand
+Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just the fury of man
+Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin'
+I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon!
+
+[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy]
+You ain't never seen a nigga like me ever in your life
+And that's what you can't understand!
+
+[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy]
+You can hate me now, (I won't stop)
+But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
+'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me)
+You can hate me now (I hate you too)
+But I won't stop now (You can hate me now)
+'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now)
+You can hate me now
+You can hate me now
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy and Nas]
+You can hate me now, (C'mon, niggas!)
+But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!)
+It ain't gon' never stop, niggas!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Don[Produced by Heavy D, Da Internz & Salaam Remi]
+[Intro: Super Cat]
+He's the heartbeat of the people
+The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people
+The people who cannot afford to go to big concert
+Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
+Some of them can afford a radio
+So the only thing they can listen to is the music
+People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people
+Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality
+
+[Sample from "Dance Inna New York" by Super Cat]
+New York girl, dem a mad over we
+New York girl, dem a mad over we
+New York girl, dem a mad over we
+New York girl, dem a mad over we
+
+[Chorus: Sample from "Dance Inna New York" by Super Cat (Nas)]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
+Inna New York City-city, New York City-city (YEAH!)
+(YEAH!) New York City-city, New York City-city
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
+Hope I don't catch a homo
+Grossing our net, simultaneously making me climb higher
+Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me, fuck sadness
+Had this been you having this lavish
+Habitual happiness, at me you wouldn’t look backwards
+You would have sex on condominium roof decks
+So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two TECs
+Rocking Roberto Cavalli, no shirt on, convertible Mazi
+My Colombiana mommy riding beside me
+Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body
+I’ll have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty
+My niggas is ignant, put lead in your pigment
+Just 'cause y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it
+In '97 the six, '98 the Bentley
+Now it’s the Ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but
+[Chorus: Super Cat sample (Nas)]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
+Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
+New York City-city, New York City-city (yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Army jacket swag, army jacket green and black
+With the square top pocket that snaps
+Where the gas at?
+Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your ass crack
+I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at
+Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack
+I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
+Cutting school where Preme team and Fat Cat was at
+Future not crystal clear yet, Baccarat
+Now I'm the one who repping Queens
+Way beyond your wildest dreams
+Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
+That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
+Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen
+I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine
+I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
+Although he’s on to another chapter
+Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, raaaahhh
+[Chorus: Super Cat sample]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
+Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
+New York City-city, New York City-city
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yeah, yeah
+New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
+The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens
+It's all about surviving
+Same old two-step, try to stay alive when they be out robbing
+I been out rhyming since born knowledge
+Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar
+Worth more than the blood of a martyr, so I'ma
+Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars
+Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
+Love model chocha, mommy pop it like she 'pose to
+Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
+Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
+Mini me's you can hold up
+Before you end up wet up from my soldier
+Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
+This for every ghetto in the hood
+Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood
+[Chorus: Super Cat sample]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
+Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
+New York City-city, New York City-city, New York...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+​everything[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & The-Dream]
+You'll live, and you'll learn
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+You'll love, and you'll learn
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+
+[Chorus: Kanye West]
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+
+[Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West]
+Dark boy, don't you cry
+There's too much life left in those eyes
+Don't you let that face go waterfall
+Don't you learn to love your scars and all?
+Dark boy, don't you die
+They're just human, let them lie
+You just know your world and speak your truth
+Let them come to you
+For you'll love, in your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+This is your call, there are no wrongs
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+[Chorus: Kanye West]
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything, I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts
+Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother
+You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him
+To my life, your life pales in comparison
+So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God
+Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
+Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture
+You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
+That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel
+Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest
+You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that
+We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac
+People do anything to be involved in everything
+Inclusion is a hell of a drug
+Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life
+And never have enough
+
+[Chorus: Kanye West]
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+From the birth of a child, the world is foul
+Excursions of a searchin' child
+Should learn to take nothin' personal
+A parent hates to watch his baby's face
+Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great
+The child's introduction to suffering and pain
+Understands without words, nothin' is explained
+Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face
+Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"
+"Why'd you let them inject me?"
+"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
+Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
+If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me
+I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso
+Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position
+Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin'
+Said, "Screw that bus!" – boycotted that bus outta business
+The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison
+
+[Chorus: Kanye West]
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi
+In Italy, I'm Eduardo Vaccari
+But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur
+And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure
+My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion
+It was a haunted by dead rich whites
+Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ
+Circular driveways, black cars and black ice
+My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money
+Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny
+Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria
+What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior
+Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky
+It was important to a guy who was mob-minded
+Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me
+I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money
+Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats
+Just to remind me, just to inspire me
+To stay focused, it's a real sick society
+Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me
+I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
+Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
+Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action
+To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West and The-Dream]
+You'll live, and you'll learn
+See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+You'll live, and you'll learn
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+
+[Chorus: Kanye West]
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+
+[Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West]
+Dark boy, don't you cry
+There's too much life left in those eyes
+Don't you let that face go waterfall
+Don't you learn to love your scars and all
+Dark boy, don't you die
+They're just human, let them lie
+You just know your world and speak your truth
+And let them come to you
+For you'll love, in your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+This is your call, there are no wrongs
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Time 4 Your Mind[Produced by Large Professor]
+
+[Intro: Nas + Grand Wizard]
+Yeah, it's Illmatic
+Yeah
+Yeah, it's Illmatic
+Yeah
+Yeah, it's Illmatic
+Haha, haha, check it
+[Chorus 1: Grand Wizard + Nas]
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Yo, whatever
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Aiyyo, Nas? Kick that fuckin' rhyme!
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Check it out
+When I'm chillin', I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
+And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
+Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
+Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
+After bein' blessed by the herb's essence
+I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds
+That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin'
+Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection
+Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
+Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G
+I try to stay mellow, rock, well, a cappella rhymes'll
+Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella
+Go get your crew, hops, I'm prepared to bomb troops
+Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes
+When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop
+Known for rockin' microphones and twistin' off a 40 top
+[Chorus 2: Grand Wizard + Nas]
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+It sounds clever
+Aiyyo, Nas? Fuck that, man, that shit was phat
+But kick that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that!
+Right, right
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+What up niggas, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain
+I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that, I'm chillin'
+I'm tryin' to get this money, God
+You know the hard times, kid
+Shit, cold, be starvin' make you wanna do crimes, kid
+But I'ma lamp ‘cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
+Niggas catchin' 3 to 9's, Muslims yellin' "Free the mind"
+And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
+As a kid, when I would say that outta town, niggas chased us
+But now, I know the time, got a older mind
+Plus control a 9, fine, see, now I represent mine
+I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
+Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me
+Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker
+My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
+Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates
+Floatin' like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
+Never plan to stop, when I write, my hand is hot
+And expand the lot from the Wiz to Camelot
+The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pah
+I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
+From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
+I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
+My brain is incarcerated
+Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided
+I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend
+I contact eleven L's and max in heaven
+[Chorus 3: Grand Wizard + Nas]
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+It sounds clever
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time 4 your mind, one time
+Yo, from '92 to '99
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah
+Know what I’m sayin'?
+But check it, you got another verse for me
+I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Kick that shit for the projectsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Adam and Eve[Verse 1: Nas]
+The ghetto Othello, the Moor
+Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
+Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure
+Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure
+Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it
+It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword
+Journey far, learn who you can be
+But you can learn who you are when you around family
+Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle
+My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little
+They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
+Pray my sins don't get passed to my children
+I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning star
+Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
+I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all
+Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen
+
+[Chorus: The-Dream]
+Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
+Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The ghosts of gangsters dance
+Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger
+Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin'
+The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum?
+The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
+Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a quarter pound
+Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light
+Brings awareness to my personal life
+After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
+See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa
+Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio
+Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know
+New girl every night, two girls was every other night
+Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
+They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended
+Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended
+I'm just good at existin', existin' in my truth
+As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
+[Chorus: The-Dream]
+Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
+Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+What come first, peace or the paper?
+Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
+Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors
+Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit
+No bacon, brothers is swine
+It's so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine
+It's evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin'
+Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin'
+Say somethin', you stay frontin'
+But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings
+You broke my heart, Fredo
+You bring this thing of ours down to a fable
+Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss's table
+There's always room at my table
+Insecurities is keepin' you disabled
+All this money to get, is there less time?
+They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine
+I learned to stretch time, these are the best times
+I'm in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind
+With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni
+Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God
+[Chorus: The-Dream]
+Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
+Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
+Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple treeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bye Baby[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib & Salaam]
+
+[Intro: Guy sample]
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Bye baby, I guess you knew why I walked away
+When we walked to the altar, that was an awesome day
+Did counselling, couldn't force me to stay
+Something happens when you say I do, we go astray
+Why did we mess it up? We was friends, we had it all
+Reason you don't trust men, that was your daddy fault
+He in the grave – let it go, he no longer living
+Said you caught him cheating with mom, fucking other women
+Fuck that gotta do with us? Here's the keys to the newest truck
+Birkin bags, we burning cash, now baby, do it up
+No matter who you fuck, that was before me
+Wanted you as my shorty since I saw you screaming
+"Hate you so much right now"
+Should've saw the meaning, angry black woman
+Actions of a demon, I'm leaving
+
+[Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)]
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby)
+You know I'm saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)
+'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby)
+'Cause I'm saying bye-bye
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Bye baby, I guess you know why I had to leave
+Seven months in your pregnancy, 'bout to have my seed
+Let's take it back some years, rewind it to the happy years
+You and your Star Trak fam, I'm thinking you cats are weird
+Same time, different year, I was digging y'all flow
+Then I tatted you on my arm so niggas would know
+I thought no one could stop us, matching gold watches
+I was your Johnny Depp, you was my Janis Joplin
+Yet the cuter version, yet I knew you personally
+Better than you knew yourself – and I knew this for certain
+Crib in the Dominican, you got away from everybody
+You screaming at the racist cops in Miami was probably
+The highlight of my life, like "Ha, yo, look at my wife!"
+Gangsta, me and 20 cops 'bout to fight, crazy night
+Bailed you out, next morning we got clean
+Like it never happened, and later we at that Heat game
+Just another day in the life of two people in love
+But it wasn't enough, so baby, guess what...
+
+[Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)]
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby)
+OH! OH! AHHHHHHHH! Bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)
+I can't believe that this is happening to us
+'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby)
+'Cause I'm saying bye-bye
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Listen, could you imagine writing your deposition
+Divorce lawyer telling you how this thing gonna be ending?
+With you paying out the ass and I'm talking half
+Not some, but half, no, serious, half
+Half of your soul, half of your heart, you leaving behind
+It’s either that or die, I wanted peace of mind
+And all I seen was selfish cowards
+Under their breath, saying, "Why did Nas trust her?"
+But look at yourself! Speak louder, bruh!
+You live with your baby moms
+And scared to make an honest woman out of her
+And make her your bride, fake pimps, you ain't even alive
+At least I can say I tried plus enjoyed the ride
+Plus we got our little boy, my little joy and pride
+He got my nose, my grill, your color, your eyes
+Next go round I hope I pick the truest type
+And watch me do it all again – it’s a beautiful life, aight?
+Goodbye!
+
+[Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)]
+(Bye baby) Baby.. baby
+You know I'm saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)
+I can't believe that this is happening to us
+'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby)
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing
+You know I'm saying bye-bye
+I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby
+[Outro: Guy sample]
+'Til we make love just one more time
+Make it seem forever
+This is our last and final goodbye
+GoodbyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Made You Look[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro]
+Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts…
+[Verse 1]
+Now let's get it all in perspective
+For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
+Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
+But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
+Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro
+Only describe us as soldier survivors
+Stay laced in the best, well-dressed
+With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey
+Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
+Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
+We can drive through the city, no doubt
+But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
+Newness, here's the anthem
+Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
+Push the pool stick in your new crib
+Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid
+King of the town? Yeah, I been that
+You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at?
+Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
+Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
+[Chorus]
+They shootin'! Aw, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
+Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
+They shootin'! Aw, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
+Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
+
+[Verse 2]
+This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop
+Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot
+My live niggas lit up the reefer
+Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper
+Don't start none, won't be none
+No reason for your mans to panic
+You don't wanna see no ambulances
+Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
+That's the way you get Timberland'd up
+Let the music defuse all the tension
+Baller convention, free admission
+Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
+Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
+All my just-comin' homies, parolees
+Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
+Get out my face, you people so phony
+Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty
+[Chorus]
+They shootin'! Aw, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
+Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
+They shootin'! Aw, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
+Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
+
+[Verse 3]
+I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
+I lay you out, show you what steel do
+Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
+Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers
+Like Pun said: you ain't even en mi clasa
+Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
+Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
+Whatever you choose, whatever you do
+Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
+Like a real thoroughbred is
+Show me love, let me feel how the head is
+Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest
+
+[Outro]
+And I like a little sassiness
+A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth
+I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
+My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousnessEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Genesis[Produced by Faith N & Nas]
+[Nas]
+Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
+I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
+Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
+Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
+Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
+When I was 12, I went to…
+[Hector]
+And you're sitting at home doing this shit
+I should be earning a medal for this
+Stop fuckin' around and be a man
+There ain't nothin' out here for you
+
+[Zoro]
+Oh yes, there is… This
+[Jungle]
+Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
+[Nas]
+Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill
+
+[AZ]
+Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man
+Let's count this money, nigga
+Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there!
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
+You know how we get down, baby
+[Nas]
+True, true
+
+[Jungle]
+Nas, yo, Nas, man
+Shit is mad real right now in the projects
+For a nigga, yo, word to mother
+All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me
+Man, word to mother, man
+I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man
+
+[Nas]
+True indeed, knamsayin'?
+But when it's real you doin' this
+Even without a record contract, knamsayin'?
+
+[AZ]
+No question
+
+[Nas]
+Been doing this since back then
+
+[AZ]
+I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real
+We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid
+[Nas]
+No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true
+
+[Jungle]
+Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
+Takin' niggas a long time, man
+
+[Nas]
+Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy
+
+[AZ]
+Ayo, dunn
+C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man!
+Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out!
+
+[Nas]
+Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!
+
+[AZ]
+I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!
+
+[Nas]
+Light them Phillies up, man!
+Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
+Light some Phillies up then!
+[Jungle]
+Pass that henrock, pass that henrock!
+Nigga, act like you know!
+
+[AZ]
+Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
+I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga
+
+[Nas]
+I'm saying though, man
+
+[AZ]
+What is it, what is it, baby?
+
+[Jungle]
+What is it, son, what is it?
+
+[AZ]
+You know what time it is
+
+[Nas]
+I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
+Niggas don't listen, man
+Representin', it's IllmaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Take It in Blood[Produced By: Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds]
+[Hook]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I never brag how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret
+I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
+In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee & Regis
+My actions are one with the seasons
+A TEC squeezin' executioner
+Winter time, I rock a fur
+Mega popular center of attraction
+Climaxin', my bitches, they be laughin'
+They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
+City lights spark a New York night
+Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tacchini
+Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
+.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
+My niggas roll in ten M3's
+Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasakis
+Hip-hop's got me on some ol', sprayin' shots like a drum roll
+Blankin' out, never miscount the shells my gun hold
+I don't stunt, I regulate
+Henny and Sprite, I separate
+Watchin' crab niggas marinate
+I'm all about TECs, a good jux and sex
+Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness
+MC's are crawlin' out every hole in the slum
+You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum
+[Hook]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For you wack MC's
+
+[Verse 2]
+Currency is made in the trust of The Messiah
+I'm spendin' it to get higher
+Earth, Wind and Fire singin' Reasons why I'm
+Up early, trustworthy as a nine that bust early
+Sunshine on my grill, I spill
+Remy on imaginary graves
+Put my hat on my waves
+Latter Day Saints say religious praise
+I dolo, challenge any team or solo
+You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlough
+Ask around who's laid up, sharp and straight up
+Mafioso, gettin' niggas' wakes sprayed up
+Skies are misty, my life predicted by a gypsy
+I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
+This be the drama, I'mma pause like a comma in a sentence
+Paragraph's indented
+Bloodshot red eyes high, yellow envelopes of lye
+Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly
+Condos are tune-proof, we're lookin' out the sky's moon-roof
+Shittin' like gin and prune juice
+Yo, the system wants the coon's noose, hang 'em high
+Courtrooms filled up
+It's off the hook while I just wrote a statement
+Like I'm facin' twenty years in the basement
+Chillin' on a VI with Mumia, for wearin' chrome
+I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone
+But like Capone, I'm thrown, yo
+[Hook]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For you wack MC's
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Lyrical, ly-lyrical shine)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For you wack MC's
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, the time is wastin', I use the mind elevation
+Dime sack lacin', court pen pacin'
+Individual, lyrical math abrasion
+Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation we livin' in
+Dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
+A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized
+Wise men build and destroy
+While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealin' boy
+Coke suppliers actin' biased
+'Cause rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars
+But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired
+I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's
+Just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC
+Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
+Demi, bottles of Mo', yo, simply follow me flow
+Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow
+Rough hoes pull crack out pussies and butt-holes
+Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those
+Why shoot the breeze about it when you could be about it?
+My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick houses
+And studded-up, thick medallions
+Rich niggas transportin' thousands
+Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions
+Doors is locked, rocks is chopped
+Watch the cameras in the ceilings
+Trick bitches catchin' mad feelings
+Peelin' off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin'
+I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch
+When we catch them sex niggas with the TECs you blessed, word
+So, now it's on, never wasted a slug
+Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood
+[Hook]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For you wack MC's
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For you wack MC's
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga
+Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers
+Mobb Deep keep it real, though
+Motherfucking AZ, yo
+Mega, Mega, whatever
+Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie
+East New York
+Yambo, Brownsville
+Wizard, Far Rockaway
+Big Bo, Jersey
+Connecticut, DC, Sudan
+VA, NC, LA
+So on and so on
+Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward
+Black Ed, keep it real MoeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Gave You Power[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+Damn
+Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
+Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
+I don't get to say shit
+Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
+Sell me, throw me away
+Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
+Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
+It's like I'm a motherfucking gun
+I can't believe this shit
+Word up, word up
+[Verse 1]
+I seen some cold nights and bloody days
+They grab me, bullets spray
+They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
+My body is cold steel, for real
+I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
+Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
+Been in the hands of mad thugs
+They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
+Seventeen precisely, one in my head
+They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
+I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
+Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
+Beat up and battered
+They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
+Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
+When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
+A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
+So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
+Keeping me full up with hollow heads
+[Chorus]
+How you like me now? I go blaow
+It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
+I might have took your first child
+Scarred your life, or crippled your style
+I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
+How you like me now? I go blaow
+It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
+I might have took your first child
+Scarred your life, or crippled your style
+I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
+[Verse 2]
+Always I'm in some shit
+My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick
+Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
+I bust off when they unlock me
+Results of what happens to niggas shock me
+I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear
+Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
+For years, I've been used in robberies
+Giving niggas heart to follow me
+Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
+I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
+Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
+Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
+Had a serial defaced, hoping one day police would place
+Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
+Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun
+But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
+I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
+[Chorus]
+How you like me now? I go blaow
+It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
+I might have took your first child
+Scarred your life, or crippled your style
+I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
+How you like me now? I go blaow
+It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
+I might have took your first child
+Scarred your life, or crippled your style
+I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
+Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
+Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
+There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
+'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
+He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
+Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
+Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
+He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
+Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
+He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
+My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
+It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
+But this time, it's done intentionally
+He walked me outside, saw this cat
+Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
+He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
+Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him
+He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
+Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
+What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
+A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
+My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
+So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
+Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming
+Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
+Damn!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Not For Radio[Intro: Nas & Puff Daddy]
+Escobar season begins
+Ayo, we ain't posin' for no pictures in 2018
+Candid shit only
+Scared motherfuckers
+
+[Verse 1: Nas & Puff Daddy]
+Black Kemet gods (yeah), black Egyptian gods (let's go)
+Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard
+Homie go hard like Stone and Robert in a stolen car
+Shoot the ballot box, no voter card, they all are frauds
+Senegal's finest, minerals, diamonds
+The Earth is cursed but I survive many climates
+Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
+John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
+(You know God sent me here)
+Fear will make you reveal who you really are
+Feel me God? Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard
+This ain't knowledge, this is not intense
+For honored men, women too
+Us who can see the same thing, but have a different view (let's go)
+All of a sudden, frontin' niggas knew you from your past
+Got all kinds of guys sayin' we go way back
+And who y'all comparin' me to is nonsense
+Show gratitude in the presence of dominance
+[Chorus: 070 Shake & Nas]
+I think they scared of us, yeah
+I think they scared of us
+I think they scared of us, yeah
+I think they scared
+To Catholics…
+
+[Verse 2: Nas & Puff Daddy]
+To Catholics, Moors and Masons (motherfuckers!)
+John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it
+Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved
+Progress was made 'cause we forced the proclamation
+(Fuck your proclamation!)
+SWAT was created to stop the Panthers
+Glocks were created for murder enhancement
+For hunting men, circumstances
+Edgar Hoover was black
+Willie Lynch is a myth, Colombians created crack
+The government made stacks (welcome to America, niggas!)
+Reagan had Alzheimer's, that's true
+Fox News was started by a black dude, also true (fuck you too!)
+Convinced my experiences were meant to be
+Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery
+Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable
+"Am I good?" he ask, thinkin', "But is he testin' you?"
+(Is he testin' you?) In my hood, fear does a few things
+Make you pussy, make you a snitch
+Make irrational moves or even turn you to food
+[Chorus: 070 Shake & Puff Daddy]
+I think they're scared of us, yeah
+I think they're scared of us
+I think they're scared of us, yeah
+I think they scared
+I think they scared of us, yeah
+I think they scared of us
+See, we don't care about what you think about us
+I think they scared of us, yeah
+What you say about us
+I think they scared
+You bitch ass, yeah
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+Ayo, that's why they be killing us and shooting us
+That's why they feel uncomfortable around us
+'Cause of our greatness
+You're lucky God made us compassionate
+And forgiving
+Pssh, man, they scared of us, Nas
+We see that bitch in your eyesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Down[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+[Chorus: James Brown sample]
+Get, get, get down!
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh.. uh.. uh..
+New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
+And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
+Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
+Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
+Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s
+But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
+Worldwide on the thorough side of things
+Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
+One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
+40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me
+"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you."
+I was a teen drunk off brew
+Stumbled I wondered if God sent him
+'Cause two squad cars entered the block
+And looked at us; I ain't flinch when they watched
+I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
+Starin' at a young disciple
+I almost gave my life to what the dice do
+Yeah man, throwin' them bones
+Hopin' my ace get his case thrown
+His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
+While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'
+They little cooch; gangstas don't die, he's living proof
+The D.A. who tried him was lyin'
+A white dude, killed his mother during the case
+Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
+Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier
+Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
+Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
+I wanna crack a smile when I see him
+Throw up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom
+He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
+Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, "Nobody leavin'
+Everybody—"
+[Chorus: James Brown sample]
+Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
+Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
+Everybody
+Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
+Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em
+Weird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em
+They make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget
+Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
+Southern niggas, independent label, real killers
+Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
+They had the coke game somethin' crazy
+Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me
+Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'
+Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch him
+Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
+I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
+Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
+New York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see
+A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay
+The letter say, "Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play."
+I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
+Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
+Responsible; the nigga still alive in a hospital
+Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
+See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs
+He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
+Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
+She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
+Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
+Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in
+But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit
+I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
+See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama
+'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed
+Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you
+He responded "cool," but told me out here this how motherfuckers—
+[Chorus: James Brown sample]
+Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
+Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
+Everybody
+Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
+Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
+
+[Outro: Salaam Remi]
+All I really gotta say is that
+If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
+How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
+A shame when you really look at it
+My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk
+Somebody got to make a changeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wrote My Way Out[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together]
+("I wrote my way out")
+When the world turned its back on me
+I was up against the wall
+I had no foundation
+No friends and no family to catch my fall
+Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt
+I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I picked up the pen like Hamilton
+Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
+No political power—just lyrical power
+Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
+Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up
+My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
+Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
+Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
+Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
+Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
+And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
+Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
+Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
+I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
+I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
+The definition of what It Was Written means
+Know what I mean?
+[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together]
+("I wrote my way out")
+When the world turned its back on me
+I was up against the wall
+I had no foundation
+No friends and no family to catch my fall
+Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt
+I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out
+
+[Verse 2: Dave East]
+I really wrote my way up out of 6E
+Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
+Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
+Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
+At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains
+Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
+Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
+The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
+Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
+Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
+That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
+Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
+I persevered, composition, I kept it close
+Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
+Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
+Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
+This poetry in motion, I'm a poet
+[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample]
+("I wrote my way out")
+When the world turned its back on me
+I was up against the wall
+I had no foundation
+No friends and no family to catch my fall
+Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt
+I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out!
+
+[Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda]
+High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
+Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
+My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
+In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
+Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin';
+"Oh, you think you smart?"—Blaow!—start bleedin'
+My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
+Sister tapped my brains, said, "Pssh—you'll get 'em right back."
+Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
+The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
+These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
+"Damn, you got no chill," fuckin' right—I'm relentless
+I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
+So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
+This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
+And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
+Shine a light when it's gray out?
+[Bridge: Aloe Blacc + sample + together]
+("I wrote my way out")
+Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
+No lovin' arms to keep me warm
+This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
+I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
+'Cause "I wrote my way—" out!
+
+[Outro: Samples]
+"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
+"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
+"—wrote—"
+"—wrote my way out of the projects"
+"—pick—"
+"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
+"I wrote my way out of the—"
+"—wrote—"
+"—wrote my way out of the—"
+("I wrote my way—")
+"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
+"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
+"—wrote—"
+"—wrote my way out of the projects"
+("I wrote my way out")
+
+[Spoken: Samples]
+"Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."
+("I wrote my way out")
+"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Dreams[Produced by Tracksmasters]
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these
+Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
+A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree?
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Verse 1]
+My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
+Headed for Delaware with one change of gear
+Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
+With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
+Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
+Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
+Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
+I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty
+For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
+If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M
+The first trip without the clique
+Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
+Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
+I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
+God's sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half a million
+Without the FBI catching feelings?
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these
+Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
+A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree?
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Verse 2]
+From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
+Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
+Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
+Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
+Two sips from being alcoholic
+Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from being rich
+But now, I'm all for it
+My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
+A wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with
+The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
+Up in the hotel, smoking on Sessamina
+Trina got the fishscale between her
+The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
+She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar
+Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
+Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM'
+Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these
+Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
+A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree?
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Verse 3]
+Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming
+Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
+Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans
+G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing
+Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
+Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me
+The street raised me up giving a fuck
+I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up
+I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
+Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy
+Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money
+With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry
+A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
+Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
+But I'm a rebel, stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt
+With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these
+Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
+A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree?
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
+A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
+Everybody's looking for something
+Street dreams are made of these
+Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree?
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Skit]
+*Gunshot*
+"Yeah nigga, what?!"
+"Oh, shit!"
+"Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!"
+"Yo, they shot [?], dawg"
+"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-"
+(Ongoing screaming)
+"Look! We on his back right now
+We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!"
+"I want some more nigga, come on!"
+"Yo, come on run, yo!"
+"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!"
+"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!"
+"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?"
+"Yeah the hell you did, man"
+"Yo why you-"
+"Yo, yo, come on though"
+(Oh, shit)
+"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo"
+"You think somebody peeped that?"
+"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-
+Get rid of the heat, yo!"
+"Fuck that!"
+"Get rid of the heat, yo"
+*Gunshot*
+"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon"
+"We gotta bounce, yo!"
+"Let's bounce!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nasty[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+[Intro: Nas & Big Kap]
+(Y'all ready for Nas?
+Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas?
+Uh huh, they ready)
+Yeah, word
+Got some Rémy Martin
+And some good-ass cigars, check it out
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
+Queensbridge leader, no equal
+I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
+To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch
+Smoke pot and heal the people
+Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd
+Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
+Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under
+Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
+Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
+Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'
+The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
+Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
+Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size
+I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
+It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought
+The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
+Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me
+They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
+Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
+Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
+I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage
+I am the dragon
+Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
+Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans
+My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
+I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib
+Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege
+Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid
+Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive
+Talk money, is you jokin'?
+Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
+In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
+On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it
+You envy, but don't offend me
+I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley
+You are your car, what could represent me?
+Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
+Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from Queens had before the 90's
+Drug dealer car, rush to the bar
+Move, niggas! We don't give a fuck who you are
+Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims
+Pretty women see them saggin'
+Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back
+Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black
+Light another blunt in fact, haha...
+[Interlude: Nas]
+(Nasty) Nasty kid
+(Nasty) Yeah...
+(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah...
+(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
+Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
+Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
+I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish
+Guns on my waist, past this
+Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
+And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin'
+Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
+Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
+I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
+I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
+Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys
+Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
+For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
+I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
+For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cops Shot the Kid[Intro: Richard Pryor]
+The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
+"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
+Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night
+They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12
+And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs
+And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something
+'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
+Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"
+
+[Chorus: Slick Rick]
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I don't wanna hurt nobody
+We just came here to party
+See a few dames, exchange some names
+I'm a top shotta, kid, stay in your lane
+The cop shot the kid, same old scene
+Pour out a little liquor, champagne for pain
+Slap-boxin' in the street
+Crack the hydrant in the heat
+Cop cars on the creep
+Doin' they round-ups, we just watch for the sweep
+Yeah, it's hotter than July
+It's the summer when niggas die
+It's the summer when niggas ride
+Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide
+So y'all are blowin' my high
+Type of shit that's killin' my vibe
+White kids are brought in alive
+Black kids get hit with like five
+Get scared, you panic, you're goin' down
+The disadvantages of the brown
+How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids
+Not the other way around?
+Reminds me of Emmett Till
+Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels
+[Chorus: Slick Rick]
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+I still hear him scream
+
+[Verse 2: Kanye West]
+Stay tuned up and down your timeline
+This fake news, people is all lyin'
+Money is bein' made when a mom cries
+Won't be satisfied 'til we all die
+Tell me, who do we call to report crime
+If 9-1-1 doin' the driveby?
+It's certain things I can't abide by
+I ain't bein' extreme, this is my side
+Talkin' big shit, ready to die
+I know every story got two sides
+Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy
+Cop wanna make it home by nighttime
+Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy
+Had a little hit, he wasn't that high
+Cop gon' claim that it was self-defense
+Say he was ridin' dirty so the case rests
+[Chorus: Slick Rick & Kanye West]
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (workin' nine-to-five)
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (tryna stay alive)
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (makin' ends meet)
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (shot him this week)
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+I still hear him screamEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Introduction[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League]
+
+[Intro]
+J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
+
+[Verse 1]
+PS 111 had free lunch
+Embarrassed but managed to get a plate...
+We was kids hungry
+Mom's working, I was famished
+She getting home late...
+So I decided now I'm in charge
+Either stay full or starve
+Corner store like "Mister, spare-a-quarter"
+Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
+Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
+Roll with a shooting squad
+How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
+Fifteen, I got a gun
+Sixteen, I robbed a train
+Licked off a shot for fun
+What's got inside my brain?
+A hustler's job ain't done, til he becomes a king
+But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the midst of
+Dudes who switch up and change
+They wanna carry me like I'm some kind of lame
+I never let them though, I just forgive them though
+Either that or the pistol blow
+[Break: sample]
+"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
+Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
+
+[Verse 2]
+I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
+Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
+Worth two hundred million now
+Bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
+Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
+I'm pushing forty, she only twenty-one
+Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
+Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
+Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
+Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
+Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
+Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
+Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion Black motherfuckers
+To take over J.P. and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs
+And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
+
+[Break: sample]
+"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
+Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
+
+[Verse 3]
+1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
+Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
+Girls all up on him
+I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em
+She says, third leg from a legend is sheer heaven
+She says, it is the greatest loving
+The tales you hear is the truth on me
+Who wasn't the most faithful husband
+Reveal my life, you will forgive me
+You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
+Only a few will, this how it sounds when you're too real
+They think it's just music still
+Well I am a graphic classic song composer
+Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
+Some of y'all might know Kelis, this goes to her with love
+Also goes to y'all, let's see
+The craziest things already happened to me
+So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha
+[Break: sample]
+"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
+Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stay[Produced by No I.D.]
+
+[Intro]
+(Staaaaaaaay...)
+
+[Chorus]
+(Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh...
+Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
+Shout to them niggas, family men, bringing home dinners
+Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt your happy home
+Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
+She not the type deserving of a throne
+Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
+Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
+I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
+Feel like a Knight from England
+That's what I named my son, Knight
+He was born to be one, that's how my game was won
+White 740 Bimmer, licked by an angel's tongue
+I'm living dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
+Honey be pocket watching, she got a lot of options
+Hard to make up her mind deciding which baller to rock with
+Hot to death, slim pickings but I'm not impressed
+She got the hottest sex, so I guess I'ma just.. stay
+[Chorus]
+(Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh...
+Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...
+
+[Verse 2]
+Even though I don't like you
+Next Friday night can't wait to fight you
+Locked up I would knife you, don't fuck with you
+Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
+I felt bad, wait do I got love for you?
+I might kill you but do I got love for you?
+I want you dead under six feet of soil
+At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
+We hate each other but it's love, what a thug mystery
+Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy
+We enemies but your hatred could never enter me
+Some seek fame cause they need validation
+Some say hating is confused admiration
+Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
+Still get money, lady killer pushing a Bentley
+Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures
+Through a nigga who realer
+I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to.. stay
+[Chorus]
+(Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh...
+Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
+Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Got Ur Self a...[Produced by Megahertz]
+
+[Intro: Alabama 3 sample (Nas)]
+Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
+You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Got yourself a gun
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
+So, I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+And when I see you I'ma take what I want
+So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My first album had no famous guest appearances
+The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
+Many years on this professional level
+Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine
+Tattoo's real, with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
+You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
+To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
+Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
+You lames a huddle, your team's shook
+Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, ‘cause this is my football field
+Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
+But the QB don't stand for no quarterback
+Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft
+And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
+It's for the hood by the corner store
+Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody!
+[Chorus]
+I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+And when I see you I'ma take what I want
+So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
+And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
+You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
+Hair parted with a, barber's preciseness
+Bravehearted for life, it's
+The return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player
+So who are you, player? Y'all awaited the true savior
+Puffin' that tropical, cups of that vodka, too
+Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
+Throw up? Never! 'Member I do this through righteous steps
+You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death
+Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
+Call me "God's Son" with my pants low
+I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
+This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow
+What could beat that? Not a soul reppin'
+Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo
+[Chorus]
+I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+And when I see you I'ma take what I want
+So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's, the, return of the prince, the boss
+This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
+Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist' – I floss
+Stick-shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche
+With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
+They don't know about the blocks I'm on
+And everybody wanna know where the kid go
+Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at
+Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
+Does he really know how ill that he is?
+Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
+Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
+It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
+Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
+Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper
+Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
+Keepin' it gangsta with ya (uhh)
+[Chorus]
+I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
+And when I see you I'ma take what I want
+So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
+You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Last Real Nigga Alive[Intro]
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+
+[Chorus]
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+Look at the life that I've been through
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+Look at the life that I've been through (uhh)
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
+
+[Verse 1]
+Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
+Who you thought Kick in the Door was for?
+But that's my heart, y'all still trippin' off the Jigga shit
+Real niggas listen up and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start
+Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
+Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine
+It was my version of the blues, droppin' out schools
+The crack epidemic had rap representin' new rules
+So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them
+Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em
+Young murderers ride, I knew all them
+Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warrin'
+I wrote it in my album
+I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and
+My surroundings started changin', I had a baby
+I was makin' my rounds with AZ
+Niggas started noticin' my flow and was open when
+The Golden Child closed 'em in
+With more style than them older men
+Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
+Snoop and Dre had a new thing
+So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
+He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
+Big and I hit blunts performin' at the Ark
+Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the ballin' starts
+He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox
+Only niggas in New York with number one charts
+Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon
+My niggas, but dig it, they couldn't get along
+That's when Ghostface said it on The Purple Tape
+Bad Boy bitin' Nas album cover, wait
+Big told me Rae was stealin' my slang
+And Rae told me, out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing
+But I borrowed from both them niggas
+Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No Niggas"
+Had much Versace swagger
+Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper
+Today, don't know nothin' about this boss shit
+There's more shit than wantin' to be this King of New York shit
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+[Chorus]
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+Look at the life that I've been through
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu (uhh)
+Look at the life that I've been through (yeah)
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rap became a version of Malcolm and Martin
+Rest in peace Will, Queensbridge live on
+There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
+There's some missing pieces I had to leave out
+Had lost trust for Steve Stoute at some point 'til I got to know him
+We old friends, but what's loyal?
+Puff soaked Interscope offices with champagne bottles on Steve
+And Steve thought the drama's on me
+'Cause previously it would've been, against whoever
+Friends forever
+However, I learned, with some niggas it's all business
+But I'm a street dude with morals
+Then this nigga's with Jigga too much
+He used to say Jay wanted my spot
+I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot
+A quiet man who used to be alone plannin'
+Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
+She hit the streets, later on she hittin' the sheets
+With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinkin' he strong
+I taught her how to watch for cars who might follow
+Taught her street shit that I know
+Her weakness was shine yo
+But that's her, I ain't mad, baby, it made me stronger
+Now I get my paper longer
+Illmatic I was boss, It Was Written I flossed
+One of the most creative LP's ever to hit stores
+In The Firm I learned I Am NAStradamus
+QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems
+I gave it all up so I can chill at home with Mama
+She was gettin' old and sick so I stayed beside her
+We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
+I told her not 'til I see her health get more strong
+In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
+Assassinate my character, degrade my hood
+'Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
+The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood
+What y'all want, see, I already had
+The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first you'll be last
+I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
+G-O-D, S-O-N – they'll be none after
+I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo
+It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo...
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+[Chorus]
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+Look at the life that I've been through
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
+Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
+He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+Look at the life that I've been through
+I'm the last real nigga alive, that's officialEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hip Hop Is Dead[Produced by will.i.am]
+
+[Intro: will.i.am & Nas]
+Hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
+(Had to flip this track again, y'all!)
+Hip, hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
+Hip, hip hop (Ugh!)
+Hip, hip hop is dead (NYC! Dirty South!)
+Hip, hip hop (West Coast!)
+Hip hop (Midwest!)
+Hip hop (Let's go!)
+
+[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+(Hip hop just died this morning
+And she's dead, she's dead)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, niggas smoke, chill, party and die in the same corner
+Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
+Quick fast, trigger fingers on the llama
+Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja
+Word to the wise with villain state of minds
+Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
+Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
+(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
+Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
+Any ghetto will tell ya, "Nas helped grow us up"
+My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
+Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up
+Gave my man my right, I could have went left
+So like my girl Foxy, the kid went deaf
+So people, who's your top 10? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
+[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+(Hip hop just died this morning
+And she's dead, she's dead)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
+Come through, something ill, missing the ceilin'
+What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
+Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
+Criticize that, why's that?
+‘Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crack
+‘Cause we love to talk on nasty chickens
+Most intellectuals will only half listen
+So you can't blame jazz musicians
+Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
+Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee
+You can't ice me, we here for life, B
+On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
+And for that, we not taking it lightly
+If hip hop should die, we die together
+Bodies in the morgue lie together, all together now
+[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
+(Hip hop just died this morning
+And she's dead, she's dead)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
+Reminiscing when it wasn't all business
+It forgot where it started
+So we all gather here for the dearly departed
+Hip-hopper since a toddler
+One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
+If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka
+RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
+Went from turntables to MP3's
+From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
+From gold cables to Jacobs
+From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
+I'm looking over my shoulder
+It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up
+And they came to show love
+Sold out concert and the doors are closed shutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Trust[Intro]
+It's like a cold story.. repeated over and over
+In the winters of my mind, yeah
+This shit be real, man..
+Shit's crazy out here..
+Yo yo, yo what up y'all?
+That's my niggas over there, word
+
+[Verse 1]
+If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers
+I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
+Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
+Is he gon' cock it and pop it? His waistband big
+But he don't have that thing in him, slangin just ain't in him
+Body language is off, he's soft
+But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin', frontin'
+'Cause he feel a way: my niggas say the eyes is a giveaway
+One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
+Be the quiet nigga lookin' lame with the milli
+Who that over there creepin'? Who homie by the tree?
+Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
+Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
+Be a cold day in hell 'fore they creep on me
+It’s a lesson every premonition
+Lot of niggas killed 'cause they wasn't payin' attention, listen
+[Chorus]
+I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust
+Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
+A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
+Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough
+Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
+Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
+And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
+Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear more
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's been so long, can’t remember how we begun this war
+This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, 'cause guns went off
+I see your moms, she still speak
+She don't know I ain't cool with her son no more
+It’s old shit, see forever we holdin' this grudge
+Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs
+We buried our dead, been years, why should I worry 'bout him?
+Constantly watchin' my back, plus niggas tellin' I dread
+Another day I put a family in black
+Though I be calm and relaxed
+Though I know somehow it will come back
+Even if I'm in the right, 'cause still a life is a life
+What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?
+It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted
+Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
+Just tattoos of my niggas' names
+I wonder, will it change? Let's ride…
+[Chorus]
+I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust
+Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
+A lawyer that’s fightin' for my decisions I can trust
+Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough
+Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
+Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
+And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
+Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear more
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position
+A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions
+From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
+Sit down, little man, let me school you in hood business
+Seen a lot of niggas blow, lot of dreams folded
+Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated
+Ain't too much left to buy, bought it, I'm loaded, I guess
+Lear jets, I ask myself: do I need love or success?
+They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best
+'Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve: pain, pistols and sex
+Remember spray paintin' the word "fresh" and then starin' at it
+Older folks angry, pointin', swearin' at it
+Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it
+Same old man from years ago told me life is short
+So from infant to geriatric, trust your own judgment
+Live with it and love it
+[Chorus]
+I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust
+Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
+A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
+Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough
+Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
+Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
+And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
+Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Accident Murderers[Produced by No I.D.]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+You cocked back
+You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man
+He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
+Missed him by inches, he sprinted
+Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
+Two of 'em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
+You took the life of him
+The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
+Tight with him, why was he in the way?
+Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day?
+His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
+Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
+Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
+Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
+They never had no probs
+Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
+These two different personalities had to collide
+Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
+You ask why, 'cause of a
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
+Liars brag, you put work in
+You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
+Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin
+Accident murderer
+You just an accident murderer
+[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
+We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated
+Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
+Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
+But fuck em all, we balling 'til they come lock us up
+20 to life; I'm clubbing, blowing 20 tonight
+We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
+Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
+Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
+Memoirs of a rich nigga
+Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
+New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
+You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
+Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
+Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
+In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
+This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
+Liars brag, you put work in
+You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
+Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin
+Accident murderer
+You just an accident murderer
+[Bridge: Nas]
+Accident murderer
+Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
+Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya
+And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
+How they gon' kill that beautiful sister?
+Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
+Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
+Tell me who you impressing
+Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
+Make em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playing wrestling
+Watch em grow to a man, I see them now they repping
+But they cold-blooded, homie, wondering where the respect went
+Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
+Can't hang with these little niggas, they're killing, they're reckless
+Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?
+Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
+Think of my nigga Drawz, but you aren't a name to me
+You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
+Liars brag, you put work in
+You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
+Streets are full of em, read the bulletin
+Accident murderer
+You just an accident murdererEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You’re da Man[Produced by Large Professor]
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 flame
+Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
+Nas – too real, Nas – true king
+It's however you feel, go '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 coming
+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 changing 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 cheque
+And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
+But look at me now, ten years deep
+Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep
+I never asked to be top of rap's elite
+Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets
+But look at me now
+[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]
+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
+[Verse 2]
+Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
+And diamond rings can poison a rap star
+Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
+I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
+Wish I could flap wings and fly away
+To where black kings in Ghana stay
+So I could get old, my flesh rot 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 swimming 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 hurting 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
+.45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
+In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
+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
+[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]
+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
+You're the man, you're the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Loco-Motive[Produced by No I.D.]
+[Intro: Kaye Fox & Hannah Sidibe]
+Oooooh-ooooh-oooooooh
+42nd Street Terminal
+
+[Sounds of a subway train]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it, my religion is reefer
+Big money and the most uninhibited freak to sleep with
+My visions are realistic, nothing is figurative
+I can wish it into existing, God want this nigga to live
+Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
+Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
+Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
+The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
+They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this
+Pointing to they scars like, right here, baby, really Nas did this
+Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honest
+War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma
+Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
+Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply
+Shattering your silence, passing round the chalice
+Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
+Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
+Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
+I'll fuck your wife 'cause she a groupie, scandalous
+This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
+[Break: Large Professor]
+Yo, what we talking 'bout niggas?
+What we talking 'bout niggas?
+This is Nas, what, Nas
+What, Nasty, what, recollect motherfucker
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing
+Integrity intact, repping hard
+They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top
+Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something
+To keep winning is my way like Francis
+As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances
+A soldier coming home, twenty years old with no legs
+Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
+So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start
+So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
+I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece
+But my life been good since I started finding peace
+I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed
+I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
+I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
+Like Trump being up down up, play with cash, huh
+
+[Break: Large Professor]
+My nigga's like a locomotive
+Nas, we pushed it, mush it
+Queensbridge to Bushwick
+Harlem, Bronx, all that
+You ain't even supposed to be here
+You know where you at?
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
+Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth
+Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot
+Staggering, drunker than them cops that 2Pac shot
+I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed reaching
+Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching
+When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
+Token man safe behind a locked door for sure
+Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting
+Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing
+In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
+Bugging on how his imagination was so sick
+It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
+Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies
+How dare I, must be, something in the air that corrupts me
+Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
+I'm here y'all
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+This for my trapped in the 90s niggas
+For my trapped in the 90s niggas
+Ha for y'all niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Purple[Intro]
+Light it, uhh
+Light it up, uhh
+
+[Verse 1]
+The whole city is mine, prettiest Don
+I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers
+Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it
+It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it
+Write it, across the stomach spell "God son"
+Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan
+Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine
+Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities
+Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots
+Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block
+Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place
+A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
+Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible?
+A thug dies, another step inside his shoes
+And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle
+I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple
+
+[Break]
+Light it, light it, uhh
+Yeah… light it up
+Light it up, uhh
+[Verse 2]
+Y'all just wanna deal with drama
+Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama
+Everything you into is underworld related
+You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
+You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
+To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
+Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you
+Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you
+Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real
+You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill
+You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready
+Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
+The hood love you, but behind your back, they pray for the day
+A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
+That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
+Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face?
+Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
+Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
+Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin' a mirror
+Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya
+Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny
+He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
+Cold-blooded murderers, universal
+Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple
+[Break]
+Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh
+Light it up… light it up, light it up, uhh
+Uhh… uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh
+
+[Verse 3]
+These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble
+Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated
+And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'
+When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail
+Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'
+Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science?
+People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd
+And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin' out him
+Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?
+Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in?
+It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots
+Photograph pictures of suspect faces
+It's usually two or three niggas who innocent
+But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
+A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair
+I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
+This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy
+And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
+This is how I escape the madness
+Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purpleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What Goes Around[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro: Nas]
+Yeah..
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Ayo, it's poison: 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
+Religion misoverstood is poison
+Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+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 hundredth 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 and Bone crosses – it's all poison
+
+[Chorus 2: Nas]
+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
+Religion misoverstood is poison
+Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+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 bleachin' cream will make them better, when they're gorgeous
+White girls tannin', liposuction
+Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction
+Light-skinned women, bi-racial
+Hateful toward themselves, denyin' even their blood
+I don't judge Tiger Woods
+But I overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs
+
+[Chorus 3: Nas]
+Yo, it's poison: 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
+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 anoint 'em, PLAOW!
+
+[Interlude: Nas]
+Never to worry, all the wrong-doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over
+Every dog has its day, and everything flips around
+Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to 'em
+Everybody reaps what they sows, 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 3: Nas]
+The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim
+And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em
+They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "hell-day"
+‘Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
+Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas
+Slay bitches, and party everyday 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
+
+[Chorus 4: Nas]
+It's all poison: all of my words to enemies, it is poison
+Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison
+How could you call yourself MCs? You ain't poison
+Think about the kids you mislead with the poison
+And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison
+Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, PLAOW!
+
+[Bridge: Keon Bryce]
+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 4: Nas]
+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 '93
+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' their 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 a nigga's dreams
+They leave; when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees
+Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' their seeds
+Instead of takin' care of 'em they're 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:
+
+[Bridge: Keon Bryce]
+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 niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bonjour[Verse 1: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams]
+(Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled
+Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour)
+How many girls pre-bate right before they date
+So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (bonjour)
+That's ill behavior, want the whip matted
+Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket
+A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor
+Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door
+
+[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]
+Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour
+Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
+Good day and best wishes
+Comment allez-vous?
+Bonjour
+
+[Verse 2: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams]
+Eat at selective kitchens, speak on our next intentions
+Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour)
+Come through the side entrance; I arrived, bitches
+Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour)
+Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business
+She didn't see me comin', now she's an eyewitness
+Laissez le bon temps rouler
+Say ahh so the kids could play
+[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]
+Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour
+Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
+Good day and best wishes
+Comment allez-vous?
+Bonjour
+
+[Verse 3: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams]
+Vacation, twisted, whatever happened, missed it
+Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour)
+All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor
+You wealthy when your kid's upbringin' better than yours
+All this money we gettin' could be gone in a minute
+If we don't invest it—we long-term affected
+Watch who you gettin' pregnant, that's long-term stressin'
+I got a mil for every bump on your face, that's what I call a blessin'
+Flexin'
+
+[Verse 4: The World Famous Tony Williams]
+My head looks straight up
+And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (bonjour)
+She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?"
+Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around
+And walked back down the avenue (bonjour)
+She's waitin' for the right cue (bonjour)
+I'm waitin' for the right clue (bonjour)
+[Outro: The World Famous Tony Williams]
+(Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour)
+She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum
+She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe
+In that white gown that I be seein' right through
+Crowd obscurin' my view
+There's nothin' left to argue (bonjour)
+At least there's not from my view (bonjour)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Republican[Produced by L.E.S & Wyldfyer]
+
+[Intro: Jay-Z (Nas) & Both]
+I know you can feel the magic, baby
+Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
+Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?)
+I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha)
+Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh
+Turn the music up in the headphones
+Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right)
+Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!)
+Make niggas mad and shit like
+Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in!
+Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka
+Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere
+
+[Chorus: Jay-Z (Nas)]
+I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
+Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
+Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
+Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then"
+[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)]
+Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?)
+Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
+We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end?
+Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things
+Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang
+Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
+We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
+Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring
+Should blame, the game, and I could
+It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
+And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing
+So the pressure for success can put a good strain
+On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
+Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane
+Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
+When you put in the game at age sixteen
+Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing
+Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
+It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
+The root of evil strikes again, this could sting
+Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
+This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely
+[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas]
+I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
+Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
+Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
+Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
+I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
+Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah)
+Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
+Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
+
+[Verse 2: Nas (Jay-Z)]
+I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh)
+Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh)
+Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
+Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
+Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
+Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh)
+Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
+Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs
+I'm standing on the roof of my building
+I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
+Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire
+Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
+Could it be the forces of darkness
+Against hood angels of good, that form street politics?
+Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh)
+To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word
+[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas]
+I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in
+Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
+Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
+Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then"
+I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
+Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
+Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
+Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+White Label[Intro: Mano & Shahram Shabpareh]
+Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know?
+(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
+I'm gonna have to leave you)
+
+[Verse 1]
+A vet stylin' in Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala
+Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer
+God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater
+When I fast, I see Elijah's features
+A million cash for a Nas feature
+Nah it's cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me
+52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me
+Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free
+Layin' on the most expensive beds, still I'm losin' sleep
+Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993
+Chin-grabber, neck-choker, in-her-mouth-spitter
+Blouse-ripper, ass-gripper, that dig-you-out nigga
+I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news
+I don't owe you, shoulda heard when I told you
+You are an extension of what I've worked hard to build
+You believe in your own lies, can't be real
+And the odds is that what you love can kill you
+Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack
+I know the consumer behavior, I target that
+You impressed with what they wearin', I started that
+[Verse 2]
+It's kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick
+Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this shit rich
+And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin'
+All them niggas I ran with, all that weight they was weighin'
+A light bulb switched in my mind at the classes I cut
+Just a spazz, puttin' wax in the blunt
+The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front
+We building businesses, you can be mad if you want
+It's bubbly 'til it's bubbles we see
+Drinkin' like Dean Martin is nothin' to me
+The spirits is somethin' I can't part and it's fun to be me
+So cheers, here's to the Kanye production this eve
+War of the Roses, it's war, baby
+My nigga High said it's me, I drive 'em all crazy
+
+[Outro: Shahram Shabpareh]
+(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
+I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
+I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Wouldn’t Understand[Produced by Buckwild]
+
+[Intro: Nas]
+Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet
+Your stage was set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
+That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
+You never knew how to make dollars
+You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
+I was fly at the Apollo with Black Jason, '89 with a bottle
+Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
+Rollie on wrist, gleaming, he rock the baldy
+Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey
+Cop chocolate Thai, Vernon style and burn it down
+My nigga Hype in the federal joint, verdict out
+Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
+That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
+So I'm yelling, "Free my nigga!"
+My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
+For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it
+
+[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
+Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am
+'Cause where I'm from
+Man, what I see, you wouldn't understand
+Where I been and what I do
+No matter how you try you never can
+'Cause where I'm from
+And what I see, you wouldn't understand
+Where I been, where I been
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?
+Not me, call me Lucky Nas Castellana
+Or been shot in the medulla oblongata
+And survived and praise God with a bullet I never collided
+Some did and they lived, I salute the Gods
+Moët spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
+N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
+Shell toes, slim, fly nigga
+Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
+A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
+On any day getting throat in a tinted vehicle
+Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
+Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
+My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
+Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
+In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
+Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
+Break through walls like Pink Floyd
+And drink fluids, of all kind of alcohol, y'all
+Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
+
+[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
+Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am
+'Cause where I'm from
+Man, what I see, you wouldn't understand
+Where I been and what I do
+No matter how you try you never can
+'Cause where I'm from
+And what I see, you wouldn't understand
+Where I been, where I been
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Now holla at a millionaire
+Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
+Who to screw, what to drive
+550 with the cream guts inside
+Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
+Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire, bitch
+Gats on us, I don't really trust these guys
+Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
+If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside
+Fuck it, I'ma die one day
+They gon' probably make that day a holiday
+Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
+Speaking for my real niggas
+Only OGs, certified who kill niggas
+When put in that seat, but tonight we on chill, nigga
+Chill mode, spill more Spades
+Listen to Yeezy and Hov, some Rozay
+It's like we always on the grind with no brakes
+So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation
+
+[Chorus: Victoria Monét (Nas)]
+Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am (word)
+'Cause where I'm from (yeah)
+Man, what I see you wouldn't understand
+Where I been and what I do
+(Y'all wouldn't understand, huh)
+No matter how you try you never can
+(You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie)
+'Cause where I'm from (yeah)
+And what I see, you wouldn't understand
+Where I been, where I been
+[Outro: Nas]
+True B nigga, yeah, uhh
+For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
+To my man Eric B, what up, yeah
+The whole city, I see you
+To my man Big Slate in the Fed joint
+My man Spunk, free my niggas
+All my niggas, yeah
+Club Vernon, I see you, I see you, yeah
+And Baltum, I see youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rewind[Verse]
+Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done
+Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son
+Dog—whatever they call you—God, just listen
+I spit a story backwards—it starts at the endin'
+The bullet goes back in the gun
+The bullet holes close in the chest of this nigga
+Now he back to square one, screamin', "shoot don't please"
+I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit
+He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up
+I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
+Goin' reverse, slowly prepared
+My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "go he there"
+Sittin' in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach
+The smoke goes back in the blunt
+The blunt gets bigger in growth
+Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
+The blunt turns back into a cigar
+We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
+Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC
+I give my niggas dap, jump out the van, back first
+Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
+I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
+Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
+The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we"
+So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat
+Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you
+'Cause Jungle said, "block your on enemy's the"
+Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
+I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing
+Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
+She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
+I told her, "no hell," she talkin' about, "me kiss"
+Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick
+Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit
+Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
+Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm"
+Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind
+Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice
+I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
+The clock went back from three to two to one
+And that's about the time the story begun
+That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
+It said: "Son, we found that nigga we gotta kill."
+[Outro]
+*Beep*
+Ayo son, ayo son, you hear me, you hear me?
+Listen, man, this dude right on the block
+Right now, man, I found him, right now
+I see him right now, let's kill him!
+*Beep*
+"Yo, this Nas, leave it: peace."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Queens Story[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uhh, rest in peace to Black Just
+Riding through Jamaica Queens in his black truck
+Timbs was forty below, waves to the side of his dome
+Definition of good nigga, yo
+Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
+Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
+In front of you
+It’s foul what this money could do
+Cash corrupts the loyal
+I hung with E-Money too, the fucking truth
+Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
+I could’ve died the same night that Stretch died
+I just got out of his ride
+He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
+November 30th, another Queens king killed
+It fucked me up, y’all
+I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
+The legal way, drug-free route
+Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
+Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
+Trying to leave Queens out
+But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3's out
+Pumping bringing them D's out
+Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
+Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
+Astoria warriors, eight street, twin buildings
+Vernon, can’t even count the Livingston children
+Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
+Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap though
+Bridge niggas be up in Petey’s ten racks, yo
+A simple bet on a serious cash flow
+Get money, Manolo, welcome home Castro
+Queensbridge unified all I ask for
+Let's do it for DU, say what up to Snacks, yo
+I just salute real niggas when I pass through, uhh...
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
+Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
+The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
+Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
+You be starving in Kew Gardens
+Bolognas and milk from a small carton
+You could still feel chills from the team on 118
+My nigga Bim fly by like it's a dream
+His face on his Shirt Kings
+Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
+Back when Black Rock and Ron was on the map
+Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
+Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
+Over the heart of champions, see
+Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
+(You all know how the story GO!)
+
+[Verse 3]
+"Any other real niggas in the world besides us?" I ask
+Probably is, but odds are we’ll never cross paths
+Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
+And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
+Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
+This how we do, I see you DU
+Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
+Crack the Patrón, Hennessy and Glenlivets
+Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
+Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
+I'm a real OG 'cause back in '93
+Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
+Laid back in a rental
+Mouth shining, Eddie’s gold caps all up in the dental
+Nigga getting money now
+But you know I'm still mental but not simple
+Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
+And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
+Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
+This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you
+Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
+[Verse 4]
+Watch the calm realest channel his mom's spirit
+Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
+Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
+Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
+And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
+Liars brag they put work in
+You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
+Better stay on point, if not it's curtains
+Bebo Posse reincarnated through me probably
+If music money didn't stop me
+I never claimed to be the toughest
+Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
+It's the game that we was stuck with
+Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
+Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went
+No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
+It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
+Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit
+Bo cooking blow, fuck is Slate at? Where Turkey went?
+Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
+Another reason to get further bent
+Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
+And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
+Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
+This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you
+Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heaven[Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates]
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Or save it all for you?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I fill the tank up, put gas
+And be out the front door in a (flash?)
+Before reconsidering this hell with you
+It ain't you, it's the things you do (do)
+It's tearing my heart in two
+I would've fell with you, to Hell with you
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+If Heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates
+Would you try to run inside when it opens
+Would you try to die today?
+Would you pray louder, finally believe in His power?
+Even if you couldn't see Him, but you could feel Him
+Would you still doubt Him?
+How would you start actin'?
+Would you try to put the keys down, thinkin' every drug sale that you make in the streets he can see now?
+Would a fiend even want to get high? Would he stop smokin'
+If he knew on his own two feet he could just stroll in?
+To get away and escape from the craziness
+And I bet you there's a Heaven for a atheist
+It's hard takin' this, racist planet
+Where they take a younger brother in a hand-cuff
+Even if he innocent, "Nigga, get on the car!
+Put your motherfuckin' hands up!"
+Thinkin' I'ma lose it, my mom's in chemo
+Three times a week yo, keep tryin', but people, it's hard
+And God, your young soldier's not so bold but needs you
+This world's my home, but world, I will leave you
+[Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates]
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Or save it all for you?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I fill the tank up, put gas
+And be out the front door in a (flash?)
+Before reconsidering this hell with you
+It ain't you, it's the things you do (do)
+It's tearing my heart in two
+I would've fell with you, to Hell with you
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Nigga, what you think, I'ma stop building?
+I'ma stop feelin' like I'm Amistad's great-great-grandchildren?
+How I'm not gonna want to make millions
+Since the quarter water days, in the hallways
+Makin' fake gold caps
+With the Reese's Pieces wrapper in my mouth all day
+But then my style has quite a while
+That same type as Ill and Al Skratch
+Game time took 'em cats, never looked back
+Cristal, blowin' dub sacks
+That's when it all just hit me: you see, the broads and Bentleys
+Is nothin' unless my niggas spend it all with me
+I'd give it all away quickly
+Just to hear them all about some new kicks
+Free of any autographs, and not to be recognized, forgive me
+It's becomin' unbearable, makin' hits is easy
+Put a famous bitch on a hook, there you go with a platinum CD
+I know you heard the noise, preachers touchin' on alter boys
+Sodomizin', not realizin' God is watchin', before the Lord
+How could they do the Devil's work?
+A man give another man head in Church
+Hell, it hurts just to fathom the thought, wishin' that I fled the Earth
+[Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates]
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Or save it all for you?
+If Heaven was a mile away
+Would I fill the tank up, put gas
+And be out the front door in a (flash?)
+Before reconsidering this hell with you
+It ain't you, it's the things you do (do)
+It's tearing my heart in two
+I would've fell with you, to Hell with you
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+You trapped in your own hell
+Every day I wake up I'm blessed
+Every day you wake up and breathe another breath, you blessed
+To all them niggas runnin' around
+Talkin' about, "I'm fucked up," "I got to get on," "I got to…"
+"I'm in the grind," "I'm fucked up"
+Yeah, we all in the grind
+But look at the beautiful shit around you, it's a beautiful life
+All my niggas locked up, keep ya heads up
+Heaven's just a mile away
+I'm talkin' Heaven on Earth, ain't got nothin' to do with money
+Got nothin' to do with nothin' material
+I'm talkin' about Heaven in your own heart
+In your own world, baby, in your own existence
+To my moms, look at me, baby
+I love you, girl, your boy's shinin', God's son...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+World’s an Addiction[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro: Anthony Hamilton]
+Lies and the pain
+Betrayal, life
+
+[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
+In danger’s face
+Look what you’re facing, gave your heart away
+And all the remedies couldn’t ease the pain
+All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away
+In a world so cold
+You gain your life just to lose your soul
+Never thinking twice bout what the future holds
+All the lies and the games not worth fighting for
+
+[Refrain: Anthony Hamilton]
+The world is an addiction
+Serving up a fix
+The world is an addiction
+It's way too much for me
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uhh, snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest
+Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets
+They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me
+Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat
+Stretched out, letter T, it's better to dead a beef
+Than let it breathe, then we don't succeed
+Cause then you gotta murder dummies
+Waste your time, they allergic to money
+I'm never squirmish to blood
+We can thug and get out of hand; what’s the options?
+Only conclusion is shooting, bullets popping, hoodlums dropping
+Fear any day that the Feds will come knocking
+Was young and nervous, asking myself what’s my purpose?
+In the back of a paddy wagon, bracelets aching me
+Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me
+These cops can’t relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy
+[Refrain: Anthony Hamilton]
+The world is an addiction
+Serving up a fix
+The world is an addiction
+It's way too much for me
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments
+Know a billionaire, he has everything but a fam
+Guess how angry this man gets
+Had so many bad chicks in his bed, strange sex, same sex
+Has addictions that are sadistic, chain of events, habits
+He puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick
+Self-esteem needs boosting, alcohol consumption
+Nicotine fusion, some athletes juicing
+Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms
+All along he’s into bestiality porn
+And it’s wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong
+And I'm strong but the female anatomy got me sprung
+And these women need shoes and baddest cars and condos
+Fine clothes and these fiends needs to get high
+So they find dough to mainline dope, and y'all know
+
+[Refrain: Anthony Hamilton]
+The world is an addiction
+Serving up a fix
+The world is an addiction
+It's way too much for me
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+So many vices, habits, mine of course, bad chicks
+My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life
+I'm just rebellious, not selfish
+Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is
+I need the best things in life, that's women, that’s cars, cigars
+A vintage bottle on ice that’s priceless
+The other night, just in the emergency room
+A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon
+Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated
+He can barely concentrate cause he’s newly separated
+His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance
+In the house they were married in, mad people waiting
+Some young some old, heads and stomachs aching
+Filling out an application cause they all need medication
+But the doctor need love or a quick vacation
+Calling up his travel agent, same time, premeditating
+Murdering his ex wife; life, savage ain't it
+Some need Xanax just to maintain it
+We all need faith cause the world keep changing
+Let go of the illusion, start some restraining
+
+[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
+Oooooooooooh-ahhhhhhhhh....
+Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhhh...ahhh..
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (just hold on)
+Just hold on (... hold on)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Book of Rhymes[Intro]
+Alchemist, you know me, man
+I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
+Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Word, but I wanted to bring
+A couple of books to the studio today, man
+I found these shits up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
+I don't even remember when I was writin' these shits
+Or what's in these shits, man
+Probably a bunch of bullshit, man… fuck it, check it
+
+[Verse 1]
+How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
+Picture myself a old man, a O.G.
+Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
+Time pass— (Nah, let me start somethin' else)
+Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns
+I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
+I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first
+I thought I was abnormal
+‘Cause I would overcome any tasked called to
+So there it is, I'm a prince, I'm against lames
+Who do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game
+Your rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue," it kinda supports
+Theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue
+Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
+Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel
+Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
+Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
+[Break]
+Oh shit, Tina!
+I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn
+No, this rhyme is weak
+This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here
+(My book of rhymes)
+Gandhi was a… what the fuck?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death
+The US Army is a school that teach you plights of conquest
+(I wonder when I wrote this… nah, it's weak)
+The money's your religion, sky the limit, live life
+Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife
+The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
+Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
+Pimps and card sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
+Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
+Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
+Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms
+Beautiful ladies on their arms
+Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
+Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique
+Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be
+Pioneers vets amongst hustlers, crack sellers, and liars and squares
+(Nah, that was weak there)
+My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale
+Pardon me type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell
+It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real
+I can't fight you, ‘cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
+I see imitators tryin' to make albums, spittin' my style
+And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
+I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
+My nina lean on me like Scoob and Scrap
+This can't be my book of rhymes
+[Break]
+This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
+(My book of rhymes)
+Nah, neva that! Fuck that!
+Aw, why you laughin', Alchemist?
+Hah, you a funny nigga...
+Naw, yeah (My book of rhymes)
+I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
+Fuck that! I'ma write again now, fuck that!
+I musta been high on some shit… what the fuck is this?!
+
+[Verse 3]
+Look how we treat pregnancy, women in the hood
+Our values so low, our values are no good
+Things our mothers told us we should've heeded
+‘Cause now we need it, we older, almost able t—
+I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
+Smellin' fresh, youthful, intelligent, while I'm stressin' and shit
+Ayo, I envy you ‘cause all you do is smile
+And things come your way
+Such a innocent child is what some say
+I get upset ‘cause I just want to be treated the way you are
+Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far
+But wait a minute, we both need your mother's attention
+I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Déjà vu[Verse 1]
+Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold
+I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
+When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
+To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
+Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
+Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisons my son
+Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
+I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me
+While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
+Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
+Holdin’ weed inside they pussy
+With they minds on the pretty things in life
+Gettin' props is a true thug's wife
+It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
+Do a bullet, come back and do the same shit again
+From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable
+Gun salute life rapidly, that's the ritual
+
+[Hook]
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+[Verse 2]
+Blunts, thugs and alcohol; what a mixture
+Just picture, your life as a whole judged in court, they convict ya
+They tellin' you your state of mind like you worthless
+So he curses, his mom sayin' Bible verses, that's all she works with
+But miracles never leave the churches
+Instead, it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase
+A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinnin' fool
+I'm just a nigga who inherited a winnin' jewel
+To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to
+Respect this and all respect due is the essential
+To street life, hustlin’, the struggle, broke ghettos
+Boilin' coke settles slow inside a glass kettle
+Darren Levy on my TV, lifestyles of livin' easy
+Got my crew tense, plottin’ up gyps to get whips with BB's
+Pushin' cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates
+Celebratin' elevation in the seeds that we make
+So How You Like That?
+
+[Hook]
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women
+(Déjà Vu)
+It's like a whole new beginning...
+[Verse 3]
+Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs
+Gators for pretty boy haters
+In Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes
+I'm glistenin', housing cops whistlin'
+Still I'm driftin' in a high, blunts is like insulin
+95-I, I drive high, zonin'
+Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden
+Look at me now, Ma, blowin’, but how far?
+Cars, cash and bitches got me out more
+And things you never dreamed I could vouch for
+Snake niggas slither on they A-alikes
+I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
+Never the one to ask for the time to a saint
+A mask and nine, I think, will make my problems sink
+Down a canal, similar to how we drink
+Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links
+Drug money, snortin’ bitches, in the end of times
+Got my nine, 'til I flatline, nigga, gimme mine
+
+[Repeated outro]
+Déjà vu....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hero[Intro: Polow da Don]
+QB… where the fuck y'all at?
+Ha... YEAH, let's go
+GETS MONEY!
+
+[Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)]
+Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater
+Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)
+Can't leave it, the game needs him
+Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)
+So in God's Son we trust
+'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
+They lookin' for a (hero)
+I guess that makes me a (hero)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen
+Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher
+Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor
+Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya
+And of course I've been the boss since back when
+Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz
+Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin'
+Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him
+
+[Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)]
+Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater
+Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)
+Can't leave it, the game needs him
+Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)
+So in God's Son we trust
+'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
+They lookin' for a (hero)
+I guess that makes me a (hero)
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
+Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half
+Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
+Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty
+All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy
+And every time I close my lids
+I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
+I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see
+Tell them angels open the door for me
+From nine Berettas and movin' raw
+To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
+That's what I call mature
+That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp
+That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit
+I try to make more cream
+By every September 14th, that's my dream
+So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
+I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!)
+
+[Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)]
+Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater
+Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh)
+Can't leave it, the game needs him
+Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes)
+So in God's Son we trust
+'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
+They lookin' for a (hero)
+I guess that makes me a (hero)
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
+Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it
+First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it
+But Newsweek article startled big wigs
+They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?"
+My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin'
+Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin'
+Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
+Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
+They can't sing what's in their soul
+So "Untitled" it is
+I never change nothin', but people remember this
+If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
+With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit
+I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it
+Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
+I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio
+No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go!
+
+[Outro: Polow da Don]
+Yeah, Nas, Polow da DonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. II[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+Uhh.. yo
+Whattup? Whattup?
+It's time man (word, it's time?)
+Straight up (it's time, man)
+Aight, set that shit off (set it off then, nigga)
+Set it off (set if off)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
+Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
+Lock the top lock, momma should've cuffed me to the radiator
+Why not? It might've saved me later from my block
+N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
+Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
+But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
+Parked in the dark—NARC's, where's your heart?
+Hustlers starve—they bust a U-ey, I jog
+To my building—come out later wearin' camouflage
+See the sergeant and the captain—strangle men
+Niggas gaspin' for air 'til they move no more and just stare
+With dead eyes—tired of riots, shit is quiet
+Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
+Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sisters pregnant
+Fathers on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested
+Had 8 partners growin' up, 8 turned to 7
+7 turned to 6 niggas, got 2 in heaven
+6 of us holdin' it, now it's 5 rollin' thick
+The 6th one's parole flipped, 5 niggas went to 4 quick
+When he went O.T., college life
+Converted into gangbangin', 4 niggas still hangin'
+Years passin' and slang changin'—3 of us now, 4th nigga ain't around
+We all thought he was real—he did the snake shit
+Fake shit—beat his ass down
+Yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown
+All I got left in the end is 2 of my best friends
+And we all goin' out to the death for these ends
+What?
+[Chorus (repeats in bridge)]
+New York, New York (New York state of mind)
+New York, New York (New York state of mind)
+
+[Bridge]
+You heard about it, you see about it
+You read about it, it's in your papers
+It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
+New York chronicles, every day
+The crime rate, the murder rate
+The money rate, the paper chase (aight?)
+You know what I mean?
+New York state of mind, baby (oh, yeah)
+Check it out (yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm at the gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot
+New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
+I take a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox
+You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
+Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
+All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs
+Hoodrats flashin' they tongue
+Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
+Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation
+Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
+I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in or leave
+'Cause I ain't playin', niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
+Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
+Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
+Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you
+Some of these dudes the Feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years
+Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
+That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
+Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
+Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they bids
+Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
+Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down South
+Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
+All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
+Runnin' round quick to split your mug, it's easy
+To score but it's hard to get the shit off
+Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
+When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
+Niggas mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
+Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
+Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
+A lot of niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin'
+But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'
+[Chorus]
+New York, New York
+New York, New YorkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Watch Dem Niggas[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive
+It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
+A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime
+Food for thought or rather mind wine
+The Don Juan features the freak shit
+My thesis on how we creep quick
+Fucking your wife, that ain't no 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 niggas never handle for me
+My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me
+Where the snakes put a smile on they face
+Hoping and praying I'm stuck
+Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
+Player haters play this in cell blocks and rocked stages
+Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
+Really, it's papers I'm addicted to
+Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you
+The MAC inside the Triple Goose
+Face down on the floor's 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 bragging raps
+I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
+[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown]
+Watch dem niggas that be close to you
+And make sure they do what they supposed to do
+'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
+Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
+Watch dem niggas that be close to you
+And make sure they do what they supposed to do
+'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
+Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Now, how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?)
+Living reckless, die for my necklace
+Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
+Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
+Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
+CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
+No seat belt, drinking and thinking
+My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
+Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment
+My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
+Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo
+My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo
+Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
+[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown]
+Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
+And make sure they do what they supposed to do
+'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking 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 thinking about smoking you
+Never personal, nowadays it's the ways
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Some niggas watch you (Uhh)
+See you when you think you on the low, ain't hard to spot you
+You swore to keep it real after you blow
+Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
+Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough
+Them old timers advise you to them problems that's ahead
+Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbing your head
+Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine"
+At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
+Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?", stripping her hand
+From all the ice, wouldn't you know
+You knew these niggas all your life
+What made them mark you victim?
+You fucked up somewhere 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 yapping
+Jump in your ride, headed to your side
+Puffing ganja, get to your crib, can't find her, just a reminder:
+Shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
+Could've passed out, your coke is gone, now you ass out
+Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown]
+Gotta 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 thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh)
+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 thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh-huh)
+Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (Uhh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Surviving The Times[Intro]
+But that's the whole, tragic, point my friends!
+What would I do if I could suddenly feel
+And to know once again that what I feel is real?
+I could cry, I could smile
+I might lay back for a while
+Tell me what, what, what would I do if I could feel?
+[Verse 1]
+I was young, I was survivin' the times
+Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine
+Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next
+Wantin' bracelets, never hada rope on my neck
+Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain – Rest In Peace
+Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
+If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners
+Movin' on to move your arm in your watch
+To another time on the block
+‘Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme
+Tragedy, he used to come through all the time
+I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define
+He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
+That was my first crush, I bought my first mic
+I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
+I was about mine, fantasize house buyin'
+Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
+Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
+I was happy just gettin' some answers
+I ain't even know what a record advance was
+I'm seein' hoes sex in the studio bathroom
+With rap dudes, thinkin', "Wow, she moved me!"
+Same girl then right now's a groupie
+Back then she was like the star in a movie
+Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
+Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
+Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
+Eric B man lookin' like touch it, he shoot me
+You see, every time Ra didn't show
+I get to record demos at attempts to blow
+I wonder, could they tell? How did they know?
+Sixteen years later, here I go
+[Chorus: Nipsey Russell]
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
+G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill
+But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted
+Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us
+Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
+Reef and Matty C offered me a little money
+Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter
+Rebel of Hip-Hop comin' through a white rapper
+My boy MC Serch, nevertheless
+Took me to Columbia, back then CBS
+Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
+Now buggin' because the label had just dropped Def Jam
+Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man?
+But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram
+Life is ill, again life's a movie
+Then the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas and Fugees
+Before I sold records, no promotion
+The rap world like, "What's all this commotion?"
+Went plat, mad bottles I'm toastin'
+20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then?
+[Chorus: Nipsey Russell]
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+
+[Verse 3]
+Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh
+Uh, but back to the matter at hand
+‘Cause 10 years ago we all strived to be 25
+Some cats didn't make it alive
+Dated some stars but respect their privacy
+Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat
+Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel
+Here I am, completed my whole record deal
+
+[Chorus: Nipsey Russell]
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+"What-what, what-what, what would I do?"
+
+[Outro]
+What would I do
+If I could reach inside of me
+And to know how it feels
+To say I like what I see?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queens Get the Money[Produced by Jay Electronica]
+
+[Verse]
+Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper-chasing
+Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations
+Over steak with Masons
+Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
+They daddies faceless
+Play this, by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
+I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
+Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
+Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
+Niggas is still hating
+Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming
+He'd rather floss with diamonds
+They pray "Please God, let him spit that 'Uzi in the army lining'
+That 'shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining'"
+Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line and they're out of alignment
+My assignment since he said retirement
+Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
+Gets rich but dies rhyming
+This is high science
+Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more
+I'm over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw
+Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
+Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gon' bow holmes, this Dow Jones
+.80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
+The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
+My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses
+I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses
+This that "nigga" shit that's on the album
+For them niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses
+Bring back Arsenio
+Hip-hop was aborted so Nas breathes life, back into the embryo
+Let us make man in our image, spit it
+I'm Huey P in Louis V
+At the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
+And you ain't as hot as I is
+All of these false prophets is not messiahs
+You don't know how high the sky is
+The square mileage of Earth or what pi is
+I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
+The same hand that punched down devils
+That brought down the TowersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Roses[Produced by Al Shux & Dan Wilson]
+
+[Refrain: Nikki Flores]
+Just like a rose
+Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
+But I feel a thorn on my hide
+I should've known
+We can't repair what we broke
+But I held you close, too close
+I should've left your roses at the door
+They're sharper than before
+And I don't want them no more
+I should've left your roses at the door
+They're sharper than before
+And I don't need them no more
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I have no time to give you guidance
+Barely have any fuck time either
+Hefner minded like I think you're fine, but
+I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver
+Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her
+Or if she insecure, most are
+If she's mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off
+Not a judge, 'cause a judge don't wear no draws, yet he allows
+Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows
+My tax bracket, not enough blacks have it
+Who should I date -- Project chick or Cuban actress?
+A White chick, they might flip talking that Blackness
+Should only attract Black shit, I'm an ass magnet
+If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever
+Never played you, I prayed we would stay together
+Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean
+Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams
+[Refrain: Nikki Flores]
+Just like a rose
+Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
+But I feel a thorn on my hide
+I should've known
+We can't repair what we broke
+But I held you close, too close
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions
+They some silent killers, that stress shit
+That put ulcers in a lot of niggas
+I'm blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper
+I done went to hell and back, you always think you right
+You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight
+When people like my song, you want to kill 'em, right?
+You resent me every time I make a million, right?
+You want to experience life when you calling all the shots
+Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot
+Have your own cash, own your own Benz
+Your own house, everything, me I understand
+Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee
+Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street
+The first movie he made, thought that was fly
+I thought you was flyer, you a fucking liar
+[Refrain: Nikki Flores]
+Just like a rose
+Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
+But I feel a thorn on my hide
+I should've known
+We can't repair what we broke
+But I held you close, too close
+I should've left your roses at the door
+They're sharper than before
+And I don't want them no more
+I should've left your roses at the door
+They're sharper than before
+And I don't need them no moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Destroy & Rebuild[Intro]
+This is a journey into the world's most largest and notorious projects: Queensbridge
+Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers
+[Verse 1]
+He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile
+Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul
+You need to stay around I feel like tellin' some stories
+First there's this arrogant fuck, his name's Cory
+Hung around my man's Lakey and Big Trevor
+Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin' his cheddar
+Corey changed his name to ahh, whatever
+Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like, it's Mega
+Right, Mega was his name, sorry about that
+(But it's so hard) to put a coward's name in my rap
+Always actin' tough, a jokester be frontin'
+He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin'
+But that's Nas always lookin' out for bredren
+Cause when bredren don't return love it don't stress him
+Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
+Still laughin' to the bank and shit
+Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack
+Def Jam mad that he signed the contract
+Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
+Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
+Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
+Mega for the record you could suck my dick
+Bitch, you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
+But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
+[Refrain]
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
+So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
+So they say
+
+[Verse 2]
+Since we on the subject of traitors and flunkies
+Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood, dummies
+There's plenty that wanna be me but cannot
+Its like King Arthur and Knight Sir Lancelot
+Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
+Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog
+Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
+Though I always knew he wanted my downfall
+He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
+For what, nigga? You're butt and it got back to me
+Askin' a Braveheart to get back your jewelry
+You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q.B
+Nature moved to Marcy
+(Man dick riding Nature) nothing else to say
+Man Nature moved to Marcy (far.. far away)
+(Backward ass niggas, man fuck them niggas
+Go head with the program man proceed)
+Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
+Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
+Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
+Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
+Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot
+And get filthy rich, its just not
+No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
+Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
+[Refrain]
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
+So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
+So they say
+
+[Verse 3]
+I put the name on the map after Marley and Shan
+Q.B. before the ROC had one jam
+Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
+Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
+So this about cleanin' up house, my own backyard
+Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
+P, how many times ain't you shamed that
+Jungle was bustin' his gun to get your weak chain back
+They don't respect you, a cheque's due for me for your fame
+Mega, I hope you blow so I'm sayin' your name (Mega, Mega)
+Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be King
+Even Jigga want the crown: "How that sound?" Poor thing!
+I'm representin' Queensbridge U.S.A
+Where two SK's go off every day ruthless-lay
+All you little roaches and rats
+Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back
+So haters say
+[Refrain]
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
+So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
+They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over)
+Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
+So they say
+
+[Outro]
+"The Bridge is over," my dick!
+The Bridge'll never be over, long as I'm alive and breathin'!
+Braveheart to the graveyard! I'm the William Wallace of this shit
+Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Just get them unloyal niggas from out your circle!
+You can't save everybody!
+Niggas invited you to the hood - rep it right my nigga!
+Be untouchable, my nigga
+So it be Mobb for life for real, and that's real!
+Ayo Nature, I can't hold your hand through this shit man!
+I'm not your father, man!
+Be your own man, stand on your own two!
+I believe in you, believe in yourself, nigga
+Or don't even rep this, man!
+Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta?
+There's real gangsta shit going on in the streets man!
+Yo niggas is in the grind! Where you be at man?
+Niggas be buckin'!
+Why you never buckin'? Where you be at, man?
+All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Nino Brown of the fuckin' hood?
+It's disgusting, man! Stay out the magazines!
+Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth!
+There's no more room for jealousy, we destroyin' and rebuildin':
+That means the cowards get out, and real niggas stay!
+Niggas been hating me since I been nine
+Shining with suede motherfucking Bally's on and silks
+I'ma always be the young don
+Don't be like the niggas on the other side:
+Hating me cause I'm beautiful!
+Real niggas in Queensbridge:
+You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby!
+Q.BEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Girl Lost[Intro]
+[Girl 1] Hello?
+[Girl 2] Whassup, girl?
+[G1] Ain't nothing - this nigga in here stressing
+Talking that old off the wall, back to Africa shit again
+[G2] What, that God Body shit?
+[G1] Yeah, that dumb shit
+I'm trying to get up OUTTA here
+[G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumping tonight
+[G1] Word, f'real, where?
+[G2] You know, where the real niggas is popping the Cristal
+Not that White Star!
+[G1] Ha hah! Word, where the real niggas at?
+
+[JoJo Hailey]
+Listen.. to reason
+Pretty baby, baby, listen
+
+[Verse 1: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)]
+A young, wild, beautiful love child
+You like 'em thug style, link rocking, then mink copping
+Hit you on the sink, a hundred dollar drink popping
+The head'll make you take 'em shopping, a foul doctrine
+Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
+You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
+Chanel, looking real, airbrushed nails
+Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (So fine..)
+To see ya prophecy, your ebony tone is locking me
+The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
+Wishing I could be the one man
+But you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand
+You wanna run up in clubs, getting rubbed on
+Niggas pull your hair, shake your fat rear, get your fuck on
+Following week, you back there, but what you stuck on?
+Weed, clowns and cars
+Puffing with some lil nigga, husband not knowing she's out
+Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
+Niggas thirst you, you just let 'em hurt you and leave
+What up, ma? Fronting like you naive
+Push your man's whip, calling police when you flip
+Can't understand it, yo, it should be a throne for us
+But for now, that's a whole different zone from us, word!
+[Chorus: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)]
+Diamonds all shining, looking all fine
+Pretty little face, get a little high
+Young girl struggling, trying to survive (Trying to survive)
+Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
+Just tired of playing the same ol' games
+Messing with my mind, emotional thangs (Messing with my mind)
+(And there goes.. a black girl.. lost)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)]
+Like Isis, he got your heart broke and felt lifeless
+Grow up, girl, instead, you want revenge so now you act the nicest
+To who'sever getting down and trifless
+To get his mind, all you do is give him something priceless
+'Cause in time, he'll realize the thighs is all he needs
+More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed
+(Deceit, yeeeahhh)
+There you go again, starting wars, making me more yours
+Seem to get a kick out of keeping me on all fours
+Face glistening, I'm addicted to you
+Original, Wisdom Body got me picturing you
+Igloos of ice tricking on you
+You never listen to this nigga spending Franklins on tennis anklets
+Must've had a bad deal in the past, though
+Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
+Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
+You got a job part-time and school's your night thing
+With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
+You getting interviewed, but your boss is into getting screwed
+Typical day that the black girl sees
+Coming home wanting more from a college degree
+[Chorus: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)]
+Diamonds all shining, looking all fine
+Pretty little face, get a little high
+Young girl struggling, trying to survive (Trying to survive)
+Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
+Just tired of playing the same ol' games
+Messing with my mind, emotional thangs (Messing with my mind)
+(And there goes.. a black girl.. lost)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)]
+Where are you focused? On legit niggas and where the coke is
+Nice and Thug Life niggas, yo, you seem hopeless
+Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you
+Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amounting to
+More than the world, but not knowing nothing about you
+You leaving the crib, taking all your kids out to
+Drop 'em off, letting some nigga knock you off
+So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost
+(You should be ashamed)
+Growing up seeing it, it should remind you, you being lied to
+Everything that move be inside you
+Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
+I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to
+They spot you out dancing topless in your drawers
+Damn, look, there goes a black girl lost
+[Outro: JoJo Hailey]
+You should be ashamed of yourself
+The way you carry yourself
+The way you hang out all night long
+Doing silly things that is wrong
+Black girl lostEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Simple Things[Intro: Justin Vernon sample]
+And I know where I'm going to
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I'm lookin' in Longevity's eyes
+I play with Infinity's mind, Forever's my guy
+My pedigree, above your ass, you'll never see I
+I love the past, but see where I'm goin', I get to fly
+Never sold a record for the beat, it's my verses they purchase
+Without production I'm worthless
+But I'm more than the surface
+Want me to sound like every song on the Top 40
+I'm not for you, you not for me, you bore me
+I drop lines prestigious schools read to their students
+Look at my album plaques, somebody agrees with the music
+Was lovin' women you'll never see
+All you know's my kids' mothers, some celebrities
+Damn, look at the jealousy!
+Lucky me, I meet some beauties
+Make you wanna shoot me
+Hate to brag, my worst batch kills off your best cutie
+Facts is deep, we break up, they hook up with athletes
+Get married 'cause we wasn't that match, my G
+Don't attach me to the games, I'm lucky, I'm blessed
+One of my exes could be your next, dog—trust me, don't test
+[Chorus: Nas]
+It's the simple things in life, simple things in life
+Simple things in life, simple things in life
+It's the simple things in life, simple things in life
+Simple things in life, simple things in life
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Rollin' dice, throw no aces
+With my gangsters, we discussin' buyin' acres
+Other safe bets, nothin' regular or basic
+Ridin' back to back, me and Jungle in some spaceships
+Where the squad at?
+You can see us on the ave, chop it up as always
+Stand up Queensbridge, now the world know us
+Everybody sayin' my humility's infectious
+I just want my kids to have the same peace I'm blessed withEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Replace Me[Intro: Nas]
+(Hit-Boy)
+N-A-S
+Uh, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Don Toliver]
+It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to)
+So don't go lookin' for nobody else
+I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on)
+But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (Yeah)
+You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic
+I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times)
+I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up)
+You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+You can't replace me like a battery, you can't mistake 'em for Nasty
+You know my anatomy, you know my body is voodoo probably
+Kama Sutra, Mr. Oochie Wally
+She hit the woah, I'm in control, I'm in her soul
+Sugar daddy sometimes, no sugar coatin' one line when we talk
+But she thought she could've found a new guy
+That kid alright, but I'm her kryptonite, a different type
+Larenz and Nia Long, Love Jones, dippin' on the bike
+You growin' into a better woman, it's whatever, we thuggin'
+New Prada every season, fifty ball on the budget
+If it didn't occur (Huh?), she for me, I'm for her (Running)
+Only thing worse than being alone is wishin' you were
+[Chorus: Don Toliver, Nas & Big Sean]
+It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to)
+So don't go lookin' for nobody else (I'm one of one)
+I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on)
+But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (That part)
+You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic
+I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times)
+I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up)
+You love to wine and dine, come be my lady (Yeah), lady
+
+[Verse 2: Big Sean]
+You talk a little sweet about me, a lot of sour
+I know that you believe in stars
+And just like stars, you know your words got a lot of power
+You know I'm good at reading you, I spent like ten thousand hours
+I must've bought you ten thousand flowers, ignore red flags and audibles
+I even bought your daughter clothes and your father clothes
+And I bought you diamonds even though I got a heart of gold
+And on your enemies, we rode, I go Picasso, Art of War
+We a different pedigree
+I did some foul shit across the line, you seen the petty me
+I never gave you infidelity or tried to wreck your credibility
+I'm not your ex, I'm your ecstasy
+Methamphetamines, ain't no better me, facts
+
+[Chorus: Don Toliver, Big Sean & Nas]
+It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to, yeah)
+So don't go lookin' for nobody else (Straight up)
+I was keeping my heart there on safety (That's right, heart there on)
+But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (You know I'm the one)
+You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic (Haha)
+I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times, I ride that)
+I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up, woah, woah)
+You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady (Yeah)
+[Outro: Big Sean & Nas]
+You know I'm just tryna do what I'm meant to do
+Teach and please you
+You know, never mistreat you and treat you
+You know how it goes
+It's that Don Life shit
+Sean Don
+Esco
+I got that New York walk
+I got that Detroit soul, you know
+HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reach Out[Produced by DJ Hot Day, Rodney Jerkins & Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro: Nas]
+DJ Hot Day...
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove
+Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby
+I see you standing there
+So lost and all alone
+I wanna take you in my arms
+And tell you that you’re home
+I look into your eyes
+I said I know you very well
+I see a mirror of my life
+A reflection of myself
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream
+I'm stuck, money problems pop up
+How will I survive?
+Guess it's best to decide not to decide
+So that's my decision
+Whatever happens happens
+I keep making my millions
+Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners
+But I'm passing blunts around a bunch of gang members
+When you're too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
+And you're too rich to be in that hood that birthed you
+And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest
+And outgrow women you loved and thought you could stay with
+Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror
+And leave notes around for yourself to remember
+I like to teach and build
+With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil
+All you need is some skill, then it’s grind time
+Imagination better than knowledge, says Einstein
+It’s all in the mind
+Nasty the nicest, I'm somewhat of a psychic
+Just one minute after it's heard
+You all'll recite it, you all'll repeat it
+You'll call me a genius, if you didn't
+Now that I said it I forced you to think it
+Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moët
+Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best
+When I was young they called me Olu's son
+Now he's Nas' father, I was the good seed
+He was the wise gardener
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove
+Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby
+I see you standing there
+So lost and all alone
+I wanna take you in my arms
+And tell you that you’re home
+I look into your eyes
+I said I know you very well
+I see a mirror of my life
+A reflection of myself
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yeah, what y'all know about this..
+Yo, beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
+Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
+The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness
+Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
+So what I rap about my riches and I'm ostentatious
+Get out a gangsta's business, seems to me your thoughts are basic
+Try to compare what you live to the life I master
+See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after
+Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces
+White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
+The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker
+Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I seen paper
+I describe it, hope you can visualize it
+This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
+When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites
+Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet
+Ha ha ha
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove
+Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby
+I see you standing there
+So lost and all alone
+I wanna take you in my arms
+And tell you that you’re home
+I look into your eyes
+I said I know you very well
+I see a mirror of my life
+A reflection of myself
+
+[Outro: Mary J. Blige]
+You remind me, ohhhhhhhhhh
+Yes it's true baby, ahh yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Undying Love[Produced by L.E.S]
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 .45
+'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 Nevada where the sun was beamin'
+To the concrete jungle of cement
+Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin'
+Told my dogs peace, kept it 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 ceiling fan, I stopped it
+Swingin' slower and slower
+On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughter
+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
+[Chorus]
+I thought you loved me
+I thought you cared for me
+I thought you needed me
+Did you believe in me?
+I thought you loved me
+I thought you cared for me
+I thought you needed me
+Did you believe in me?
+
+[Verse 2]
+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 jumped
+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 like kamikaze
+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
+[Outro: Cop]
+Stupid fucking niggersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dance[Intro]
+One more time, one more time
+Uh, one more time
+Uh, one more time
+
+[Verse 1]
+I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born
+Layin' in your arms, wishin' you was here today, Mom
+Wish you'd appear, just for a second from Heaven
+My tears would be gone, I wouldn't be rappin' this song
+I'd be happy drivin' up to your eight-bedroom mansion
+Up late, laughin' about the hard times we faced
+The galaxy is so enchantin' beyond, Galileo's understandin'
+Past the Milky Way and all the planets
+There's somethin' out there greater, but only God knows
+Scientists claim we came from apes, but they lies though
+That was part of our conversation
+I spark one up and start blazin'
+Thinkin' of how amazin' she was, an angel gave me love
+I'm thankful to ever know a woman so real
+I pray, when I marry, my wife'll have one of your skills
+But Mom, you could never be replaced
+I'd give my life up just to see you one more day, to have—
+
+[Chorus]
+One more dance with you, Momma
+If I could only have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+Praying, wishing that I could have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+If I could only have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+[Verse 2]
+I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe
+You resting in peace, forever, I accepted you free
+A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white
+Smilin' at me, happy, knowin' everything's all right
+If only I could hear your voice and your laughter
+Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine
+April 7th '02, that's when the gates of Heaven opened up
+For you to stroll through, beautiful Anne Jones
+Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood
+You was my strength to carry on, and now I'm good
+Job well done, you lived through your sons and grandchildren
+Jesus finally got his bride, Mommy, dance with him!
+And you've been my guide through all the trouble I faced
+They playin' our song, the life-beat, my hand on your waist
+I grab your other hand, I'm tryin' not to step on your toes
+Spin you around with my eyes closed, dreaming I can have—
+
+[Chorus]
+One more dance with you, Momma
+If I could only have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+Praying, wishing that I could have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+If I could only have
+One more dance with you, Momma
+[Outro]
+I love you forever, Mom
+You will always live through me, always
+Uh, uh, uh, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back When[Produced by No I.D.]
+
+[Intro: Ronnie Gee sample]
+"Warning-Warning-Warning-Warning
+New York-New York-New York-New York
+The sound-The sound-The sound
+You about to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear"
+
+[Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)]
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (start it off)
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started, ah yeah!"
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all got started"
+(Start it off, start it off, start it off, start it off)
+"Back when-back when-back when-back when
+Back when-back when-back when-back when"
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, yeah
+The ill reminisce and think about the fly days
+Nothing like them 80s summer NY days
+Hop on the MB5 days
+Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways
+How it all started, fifth floor apartment
+A jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects
+A kid saw struggle, buried a few of his partners
+Now I chill in resorts, enjoying massages
+Check out the oracle bred from city housing
+Nas, I arise the dead by thousands
+I remember seeing Shan chilling near his Audi (near his Audi)
+Hollis had Run and them but I proudly
+Put a poster up of Shan and Marley, that was art kid
+You love to hear the story how it started
+The bubbly I'm pouring wasn't popped yet
+Before there was an audience to watch us
+I assure you there was a process, yeah
+[Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)]
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started"
+(How it all got started, yeah)
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started"
+(How it, how it all got started) ah yeah!
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all got started, got started"
+(Hear the story, how it all, start it off
+Start it off, start it off, start it off
+How it all got started)
+"Back when-back when-back when-back when (back when)
+Back when (back when), back when-back when-back when"
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+To call them fake today is hate, real niggas extinct
+Pac left me inside a rap world with niggas that wink
+At other rappers, undercover niggas spit every way
+Won't be surprised if all their rides have federal plates
+Let alone their wardrobes and Studio 4 flow
+It was real when I appeared, it would've been some jaws broke
+Nas, my real name, stage name, same thing
+How could you let these lames claim king, I'm so ashamed, man
+I light a L for Vernon for niggas who would burn in Hell for Vernon
+10th Street, 12th Street, Nightmare on Elm Street
+Pimps creep, delve deep inside the editorials
+Of the ghetto queens, kings, stories true
+Who possesses the testicular fortitude
+To blow away myths that's a hindrance to all of you
+You blame your own shortcomings on sex and race
+The mafia, homosexuals and all the Jews
+It's hogwash point of views, stereotypical
+Anti-Semitic like the foul words Gibson spewed
+And it's pathetic, I don't get the credit I deserve
+That's why I hate doing interviews
+But I don't sweat it, study long, study raw
+My man Dion said Nas over-think the songs he writing
+I'm not a wack performer standing near a corny hype man
+I got the Donism in me, I'm here to enlighten
+[Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)]
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started"
+(Yeah, how it all got started, yeah)
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all, how it all, got started, got started"
+(How it, how it all got started)
+"You love to hear the story
+How it all got started, got started"
+(Hear the story, how it all, start it off
+Start it off, start it off, start it off
+How it all got started)
+"Back when-back when-back when-back when (back when)
+Back when (back when), back when
+Back when, (back when) back when"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live Nigga Rap[Produced by Havoc]
+
+[Intro: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
+Fresh out the  motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack son)
+For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt son)
+Fresh out the  motherfuckin' pack (No doubt son)
+For niggas don't know how to act
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously
+Havoc and P, Queens niggas so it seem to be
+Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise
+Mega got word back from Noreaga
+The D.A. got video cassette tape of
+The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
+Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
+Pig-tied they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles
+I been through, crime shit my niggas into
+Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin him too
+JFK on our way to L.A
+Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré
+My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
+Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me
+Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
+Now undress, you know the drill-y
+Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats
+I have yet to met challenger who go against my set
+Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette, shavin' closely on
+Any character approach me
+I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
+While cat burg-lars tryin' to sneak peep the recipe
+Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
+You pay about $5,000 a plate
+[Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy]
+No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
+The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
+Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
+It's only me, and the gat that's holdin' me
+We got it locked beyond measure, your clique's under pressure
+Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser
+Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped
+Floatin' in the river with your body wrapped in plastic
+Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin'
+QB represent, fuck that, it can happen
+While you rappin', I'm busy tryin' to sneak the gat in
+Contamin', cut the party short while you jammin'
+We think smarter, reach harder
+Got the .44, bodyguard of somethin' you don't want a part of
+If I was you, then I would do what I have to
+But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you
+Then stepped off casually, naturally me
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Niggas thinkin' shit sweet, I carry big heat
+Wavy hair, chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
+Queens murder cliques meet
+Yellow tapes on black gates
+Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
+I escape into zones that's irregular
+Why debate on the phone? I'm solar cellular
+Escobar 600
+You just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it
+Curriculum of a mathologist
+Deep throats, they try to swallow this
+Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
+I preserve in my dome, niggas' mics is full of silicone
+Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
+I put my word on it
+Now, you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it
+Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Airy lodges
+We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
+Catchin' charges of marksmen, livin' heartless
+Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
+We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums
+From Queens cross to Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em
+[Outro: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
+For niggas don't know how to act
+To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
+Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back
+To all the niggas who bust gat
+(Live nigga rap)
+For niggas don't know how to act
+To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
+Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
+To all the niggas who bust gat
+(Live nigga rap)
+For niggas don't know how to act
+To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack
+Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
+To all the niggas who bust gat
+(If you's a live nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Still Dreaming[Produced by Kanye West]
+
+[Intro: Kanye West]
+And as the sun sets
+And the night falls
+And them ho's call
+
+[Verse 1: Kanye West]
+He pulled up at 6:30 in a 745
+As he waving "Shorty, hi", you know he showin' his bling out
+She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
+His girl caught feelings, she mad, she threw the ring out
+How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out
+Y'all be going through problems, you gotta work the kinks out
+When you go to sleep? What do you think 'bout?
+If y'all get a divorce
+She gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out
+Make it so cold that you gotta pull your mink out
+Or grab your roller skates and turn a roller rink out
+You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle
+Meanwhile, she out doing the same thing now
+Nightmares from your dream gal make you scream out
+
+[Chorus: Kanye West, Nas & Chrisette Michele]
+Some people really (Still dreamin')
+Some people really (Make you scream out)
+Some people really are (Still dreamin')
+Still dreamin' (Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two)
+Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true
+They are still dreamin'(Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two)
+Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true
+Some people really (Yeah)
+Some people really (y-y-yeah)
+Some people really are (Ugh)
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich?
+Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick
+So if he feed your family and he serve you shit
+Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch
+Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all your life
+Dwellin' on the past when you was alright
+When you was getting cash but wasn't too bright
+Now your luck down, you feel like bustin' them shells
+Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self
+Want niggas to show you, how to come up with green
+I schemed since I'm 14, what the fuck was your dream?
+Rental cars, little broads, saying you was seen
+With little niggas with a chain, you was doing your thing
+How high was I? You the thousandth guy
+That came around thinking we can see eye to eye
+We on a different echelon
+Could've got bread together, now you get skedded on
+
+[Refrain: Sample of Kanye West and Nas]
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+She had several cars, she had credit cards
+A castle, large master bathroom, getting a pedicure
+Bellinis by the glassful, said she been meaning to ask who
+Who in need of cash who, who could blast tools
+And I'm eating cashews, knew she was bad news
+But we mad cool, nothin' sexual
+‘Cause I knew her since high school
+Grew up with my dudes, like one of my crew
+She worked for Fox News
+One of her mans that she lent her drop to
+Won't come back with it, so she want him clapped in it
+Says it's important that it looks like an accident
+She was snorting and her eyes had bags in it
+She was recording, had a wire, askin' shit
+Four days before I came by she got bagged with bricks
+Crossed the line from her world of news castin'
+To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone backwards
+[Refrain: sample + Kanye and Nas]
+
+[Sample of "They are still dreaming" to end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Full Circle[Intro: Nas]
+(Hit-Boy, G. Ry got me)
+Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
+I need to roll up some of that fonto you got, man
+I be seeing you smoking
+Yo, how that I.E. weather?
+Uh
+
+[Verse 1: Nas & AZ]
+Tilted brim like Goldie talking
+Pryor listening, my prior women had no remorse
+When they tried to end on no discourse, no discussion
+I'm all alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
+So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you
+It's up to me and you, Goldie, through introspection
+You ain't Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain't cold as it was
+And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough
+I talk to my boxing trainer, he's my logic explainer
+Conversations through our combination
+He told me, "Stick and move," and "Different rules apply to different women"
+Some women's into licking women
+Some women's independent, some women want brothers who educated
+Some women want Benzes, leather seats that are perforated
+Some do malevolent snake shit
+Yo, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king)
+[Verse 2: AZ]
+Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, word
+When I evolved, a higher God emerged reserved
+More subtle, come from the stress and the struggle
+Young then, obsessed in the bubble about it
+Took advantage if a woman allowed it
+One of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money-driven
+Mischievous, I perceived it as livin', gifts and ribbons
+Any kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on it
+She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries
+For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really?
+The games that I was playin' was silly
+Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me
+Caution never crossin' my mind, she callin' cryin'
+Me, I'm more concerned why she ain't fallin' in line, was buggin'
+Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn
+Guess it's real, even players need lovin'
+When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards
+Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage
+Reflectin' on first impressions, what's she expectin'?
+Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception?
+
+[Verse 3: Cormega & Foxy Brown]
+I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
+Some were drop-dead gorgeous living a lie
+Oblivious to beauty inside truly defines
+Will you walk with me or are you there for the ride?
+For better or worse, every blessing and curse
+Understand exotic sands come after the dirt
+I was dealing since adolescent
+Thinking my girl was my possession, I stand corrected
+It takes understanding and affection
+Time is money, I need growth for my investment
+I don't like attention unless it's a woman
+With majestic grace like an empress in Essence
+Let's just chill, catch vibes in Negril
+Celebratin', many of us never made it (Haha)
+Whatever brings you down won't elevate you (Uh)
+Like a real one beside you is very gracious
+[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
+Ill Na Na top five, nigga, dead or alive
+Nigga or bitch, Firm mafiosa shit
+Ayo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin' with me
+Did a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the key
+No cap though, facts though, nigga, that's really rap, though
+Like really though, my nigga, she really back though
+Like really though, my nigga, she really rap though
+In my lowski low shit, nigga
+Got my wooskies locin', nigga
+Comme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familia
+First lady, nigga, Bonnie for real
+Pussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uh
+Black Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneaker
+Low in a two-seater, bitch, I spits ether
+I'm saying my salaams, what up?
+Got my three gods with me, so ladies, keep it a buck
+La familia
+
+[Outro: Dr. Dre]
+Life (Life)
+Everything comes back around full circle (Yup)
+(Miss me with that...)
+What up, Hit-Boy? One of my favorites (Ooh)
+Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What is it?)
+King shit, Firm Biz
+Mastered this, no alternative
+Classic shit, that's affirmative
+Ha, got me out here on my first-degree murder shit
+Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this
+And I stand by every word of this
+Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ultra Black[Intro]
+Nas, Nas, Nas
+Yeah
+Nas, Nas
+We goin' (We goin') we goin' (We goin')
+Uh, uh
+My pants 'posed to sag, yeah
+We goin' ultra, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
+We don't fold or crack (We goin')
+Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (Uh)
+We goin' ultra black
+Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
+Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
+We goin' ultra black, we goin' (We goin')
+We goin' (We goin') uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz
+'Til my toes are tagged (Uh)
+How I look being told I'm not supposed to brag?
+Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts, we ultra black
+Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that
+Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black
+Accept where I'm at and not fight me on it (Uh)
+Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah)
+Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black
+Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha)
+Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success
+We goin' ultra black, like the Essence Fest
+Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath
+African black soap caress the flesh
+Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac
+Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter (Dest')
+My son'll be my resurrection (Knight)
+Constantly learnin' lessons, I never die, you get the message?
+I hope you be better than I, life's precious (Precious)
+Two steppin'
+Sometimes I'm over-black, even my clothes are black
+Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
+We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black
+The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black
+[Chorus]
+We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
+We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas)
+Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal
+We goin' ultra black
+Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
+Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
+We goin' ultra black (Yeah)
+We goin' (We goin', we goin')
+
+[Verse 2]
+We goin' ultra black
+Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that
+Pre-rolls and 'gnac, what's the results to that?
+C-notes and bags (Uh)
+She knows I'm classy like I'm Billy Dee Williams (Smooth)
+Go ultra black (Uh), Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II
+Black like out in the Lou', black don't crack
+It's like the fountain of youth, the culture's black
+Like Iman, she beautiful, goin' ultra black
+To Africa, you say, "Go back"
+I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah)
+Black like cornrows, afros
+Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Super Bowl (Colin)
+Hall & Oates, I can't go for that
+Motown Museum, Detroit, I'm ultra black
+This for New York and all the map
+No matter your race, to me, we all are black
+[Chorus]
+We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
+We don't fold or crack (We don't fold or crack)
+Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration)
+We goin' ultra black
+Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
+Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
+We goin' ultra black (Black is beautiful)
+We goin' (Black is beautiful)
+
+[Outro]
+Nas, Nas (Nas)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nas Is Coming[Produced by Dr. Dre]
+
+[Intro: Nas & Dr. Dre]
+Motherfucking Dre (Ahh), whassup my nigga?
+Sup Nas?
+Chilling, God
+Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga
+Yeah and this chocolate over here, they mixed this shit up
+Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga
+Yeah, lemme get that
+I'm tired of these niggas, niggas stealin' beats
+And niggas is stealin' your whole techniques and shit
+Niggas wanna take everything from a nigga, man
+Yeah, yeah, yo, Nas, it's like this, man
+Niggas can't do it like I do it, d'yaknahmsayin'?
+Just like niggas can't do what you do
+Right, right
+You know, can't nobody fuck with this
+You know, all these niggas out here just
+Talkin' this East coast/West coast bullshit
+Niggas need to kill that shit
+And make some money, y'know
+Word
+Fuck it
+What is it, what is it, God?
+Let's get together, make some fuckin' music
+Right, that's what I'm sayin', that's what I'm sayin'
+And get paid, and just, let that be it
+Right, right
+All these niggas talkin' all this bullshit
+Better sit back, and watch what happens
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holding out
+Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial
+Fatal, not fictitious
+I rock the cable '86 shit
+Foreign cars young with crazy bitches
+Mad smoke makes me able to quote
+Soliciting ill editions of that Murder I Wrote
+A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand
+As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand
+In the heat of the moment
+Like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
+Bulletproof glass, S-classes
+Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up
+I didn't get touched checking my nuts
+I stood up and lit a Dutch
+Clutching gats, quick to bust
+But knowing how these niggas tattle
+I sneak move, get the drop, one shot without the gun battle
+So when you run, the lead travels
+I come through, it's taboo
+Ninety-six ways made to clap you
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
+I spot the fake, red dot his face like a Hindu
+Snatched the symbol, tied his hands to make examples
+Substantial amounts you owe to the fam'
+Crew, Firm affiliation, paper chasing
+Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escabano
+Sophisticado, blazing hollows like Saddles
+Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro
+Compared to these niggas who swear to be real
+But impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
+Counting bills to send to all my jail niggas who fell
+From New York to LA, QB to CPT for GP
+A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars
+Kani shit, mad jiggy
+The clout - murder material, serial scratched out
+My name's passed out like it's something venereal
+But back in stereo
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface
+I bit the fruit from the Serpent
+Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted
+Control the rap game? You got it twisted
+Dr. Dre way, the 'Bridge say "Shake dice and kiss it"
+Sip Cris', push the six with biscuit
+Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen, y'all
+Nas, y'all, fly gangsta, wavy hair, teeth chipped in
+My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk
+Links truck, rocky bracelet, cognac kernel, never chase it
+Rap hero, black DeNiro
+Federal Bureau tapped my line and got zero
+Rap pro, diamond Role, hustling low
+Pro-file white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile
+Shot down, still alive, he struggling for the phone, fo-fo blow him
+When homicide comes, these three words are sung
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+
+[Outro: Dr. Dre]
+Check this out, it's Nasty Nas and Dr. Dre
+East meets West
+That's how we making it happen
+That's how it goes down for the nine-six
+Ayo Nas, let's get this money, let's get paid
+Sit back and watch all these motherfucking clowns out here
+Riffing and beefing about this bullshit
+Yo, while they doing all that
+We just gon' kick back with these honeys
+This Cristal and party to the year 2G
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming
+Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
+Nas is comingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be A Nigger Too[Intro]
+Turn your radios up
+You are now allowed to listen to the radio
+The real niggas are back on the radio
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin'
+No disrespect to Islam nor Imam or Pastor
+No answers to questions the media's askin'
+Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
+They love it; puttin' old niggas verse the youngest
+Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
+There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
+Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
+Not mad 'cause Eminem said, "Nigga," 'cause he my nigga
+Wigga, cracker, friend - we all black within, okay?
+We all African, okay
+Some Africans don't like us no way!
+A killing happened in Johannesburg, yesterday
+Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
+Some say N-double-A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
+But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins
+Faster cars than, NASCAR cars and, sparkin' while ridin'
+Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich
+With this N-word jargon I'm just startin', bitch!
+[Chorus]
+I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers
+Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too?
+To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers
+That's right, y'all my niggas, too
+I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers
+Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too
+They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers
+Still you wanna be a nigga, too? True
+
+[Verse 2]
+Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
+Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with
+Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you
+If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'ma get you
+I'm official not "A-Tisket" or "A-Tasket"
+I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
+They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
+Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
+I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who be hatin' us?
+I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
+'Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers
+I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
+Clique still movin' like Freemasons
+So if I'm on the flow for the law, there's lodges all across the nation
+Nas is bred for the plan, to hold the Grand
+Dragon's head in my hand, come and get me, here I am
+[Chorus]
+I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers
+Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too?
+To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers
+That's right, y'all my niggas, too
+I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers
+Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too
+They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers
+Still you wanna be a nigga, too? TrueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thugz Mansion (N.Y.)[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
+A mansion, acres of land and swimming pools and all that
+Check it out
+
+[Verse 1: 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 blocks
+Missionaries pass out papers that read "Love God"
+I see faces, cases, judges, and juries, Masons, lawyers and cops
+I watch because every thug's face is my mirror
+But this was one in particular
+This kid, he was the vintage stick 'em up pro
+Sixteen years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
+Every morning, calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke
+He insane, already gone mad blames himself for his setbacks
+Dangerous street corners where it sets at
+Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs
+Chasin' him, his asthma's flarin'
+Smokin' like a chimney, on Remy, of course he not carin'
+He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin'
+I give him a helping 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
+Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
+Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
+
+[Verse 2: 2Pac]
+Dear Mama, 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 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
+Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
+Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
+
+[Verse 3: 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' heavenly champagne
+Where angels soar with golden wings in 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
+Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
+Every ghetto needs a thug mansionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shootouts[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, release what's in me
+Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
+Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
+Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams
+I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
+It's slow, looking for Rambo
+The cop who got grazed back in the days
+Chasing niggas through my project maze
+That cop - he got a death wish
+He run behind niggas until you breathless
+Everyday he making ten arrests, shit!
+My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with
+I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
+(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
+Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
+To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar
+Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
+I heard she brag about the way he eat her
+A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
+She due, be looking weaker, now her teeth are foul
+Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
+Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
+Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
+I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
+'Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
+So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
+I know he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
+(Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Gi-Glock burst
+They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
+We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
+I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
+We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors
+They eyeing us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
+Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now
+There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
+Two in the dome, he's laid down
+Aiyo, the bitch is saved now
+She's living in a snitch grave now
+[Chorus]
+Shootouts is similar to Wild West
+Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
+You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
+Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
+See, It Was Written but was never told
+Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
+Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
+Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
+
+[Verse 2]
+Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
+We threw a block party for my man going up creek
+To do his two to four
+Niggas show love, from all around the board
+Peace Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record
+Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn
+We can watch the tape, play back and just zone
+Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
+We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
+Music was loud and it was crowded
+Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends
+(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted
+And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost
+Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
+He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill
+Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could feel
+Something in the air, yeah
+Frank returned with Pierre
+A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year
+I usually be holding - 'specially this type of weekend
+And everyone except for me had started reaching
+They had gats in each others faces
+With kids and grandmothers around
+Frank's only concern was his papers
+My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
+Police blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
+Running the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots
+Starting shit in my hood, I can't have it
+Yo High, get the 40-Cali stainless, Jake is still out
+Let's make it real and still make them niggas famous
+Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
+Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
+We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
+Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since '95
+[Chorus]
+Shootouts is similar to Wild West
+Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
+You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
+Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
+See, It Was Written but was never told
+Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
+Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
+Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shootEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+2nd Childhood[Intro]
+Yeah, hahaha
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"Nas.."
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
+Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
+As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
+Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
+Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice
+Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, e-z wider paper
+Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla
+Outside was psychos, killers
+Saw Divine, Goon, and Chongo, Lil' Turkey
+R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
+Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
+My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
+I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin'
+Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin'
+Livin carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily
+Y'all actin' like some old folks y'all don't hear me
+Yo, I'm in my second childhood
+
+[Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier]
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours..."
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his moms crib
+Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
+Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew
+They break his moms furniture, watchin' Comicview
+Got babies by different ladies high smokin' L's
+In the same spot he stood since eighty-five, well
+When his stash slow, he be crazy
+Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
+Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
+They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
+So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
+Sittin' on, different benches like it's musical chairs
+All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
+With young dudes it's them he wanna be like
+It's sad but it's fun to him, right? He never grew up
+31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood
+
+[Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier]
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours..."
+[Verse 3]
+Baby girl she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late
+Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin'
+E poppin' Ecstasy takin', won't finish her education
+Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations
+Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel
+With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well
+Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
+He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
+No job never stay workin', mad purty
+Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
+Time flyin', she the same person
+Never matures, all her friends married doin' well
+She's in the streets yakkety yakkin' like she was 12
+Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
+Selfish in her own right for life
+Guess she's in her second childhood
+
+[Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier]
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
+"When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
+"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
+"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
+"Make everything right.." - "Get yours..."
+[Outro]
+"Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas, Nas.."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Doo Rags[Produced by Precision]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
+Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
+That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah
+X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
+Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball
+That's when I wondered was I here for the cause or because
+'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
+Was told to stay strong and I could beat the devil
+'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
+Watchin' niggas swing razors in the front row
+Then out in the streets, the car show, 560's, chemical Afros
+Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee and Casanova
+Live chicks be asses bustin' out of they clothes
+Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers peelin' they earlobes
+So where them years go?
+Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go?
+But now them shorties here though, so
+
+[Chorus]
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?
+[Verse 2]
+Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
+In army boots, yellin', "Join the armed forces!"
+We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
+Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
+There's still a lot of nigga crawlin' in the corporate offices
+War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
+They won't be servin' the beast too long
+The murderers wearin' police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn
+Beat Street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose
+And Peachtree, Atlanta crackheads was tootin' they nose
+In frozen corners of Chicago
+Loaded-up llamas, children with fo'-fo's and double-revolvers
+We devil incarnates headed for jail
+Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed
+Your paper money was the death of Christ
+And all these shorties comin' up just resurrect your life
+It's like a cycle, yo
+
+[Chorus]
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?
+[Verse 3]
+Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
+That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products
+Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin' till awareness started penetratin'
+The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
+Just to prove we some creative niggas
+Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work
+And you get nothin' without struggle and hard work
+War is necessary to my niggas in chains
+From Green to Sing-Sing I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
+The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
+Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
+Take one step toward him, He takes two toward you
+Even when all else fail, God support you
+I done it, got "God's Son" on my stomach
+My heart and my lungs was affected
+From Henny's and gettin' blunted
+Do your body right and it loves you back
+You only get one life, and yo, because of that
+I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause
+Still rockin' stockin' caps, not for the waves, obeyin' no laws
+And it's like that
+
+[Chorus]
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time
+The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
+Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word?
+The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb
+And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Summer on Smash[Produced by Swizz Beatz]
+[Intro: Miguel & Nas]
+Bad bitches, champagne wishes
+Freaks only, baby -- let me take pictures
+Life is good, life is good, life is good
+Life is good, life is good
+Life is good, li-life is good
+Swizzy!
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel]
+CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash)
+Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
+Tank top on (on) summer on smash
+My neck got a whole lot of glass
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!)
+Look at baby girl showing that ass
+Should let the world know that summer on smash
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Life is good, life is good
+Everybody get the summer on smash
+Life is good, li-Life is good
+We got the summer on smash (smash)
+Summer on smash (smash)
+Y'all know who got the summer on smash
+Life is good! (we do!)
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats
+Lil' overweight, hit the gym
+Let's go get the abs in
+Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened
+I'm trying to get every number from every woman passing me by
+She's fly; Black, Asian, Boricua
+Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
+Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening?
+Just rolled four with them, 'bout to smoke again
+Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down
+How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht, sound?
+Send a massive Email to the females
+Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel]
+CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash)
+Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
+Tank top on (on) summer on smash
+My neck got a whole lot of glass
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!)
+Look at baby girl showing that ass
+Should let the world know that summer on smash
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Life is good, life is good
+Everybody get the summer on smash
+Life is good, li-Life is good
+We got the summer on smash (smash)
+Summer on smash (smash)
+Y'all know who got the summer on smash
+Life is good! (we do!)
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+We got the jam here, check it
+It's the summertime, women damn near naked
+It's single season, they choosing who to mess with
+I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it
+Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps
+My people in the streets, I make it feel like it’s the beach
+My goons close by, I'm daring one of y'all to reach
+I’m protected like the President, ain't gotta give a speech
+Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets
+And they ain't even out yet, she like CÎROC peach
+Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash
+And y’all already know who got the summer on smash
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel]
+CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash)
+Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
+Tank top on (on) summer on smash
+My neck got a whole lot of glass
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!)
+Look at baby girl showing that ass
+Should let the world know that summer on smash
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Life is good, life is good
+Everybody get the summer on smash
+Life is good, li-Life is good
+We got the summer on smash (smash)
+Summer on smash (smash)
+Y'all know who got the summer on smash
+Life is good! (we do!)
+[Verse 3: Miguel]
+I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh?
+Bad bitches, champagne wishes
+Freaks only baby, let me take pictures
+Skin, sin, wait, do you know whose pool you're in?
+Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
+Your body is a weapon that you can’t conceal
+Real make money when the freaks call
+Summer on Mars, it’s totally Total Recall
+Like, pura vida, she wanna flyyyy
+Caliente, mami vente, vente comigo, ayooooooooooooo
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel]
+CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash)
+Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
+Tank top on (on) summer on smash
+My neck got a whole lot of glass
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!)
+Look at baby girl showing that ass
+Should let the world know that summer on smash
+Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
+Life is good, life is good
+Everybody get the summer on smash
+Life is good, li-Life is good
+We got the summer on smash (smash)
+Summer on smash (smash)
+Y'all know who got the summer on smash
+Life is good! (we do!)
+
+[Outro: Miguel]
+Life is good, life is good
+Life is good, li-life is good!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spicy[Intro: Nas]
+Pricy
+Hit-Boy
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Boss shit, your Lordship
+Niggas talkin' yachts since I'm on shit
+I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate)
+Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
+Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)
+Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
+They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker
+Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her
+Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter
+Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
+If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover
+Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upward
+G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy
+She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
+Patek, niggas not lit, not like me
+Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Fivio Foreign]
+¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy
+Cost money, beat the charge money
+Fast money, push to start money
+Large money, Escobar money (Uh)
+[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
+Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh)
+Always get the liquor with the ice (Not me)
+I don't give a fuck if that's his wife (Nah)
+I could bag any bitch in these all-white Nikes (Uh)
+That ain't right (Nah), if she tell me, "No", I'm gettin' tight
+Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy)
+Every time I saw you, you was light (You was)
+Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch)
+Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah
+She might never be my type, look
+That bitch is trash (Bitch is trash), I only fuck her for the hype (Uh)
+I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh)
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy
+Cost money, beat the charge money
+Fast money, push to start money
+Large money, Escobar money
+
+[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
+Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shits
+Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit
+My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit
+Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie)
+Model bitches that's precise, fuck attendants off the flights
+Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype
+Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype
+Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes
+I'm the one talkin' spice, twelve-year-old killers
+With the guns and the knives, better run for your life
+Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice
+My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes
+[Chorus: Nas]
+¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy
+Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh)
+Fast money, push to start money (Uh)
+Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch)
+
+[Outro: A$AP Ferg & Nas]
+Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy)
+Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom)
+A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+King’s Disease[Intro]
+Yeah
+Hello, ladies and gentlemen
+Hit-Boy
+
+[Verse]
+I made the fade famous, the chain famous
+QB on my chest match the stainless
+Amazing Grace, I'm gracefully aging
+Without masonry, I made more paper to play with
+No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (King)
+So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can I speak? Can I talk?
+Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk?
+Family gossiping, pocket watching him
+Jealousy keeps blossoming, ain't let it box me in (King)
+'Cause you are not a king if you can't come out a thing
+That you got yourself in, claiming nobody helping
+The stupidest part of Africa produced Blacks that started algebra
+Proof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruh
+Nostalgia, how I remembеr things
+Remember crowns, remember, kings
+They want your reign to cease (King)
+You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitely
+We're so "Say less when I speak", y'all estrogen speak
+Respected by kings only, address me as chief
+Invested in things only a vet would
+Only lames front on kings, that's expected from creeps
+You mad at my niggas and any woman with interest in me
+You could've made it (You was good), look at all the time wasted
+Now you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basics
+All you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shit
+You should want every brother to make it out
+But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout
+Rap is weird, weird flex, but okay
+You ain't as ill as you think, you just okay
+You got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I'm on top
+Stop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousness
+It's so lame, this media circus greedy and worthless
+My life got 'em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? (Why me?)
+Real kings everywhere, stand up
+It come with the game (King’s Disease)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Set Up[Produced by Havoc]
+
+[Intro: Nas (Havoc)]
+Uhh.. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Q.B. since 1933 (No doubt)
+To nine-six (Nine-six, motherfucker)
+Check the shit
+
+[Havoc]
+Nine-six, Escobar 600
+
+[Verse 1: Nas (Havoc)]
+Check the shit
+My mind's set, son got wet, I'm vexed really
+They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
+Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
+I feel it, he shoulda been dealt with it
+Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in they coke
+And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE
+While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin'
+Seen the ill Bimmers beamin'
+Triple-beam and doublin' cream had 'em fiendin'
+To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
+"Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
+Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm bout to go loca"
+Left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her
+He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
+With two MACs inside the Volvo
+What up, God? I'm still sober
+I need some Henn' to bend me over
+My nigga Hav' gotta soldier
+It's gettin' down, it's goin' down, kid (I got this, I got this)
+I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears
+Told these broads to put it in gear
+With two females that don't smile, diggin' they style, yo
+What up, son? These niggas done started somethin' wild
+You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill
+Tried to get a name, holdin' the steel
+I paid attention to the females
+Maintained bitches when it get real
+Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal
+He said both hoes'll peel
+Spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel
+Point 'em out, smoke a Phil' then chill
+I laid back, Escobar status
+Knowin' The Firm got it cornered, we on it
+Shit we was born with
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
+In this, business of trifeness
+I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
+Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
+Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
+Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
+Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
+In this, business of trifeness
+We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
+Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
+Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
+Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Hold it right there, pull over
+That nigga right there inside the Rover
+I knew he'd be right here, I told you
+Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
+Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
+He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
+Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
+He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus
+And Vicious, lookin' delicious, handle yo' business
+And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him
+Do what ya gotta do to get to him
+A tight Parasuco with young faces
+Can turn niggas Buttafuoco of all ages
+They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked
+Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York
+If they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?"
+He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him "Don't grab, boo"
+(What up, boo? What up? What up? What up?)
+They started chattin', was only 'bout a minute, flat when
+They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin'
+We followed him pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian
+Probably when they hit the Holiday Inn
+I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and 'em
+We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow
+We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'?
+Sosa said "Say no more", we started rollin'
+Before we got in, they must have shot him
+Security wildin', there the girls go, hurry up, we out in
+The 940, me, Sosa and two shorties
+The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die
+In this, business of trifeness
+I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
+Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
+Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift
+Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
+
+[Outro: Woman]
+Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker
+Ropin' niggas up
+'Cause our clique is thick
+Another day, another dollar
+More money, more murder
+Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the houseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suspect[Produced by L.E.S.]
+
+[45 seconds of talking/skit]
+
+[Verse 1]
+It was a murder
+Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
+Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck!"
+Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tape's red
+I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
+I puffed the lila, just before I hit the scene for real-er
+I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella
+Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
+His moms had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
+It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
+That the street's designed to stop ya life clock, the beast'll time ya
+Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fail
+First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
+Burstin', blastin' at you, forty cal' shells split your dry cell
+My niggas never snitch, why tell?
+We roll wit' no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
+Queens'll be the death of me
+
+[Chorus]
+To the suspect witness: Don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight
+(Suspect witness, don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
+Suspect witness, don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight
+(Suspect witness, don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
+[Verse 2]
+Dear God, I want the riches
+Money hungry bitches infested
+Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
+My crew dresses in vests-es, feel the essence
+Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
+Slaughter, Nautica down, frames look petite
+Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique
+I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
+My pants hang while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly
+Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
+Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
+I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
+Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
+Trapped us in a cracker's psychiatric, it's massive
+A Million Man March, alert the masses
+Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
+Don assassins, Armageddon
+The weddin' of a freak and a beat
+Seven heads, got the righteous threatened
+Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
+Comprehend the grammar, math we own
+Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known?
+I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic
+The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of what a MAC is
+What you wit'? Lucci or drama?
+No sleep means insomnia
+No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya
+[Chorus]
+Suspect witness, don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight
+(Suspect niggas, don't come outside
+You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yeah, yeah
+It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
+Mega live like the third world
+Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
+Spittin' gem stars words in my mic type receiver
+Bond is my life, so I live by my word
+Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs
+Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
+Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin'
+
+[Outro]
+(Blaow!! Queensbridge, boy, once again, boy
+Recognize, boy, recognize, stupid motherfuckers!)
+
+Yeah, yeah, street educated, created
+Fly gangsta, Firm style
+AZ, what up, what up?
+Jungle, Benny Blanco from the Bridge
+'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down
+L.E.S. on a murder quest
+Yeah, yeah, y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Season[Produced By: J Dilla]
+
+[Verse 1]
+United States in fear
+London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here
+Posted, planted without exception
+Rise to your feet for this rarity
+Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy
+Some real nigga talkin'
+This don't happen too often, take precaution
+Liars and frauds got you exhausted
+You've been accosted
+Who told you I'd lost it?
+I just put it down for a second, damn
+Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up?
+Grow stubble on the face for once without a smooth cut?
+Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor
+Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber
+The ruler's back, you can tell by the trumpets
+Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
+Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost 200
+Get out your chair, the season of Nasir
+
+[Hook]
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+The season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+This is the season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+The season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+[Verse 2]
+Jay Elec doesn't write it
+HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin'
+Jungle the only brother I take shit from
+Hassan give me lines, we talk all the time
+So I guess if he inspired my song it ain't mine
+Let me make this clear, they fear the gifted
+Some say Shakespeare never existed
+Wow, now, look at the amount of resistance
+Attempts to chisel my face, from the mountain you guessed it
+Bitch you guessed it
+There, did I answer your questions?
+So, now that's out the way let's get back to my message
+Now I'm 40 and a little change
+Ride around, sport a new Benz, a little Range
+Havin' fun, my little man gettin' big
+He and my daughter down, when we talk it's real
+Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag
+I'm here today as well as the 90's
+But the past, like my ass, is behind me
+Ignite the pyrex
+Try to bite this, get Nasty Nas-itis
+Arthritis when you try to write this
+Asking why is the Feds at my niggas?
+Why the Feds at my niggas?
+I know by now I should be talkin' bread, crack, and figures
+But not stressin', knot stressin'
+I'm survivin', I'm survivin'
+It's funny when I catch cops textin' and drivin'
+Who questions and penalizes them?
+One day we'll have their ass in court and we'll be tryin' them
+Hey yo, it's love for Detroit, Mo-Town, Motor City
+Dilla lives on, it's like he wrote it with me
+The soulful sample complements my rhyme so well
+Slacks by Zegna, or YSL
+Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell
+Hands in the air, the season of Nasir
+[Hook]
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+The season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+This is the season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+The season
+(Da-da-da-da-da
+Da-da-da-da-da)
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, it's that time, yeah, Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit?
+Fly ladies, dope dealers and killers
+Worldwide, NY
+Yeah, yeah, the season
+Yeah, this is the season...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stillmatic (The Intro)[Intro]
+Uhh, y'know
+I still run with that, that blood of a slave, boilin' in my veins
+It's just hot - until a nigga can't take it no more
+Blood of a slave, heart of a King - turn my voice up
+
+[Verse]
+Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
+I crawled up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt
+They thought I'd make another Illmatic
+But it's always forward I'm movin'
+Never backwards stupid here's another classic
+C-notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll
+They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by
+The Kid slash Escobar; narration describes
+The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive
+The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched
+Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down
+While Mary Jane Girls, 45's playin', soft in the background
+Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
+Stepped over dope fiends, walkin' out the door, all of us poor
+I learned the difference 'tween the snitches
+The real ones, and who's soft, and the murderous, hungriest crews
+People jumpin' from roofs
+Shotguns pumpin', made it through my youth
+Walkin' very thin lines, ages seven and nine
+That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
+I know the streets thirst water like Moses
+Walkin' through the hot desert searchin' to be free
+This is my ending and my new beginning - nostalgia
+Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in The Matrix
+I seen it all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
+Spit a sentence then the game'll get rid of y'all
+Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all, I want my style back
+Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap–repo man
+To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
+Professional stick-up kids dreamin' for mils
+Let my words guide you, get inside you
+From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
+[Outro]
+Blood of a slave, heart of a King
+Blood of a slave, heart of a King
+Uhh, uhh, blood of a slave, heart of a King
+Uhh, yeah
+Huh, Braveheart, uhh..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Cross[Intro]
+Braveheart...
+
+[Chorus]
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross
+
+[Verse 1]
+Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers
+There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
+I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
+But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
+NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggas Against Society
+Noisy I aim, not silently, noose all surroundin' me
+I hang 'em, I string 'em up, ain't no thing, I just drop 'em
+To which doctor you copped
+And you locked and it ain't what it was
+I changed it up from that pop shit, it's hard to see R&B
+Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly
+'Cause I parted the sea, then these novices targeted me
+Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin' to me
+What I've discovered is my brother's tryin' to be
+The next me, yeah I support him, but he's blinded I see
+Jealousy, he love me to death and I'm buggin'
+I love him for life, we both still mournin' on our mother's life
+And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
+A six, a truck, some guns to bust
+I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
+With the Nasty Nas diary, get out my path
+[Chorus]
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary would've an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross
+
+[Verse 2]
+I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come before little Des
+I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex
+I can't rest until my niggas in houses with pretty mazes
+Water and flowers in 'em
+While my niggas walk around in they trousers grinnin'
+Gotta keep a lot of heat; .30 cals, 10 millimeters
+.40 cals plus the Heckler to set y'all straight
+You too light? I shoot your freckles out
+You too dark? The infrared show you what the TEC about
+Huh? I'm stressin' out, need more offices for bosses
+Secretaries and meetings with big sharks who mad greedy
+We can sell mo' boats on the coast
+Give coats to the po', and give hope to the broke, then live low
+But that ain't reality; I look happy, but under the sky
+You see a nigga who know, out of three women two out of three
+Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil
+Bitch! You the reason niggas be beefin', ho get on
+'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on
+From here on it's a new day
+Million dollars ain't what it was yesterday
+Many problems, many niggas, most involved but they fake
+Hope y'all relate
+[Chorus]
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross
+I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
+I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
+Had to bring it back to New York
+I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
+For you rappers, I carry the cross, I carry the crossEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just a Moment[Produced by L.E.S]
+
+[Verse 1: Quan]
+Can we please have a moment of silence
+That's for my niggas doing years in confinement
+And for my soldiers that passed over, no longer living
+That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
+Can we please pour out some liquor
+Symobolizing let's take in time to consider that
+Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
+And we gon' rep til slugs kill us here
+This for my dogs, stuck in the struggle trying to gain
+Smoking trauma, sniffing Ra while selling cocaine
+Trapped in the game, not knowing how to stop and get by
+To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
+Can we please have a moment of peace
+For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
+Blooding and thugging, folking and loking
+Criping and creeping, Latin and Kinging
+Or just for poor righteous teaching
+
+[Hook x2: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishing y'all were home
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yeah and can we have another moment of silence
+For brothers who died from Black-on-Black violence
+From here to the Dark Continent where rebels sell diamonds
+To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dying
+And can we please pour some more liquors
+For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy my niggas
+Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
+It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
+Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
+And I promise through rhyming Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
+And can we please have a moment of truth
+For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
+And families back home who pray they make it home safe
+Hoping that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
+This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
+Mommy I'm still here, wishing I was there with you
+Let's take 'em home
+
+[Hook x2: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishing y'all were home
+
+[Verse 3: Quan]
+And can we please have a moment to mourn
+For Pac, Biggie and Pun, 'cause through us they live on
+Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah and Aaliyah
+Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya
+Can we please have a moment for children
+Who got raped or murdered or trapped in the system
+Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
+But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
+For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad
+Busting her ass to give her kids shit she never had
+For my niggas in the pen hoping rhymes'll get 'em signed
+So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
+For every mother that held a son in the street bleeding
+Crying a song of sorrow to dark and deep for speaking
+Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
+To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em
+[Hook: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishing y'all were homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where’s The Love[Produced by No I.D.]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
+Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
+Mind of a shooter, CFO also
+Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful
+Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
+Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
+Stroll up in the party: titanium black card
+Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
+'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours
+You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
+These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
+I pray secret indictments don't take away their dreams
+You 16, you could do 20, come home young
+Catch 20 years when you 40? Homes, you're done
+What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
+Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
+A 360 in the streets real grizzly
+Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
+Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
+Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
+This ain't The Truman Show; it's the human show
+Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
+Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
+It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love?
+[Chorus: Cocaine 80s]
+Love, I'll trade you love
+I've traded fire with you long enough
+Is that all you brung, without love?
+That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
+Roll that up
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
+Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name
+Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
+To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
+Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
+'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think
+It's crazy how many brothers come where I come from
+Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
+Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
+Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
+Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
+"Cops'll look at you like they look at me? That's preposterous"
+Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble
+One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's Jungle
+Now we having babies, 'cause growing up it was just us
+No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
+But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
+Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
+I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
+Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
+The G is in your genes, already you tuck
+Inherit your dad's swag, his George Jefferson's strut
+Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
+Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
+Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
+No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
+I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
+Corona sipper, pass it, I'ma blow it with you
+It ain't The Truman show; it's the human show
+As the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
+Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
+Young brother go and get your paper, I got love
+[Chorus: Cocaine 80s]
+Love, I'll trade you love
+I've traded fire with you long enough
+Is that all you brung, without love?
+That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
+Roll that up
+... Roll that upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fried Chicken[Intro: Nas]
+Uhh, Lord, Lord, Jah
+What I'm gon' do?
+Uhh, schhh, Lord, Lord, Jah
+Hahaha, shit is all true
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
+Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
+You a bird but you ain't a ki'
+Got wings but you can't fly away from me
+Driving in your bucket seats, all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
+Look what you done to me, was number one to me
+After you shower, you and your gold medal flour
+Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
+You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
+Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
+Lay you down cause you're red hot
+Louisiana style you make my head rot
+Then I flock to the bed then plop, when we done, I need rest
+Don't know what part of you I love best
+Your legs or your breast
+Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
+Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
+You gon' be a nigga death
+Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction
+Dripping with high cholest-
+Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his tomato pasta
+What roti is to a rasta
+Trapping me, you and your friend mac' and cheese
+Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
+It's killing me when I'm inside, nothing I need more than a fish fry
+[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
+Shit, it taste good, I can't lie
+It's like you're walking out the tanning salon
+When I pull you out the oven from baking, I got you on my mind
+Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
+So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
+Hey, my pretty ham hock
+It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
+To massaging me to shower you with lemon water
+Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder
+Baby it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
+While enjoying your butter milk treatment
+I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
+Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent
+In any event, I'm reflecting on all the signs
+That I got saying that I shouldn't fuck with you
+But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist
+When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue
+Butterflies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you
+Or was it infection manifesting?
+Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you
+Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine
+I'm a eat you 'til there's nothing left
+Until my very last breath, you gon' be a nigga death
+Despite I prepare it the best
+And specialize in cooking swine as a chef, you gon' be a nigga death
+Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat and dog combined?
+Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death
+[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
+Ain't that some shit?
+I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eating kills me
+And I choose to do that, why?
+Cause that's just what niggas do, hahahahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blunt Ashes[Intro]
+Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
+Got blazed before they told stories
+I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories
+I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died
+So he had him cremated
+Took his ashes and then made it to a diamond ring
+Now he watches his son shine everyday
+I just thought about that
+While I sit here ashing in this ashtray, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+The making of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing
+Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
+Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes
+Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
+But Alex was putting coke in his nose, nigga whylin'
+Could be a myth, but I swear that the source was close
+Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy
+Mommy was bad they say
+Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swings
+
+[Hook]
+As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
+I could see my whole life fly past me
+Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+And will the money and fame outlast me?
+The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray
+Well, I see my whole life fly past me
+I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me
+[Verse 2]
+Sam trusted Womack with his main lady
+He tossing in the grave like, "This is how you repay me?!"
+A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much
+Marvin said "No mountain's high enough," fly stuff
+David Ruffin was punchin' Tammi Terrell
+Gave her concussions
+While the Funk Brothers was laying down the percussion
+When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
+Many people said that she was laughin' inside
+
+[Hook]
+As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
+I could see my whole life fly past me
+Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+And will the money and fame outlast me?
+The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray
+Well, I see my whole life fly past me
+I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me
+
+[Verse 3]
+John F. Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery
+It interests me. Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals
+She's what a temptress be
+The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery!
+Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington
+Someone is sabotaging 'em
+Watch out for the traps
+Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman
+Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp
+And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats
+This is what came from their pain
+From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange
+[Hook]
+As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
+I could see my whole life fly past me
+Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+And will the money and fame outlast me?
+The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray
+Well, I see my whole life fly past me
+I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
+Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me
+
+[Outro]
+I could smell old Bogey cigars
+Lauren Bacall perfumes, smelling just as sweet
+Me and my wife K, flying in a drop-top
+Like Ruby and Ossie Davis, baby – know what I mean?
+Yo, man, I get smoked out, and start thinking 'bout
+Hattie McDaniel got a Oscar
+For playing Mammy in "Gone with the Wind"
+And she didn't get allowed
+Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier
+Believe that? Couldn't go to premier to her joint
+Man, you know they were strong back then, man
+Blunt from my ashtray, nothing gon' to live past me, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Will Survive[Intro: Kenny Loggins sample]
+Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
+
+[Break]
+To my dogs.. wherever you are
+
+[Verse 1]
+Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
+You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
+Ain't nuttin' changed, still Party and Bullshit
+We used to fuck R&B Bitches and see who rhyme 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, through your loved ones
+Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
+It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response
+But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
+And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain
+And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
+It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
+Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official
+Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel some but doubt they're
+Capable to take it where you took it to
+I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake
+'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
+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' that's Ready to Die
+You was like God to us in the form of Allah
+[Kenny Loggins sample]
+Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
+
+[Chorus]
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+
+[Verse 2]
+(Thug Life never die..)
+Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop
+And use teeth to bite off beer tops and Pour Out a Lil' Liquor
+You was more than just the wildest nigga
+2Pacalypse, I understand your style, nigga
+It's goin on the third 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 believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
+I can relate, shootouts and court dates
+All Eyez on You, niggas 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 realest 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 niggas 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, when Lucifer lied
+And 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?
+[Kenny Loggins sample]
+Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
+
+[Chorus]
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+
+[Verse 3]
+I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour?
+Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
+What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
+Was it the drugs, put an end to the music business?
+If so, 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 that scream
+I'll need a extra Uzi ridin' through my own hood in Queens
+It be the ones you always knew, that want it on
+Tellin' everybody it was him, that you fronted on
+Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty
+Not used to walkin' 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 it's lookin' good
+Hip-Hop took it to billions, I knew we would
+A lot 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 niggas, check 'em out
+Some is 'bout it, most individuals plots
+And run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves
+While others have no cares and stay in jail
+More than 50% of us endin' up with holes through the chest
+Through the head, through the gut it shows
+The future for us young shooters and old killers
+Who become rich as dope dealers?
+Nothin' left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments
+Thug coaches with subs sittin' on the bench; either that or rap
+We want the fast way out of this trap
+Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack
+To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring you back
+But life is a dream and y'all taught me that
+[Kenny Loggins sample]
+.. always survive.. but why?
+
+[Outro]
+Always survive, always
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my people just stay alive
+Still, we, will survive (no matter what)
+Still, we, will survive (no matter what)
+Still, we, will survive
+No matter what, my niggas just stay aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Flyest[Intro: Nas & AZ]
+Yeah
+Peace king
+Peace king
+Listen, if they wrote a book on your life
+Right
+You think anybody'll read it?
+No fuckin' doubt!
+Let's make history homie
+Aight then
+You know we brought the hoes, clothes and money rolls to the table
+{*laughing*} No, fuckin', doubt
+It's time to manifest this
+Tuu, we the flyest nigga
+Bring it to a whole, y'know?
+Gangsta nigga
+
+[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
+Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
+Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know
+Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
+We the flyest gangsters
+What you don't got is my natural glow
+Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes
+Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome
+We the flyest gangsters
+[Verse 1: AZ]
+Follow; I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
+Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
+Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
+The one the playa haters hate dearly, but can't near me
+Homicide can't scare me
+I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
+The type that can build with ya
+Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
+Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
+Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
+Play with me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
+Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy
+Dough forever, the live stay low forever
+And fuck niggas, 'cause it's hard to keep them close together
+One dependent, no wife, one co-defendant
+No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance
+
+[Chorus: Shelene Thomas (Nas)]
+Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
+Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know
+Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
+We the flyest gangsters
+What you don't got is my natural glow
+Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes (hoes)
+Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome (ha)
+We the flyest gangsters
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I do what I can do when I can do it
+Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin'
+Live how I live it's only 'cause I been through it
+Learn to try it like to eat it and shit, it's nuttin' to it
+Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin' outside
+I'll never catch a vehicular homicide
+My music is a description of my vibe of course
+My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
+'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
+You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
+To wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home
+Once you let them in they stayin', evil be gone, say it
+I'm proud of Mase for givin' himself to the Lord
+Wonderin' does Faith, think about Big anymore
+Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin'
+We ain't these little niggas no more, runnin' dangerous
+I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother
+Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover
+Be havin' they legs shakin', stab 'em, break 'em
+I'm Hercules Hercules when havin' relations, the flyest
+
+[Chorus: Shelene Thomas (Nas)]
+Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
+Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know
+Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
+We the flyest gangsters
+What you don't got is my natural glow (uhh)
+Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes (hoes)
+Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome (ha)
+We the flyest gangsters
+[Verse 3: Nas, AZ & Both​​​]
+We put this on the, soul of our born, as we hold the Qur'an
+Kamikaze style
+Older cats coaching us on
+Yo, it's kill or be killed
+Understand, real'll be real
+A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel
+Identity sealed, protected by our energy shield
+And fuck a drop, 'cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed
+Close the book
+Was taught never expose a crook
+Between the knight and the bishop
+One'll knock ya rook
+I'm a rare breed, never had a fear to lead
+I ain't like niggas with sight, too impaired to read
+We both hard hit just like Camacho and Vargas, who's a target?
+Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers
+
+[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
+Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
+Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know
+Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
+We the flyest gangsters
+What you don't got is my natural glow
+Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes
+Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome
+We the flyest gangsters
+
+Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
+Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know
+Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough
+We the flyest gangsters
+What you don't got is my natural glow
+Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes
+Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome
+We the flyest gangstersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Cure[Verse 1]
+Too many changes, you changed from your greatness
+Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
+The markets see you as a old-ass artist
+The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
+Stay on your path, stay on your craft
+They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass
+What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain
+Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace
+I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
+'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen
+What these kings have in common? They had women who solid
+Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready
+They envy the unhappiness of the greats
+They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways
+To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt
+A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote
+A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose
+Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold
+Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told
+You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road
+Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip
+King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit
+The cure, love of the allure
+Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord
+[Interlude]
+Roll the credits
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA
+So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers
+Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment
+Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't
+Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach
+Kings honor kings, straight from my pop to my son shit
+Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
+Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
+I'm studied like a book by many
+They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
+White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
+On my Rick James behavior
+Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already
+Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
+Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
+Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
+We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems
+My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving
+And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
+Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
+Decisions was sharper, my predictions was on it
+No fortune teller, just going off regular signs
+Niggas often tell ya they moves
+Without a word, just reading they mind
+Wasn't needin' no nine
+Corner executive born in ghetto hell
+Where metal yell especially over necklaces
+Life lessons is karma
+Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
+Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
+That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back
+Play the Clue tapes for old verses
+Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas'll rise 'em up
+Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched
+Can I get a witness?
+Can I get a witness?
+I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit
+Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
+Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
+Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit
+[Outro]
+Yeah
+Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit
+Shooter live on
+Kings live forever
+Yeah
+We go through a lot
+And nobody wanna hear about what we go through
+And that's cool too
+Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays
+Same sun, moon, and stars
+It's just how you stand like a manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Smokin’[Intro]
+Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods)
+To the Gods, to the Earths
+Pass that shit homie
+
+[Chorus]
+Now tell me what y'all smokin'
+What kinda heat y'all holdin'
+Well is your creep move potent?
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'
+We got the plan in motion
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+
+[Verse 1]
+Zoom, from outer space he comes
+Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
+Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys
+Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
+What is his race, nation, or creed?
+Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read
+Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
+Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
+But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
+September '73, up in these wild streets
+Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
+And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes
+[Chorus]
+Now tell me what y'all smokin'
+What kinda heat y'all holdin'
+Well is your creep move potent?
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'
+We got the plan in motion
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+
+[Verse 2]
+My nigga smoke with one lung
+If he cough he might die, passin' me trees
+The liquor bottle's almost empty
+We about to collide, with the enemy
+Only way you die if it's meant to be
+You fuckin' with a general
+No discussion is the principle we bust and it's the end of you
+Now we knockin' on your mama door
+Like we came to fix the sink; my kind of war
+Death, angels coming for you
+Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
+Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win?
+The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
+Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
+Walk by your casket, spit in your face
+Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
+And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas
+[Chorus]
+Now tell me what y'all smokin'
+What kinda heat y'all holdin'
+Well is your creep move potent?
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'
+We got the plan in motion
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+
+[Verse 3]
+Pardon but I gotta question of life now
+Look at the nigga next to you right now
+Is he real, fake or scared?
+Do it like this niggas right hands in the air
+Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
+Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
+"I shall - stay real, stay true, stay holdin' figures
+Never put a bitch over my niggas
+I shall never, cooperate with the law
+Never snake me I always hold you down in war
+If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
+I never break the oath to the death I swear"
+I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
+Of underworlds killers and thugs, though the science
+Of a nigga still yet to be found
+So light up some green, and pass it around, pass it around
+[Chorus]
+Now tell me what y'all smokin'
+What kinda heat y'all holdin'
+Well is your creep move potent?
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin'
+We got the plan in motion
+I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
+I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
+
+[Outro]
+Wanna get high, come smoke with me
+Smoke with me, light it up
+
+[During outro]
+Damn, nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go over to my bitch house, get my fuck on, nigga! Y'all niggas stay up!
+
+[During fade]
+Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Are They Now[Produced by Salaam Remi & Nas]
+("HIT MEH!!")
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 Homiez?:
+Leave it to y'all, these niggas 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?
+
+[James Brown sample]
+
+[Verse 2]
+See I remember them forever
+The original Spinderella
+Lakim Shabazz, 9 MM
+Fu-Schnickens, Buckshot, Finesse & Synquis
+Who was a "Rappin' Duke?" Da-ha!
+Silk Tymes Leather was cute
+Body & 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 BO$$, 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 MCs?
+Funky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s
+Miss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll
+As well as Educated Rapper, Ice and Kangol
+Shanté, she from around my way yo
+EPMD, K-Solo, where are they now?
+[Outro]
+QB
+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, all the rappers...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?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Idea’s Original (Edit)[Intro]
+Uhh, uhh
+Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
+
+[Chorus]
+No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
+It's never what you do, but how it's done
+What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
+That means you inferior, not major
+No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
+It's never what you do, but how it's done
+What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
+That means you inferior, not major
+
+[Verse]
+If niggas could look inside my mind, you'll find
+Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
+Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell graveyard
+Where weed's responsible for memory loss
+Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
+See what I seen every day I live with this torture
+Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
+Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
+My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons
+Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
+The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
+Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
+Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
+No Half Steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned
+Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
+Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children
+And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
+Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
+We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference
+On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight
+Your part of the world might be like colors and gangs
+While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things
+But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties
+Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
+From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
+Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias
+Be scrappin' with tats on they back, violent wars
+Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught
+Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style
+While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
+Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
+But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
+The chain be like a hundred K
+Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made Runaway; that's been a minute
+Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
+It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
+My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
+Even with sleep I'm duckin' nines in my dreams
+Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change
+Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
+Like, somebody's always watchin'
+My life before I, walk out the door I size up every option
+Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns
+Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
+I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
+Headline readin' "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+K-I-SS-I-N-G[Chorus]
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+
+[Verse 1]
+She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
+Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
+Showed me how exciting life is
+I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
+The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
+How we met it must have been fate
+First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
+She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
+How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
+She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
+Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
+I can get with that I drop you off home
+I call you hit me back
+I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
+Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had
+You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
+You precious, more precious than lost treasure
+Matter of fact I'm kinda hoping we can stay together
+[Chorus]
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+
+[Verse 2]
+I see you dressed up in white face covered in veil
+Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwing rice
+And it's the day that your father give you away
+To a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
+Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
+Now, look me in my eyes and say I do
+Driving off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
+We can spend our honeymoon in the States
+You can throw your friend the bouquet
+Something in the back of my head say
+For us two, maybe cause I love you
+Hug you, squeeze you, touch you, tease you
+As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you
+Won't stop 'til I tell you me to, beautiful
+Deeper and harder love laying new with you
+Running my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by
+While I'm with you and I won't even care, word
+
+[Chorus]
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+[Verse 3]
+She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's
+Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
+Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
+She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
+'Til one day she decided to flip
+It was nutting I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
+Started talking this divorcing shit
+I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake
+Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that
+Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
+Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
+All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
+Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
+With a fine-ass body and a damn good cook
+For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
+You my queen, God bless you
+
+[Chorus]
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
+Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+N.I.G.G.E.R. (The Slave & The Master)[Chorus]
+They say we N-I-double-G-E-R, we are
+Much more, still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us
+We were scholars long before colleges
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, but still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, we are the slave and the master
+What you looking for? You the question and the answer
+
+[Verse 1]
+We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us
+Powdered eggs and government cheeses
+The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus
+Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers
+Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten
+Summers, cooling off by the fire hydrant
+Yeah I'm from the ghetto
+Where old black women talk about their sugar level
+It's not unusual
+To see photos of dead homies funerals
+Aluminum foil on TV antennas
+Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners
+Girls dye their hair with Kool-Aid
+They gave us lemons, we made lemonade
+But this nigga's paid, ancestry of slaves
+Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling
+Put rims on everything, wear Timbs on every scene
+[Chorus]
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us
+We were scholars long before colleges
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, but still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, we are the slave and the master
+What you looking for? You the question and the answer
+
+[Verse 2]
+Do I mean it like a slave master, nigga?
+No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers
+My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases
+That should mean the court could see my changes
+Take off the bracelets
+Savage when broke, smoke sour diesel, need no Bowflex
+My chest still cut up like a bag of dope
+Thought patterns consist of boss matters
+Spit Moses' lost commandments like a gross sandwich out my mouth
+Toast to government cameras peeping us, every week I must
+Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs
+But this is what I was dreaming of
+Between cutting hard coke with new razors slicing my fingers up
+They used to string us up, we wanted everything
+But the one bringing us cake be the snakes like the
+Like the New Jack City wedding scene
+No time for mistakes, trying to get it like Medellin
+[Chorus]
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us
+We were scholars long before colleges
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, but still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, we are the slave and the master
+What you looking for? You the question and the answer
+
+[Verse 3]
+My nig', what up my nig'? Yep!
+People afraid of criticism
+But I always put myself in a sacrificial position
+They been know I ain't just rapping for fame
+I got my old homie's half-sister father asking for chains
+Yep, I give the cash up, this paper don't matter
+They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war
+They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more
+So now my enemies are at my front door
+'Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence
+They calling it reverse racism
+Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung'
+I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me
+You'll always know where to find me
+They say the close ones will hurt you
+So let's keep a small circle
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king
+[Chorus]
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us
+We were scholars long before colleges
+They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
+Much more, but still we choose to ignore
+The obvious, we are the slave and the master
+What you looking for? You the question and the answerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Dreams (Remix)[Intro: Nas]
+Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there
+That call theyself "keepin' it real"
+From yours truly, Escobar and Big R
+From New York to Chi-Town
+Check it out now
+Commissioner Steve Stoute
+Trackmasters, QB, check it, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Low profile, rap style slick as Nu Nile
+Give the crew pounds every time we cover new ground
+Still survivin', but there's a few down back in the essence
+I'm askin' questions on the phone with jail adolescents
+Quiet confession, the system's applyin' the pressure
+My mind is guessin', is livin' and dyin' a lesson?
+But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars
+Take me off track from what the Gods focus on hard
+Laid up, smokin' cigars, motionin' maids
+To bring me toast and eggs kosher
+Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
+My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
+Devoted Coach bag bitch
+Broke, the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
+But what's the purpose?
+Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist
+I'm physically trapped down on the surface
+With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents
+Foul jakes that search us
+Clowns with four pounds, this ain't a circus
+[Chorus: R. Kelly]
+Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me)
+Ain't nothin' out there for ya
+(There ain't nothin' out there for you)
+Situation's gettin' heavy
+Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Word up
+Black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs
+Late night under the Moon as they assume I'm slangin' drugs
+'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
+Pushed my luck, yo, they had a brother put in cuffs
+Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
+Judge said I need a job, ain't nothin' comin' free
+Could've got a one-to-three
+I try to school these shorties under me
+But they can't see, from life to death
+So now we back to where we never left
+The ghetto – it's a damn shame, knowin' it's a man's game
+Shorty thinks it's time to make your plans change
+All that runnin' round, tryin' to chase what's already here
+Been there, it's goin' nowhere
+Pops told me knuckle up, no fear
+I wish some of these killings they could be prevented
+Whatever happens, it was written, meaning God meant it
+But during life, you put your heart in it
+Even though it seems we bein' targeted
+Let that brother R hit it
+[Chorus: R. Kelly]
+Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me)
+Ain't nothin' out there for ya
+(There ain't nothin' out there for you)
+Situation's gettin' heavy
+Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta
+
+[Bridge: R. Kelly]
+Dream on, dream on
+Dream on, dream on
+Dream on, dream on
+Dream on, dream on
+Street dreamer, yeah
+Street dreamer, dream on
+Dream on
+
+[Verse 3: Nas & (R. Kelly)]
+Sort of wild; since a child, hope was all we had
+Dreamt of plushed-out pads
+Complainin', the mental strainin'
+How many in my crew was into gainin'?
+Subtract the weak links up out the chain and
+Rise and start reignin'
+Blasphemy, usin' Nas' name in vain
+Some claim supreme being, yet they lied in his name
+I tried to learn the game and only thing I found incredible
+Everything I tried to learn, see, I already knew (That's right)
+And it's embedded in my heart now
+So I could sit back, count a stack, and play my part now
+I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, He wore disguise
+Put a gun to me, hungry, he went on to chastise
+That's Nas, ain't it? Made it rich from entertainment
+Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with
+My first thought was: "How the game flip?"
+Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on 'gac
+Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act I did a while back
+Or even beyond that
+He got me layin' face flat, sayin' my grace, Black
+Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that
+Nightmares feelin' real, word to Will
+My A-Alike I lost in the battlefield
+That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
+Grab your shield and meet your maker
+The Queens niggas die for paper
+Deed the things, the street dreams will take ya
+[Chorus: R. Kelly]
+Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me)
+Ain't nothin' out there for ya
+(There ain't nothin' out there for you)
+Situation's gettin' heavy
+Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta
+Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me)
+Ain't nothin' out there for ya
+(There ain't nothin' out there for you)
+Situation's gettin' heavy
+Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta
+Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me)
+Ain't nothin' out there for ya
+(There ain't nothin' out there for you)
+Situation's gettin' heavy
+Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangstaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rule[Intro: Nas]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo
+Life, they wonder, can they take me under?
+Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I come from the housing tenement buildings
+Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
+Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
+Though I owe to it my success
+With survival of the fittest, every day is a chal'
+I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
+Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign
+Like, the darker you are the realer your problems
+I reached for the stars but I just kept slipping
+On this life mission, never know what's next
+Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caesar
+Had a piece of the globe, every continent
+Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
+Pakistan, America, Afghanistan
+Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
+Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages
+No war, we should take time and think
+The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct
+But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fighting
+Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then
+Must it go on? we must stop the killing
+Tell me why we die, we all God's children
+[Chorus: Nas and Amerie]
+All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon)
+It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world)
+Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon)
+World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yo, there's brothers on the block, posted up like they own it
+That's they corner, from New York to California
+Got blocks locked down
+Like, "dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town"
+So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes to prison
+At an early age, already know it's against him
+So in order for him to survive, one day he must open up his eyes
+To the set backs and rise
+Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
+Look at what this country's got
+There shouldn't be nobody homeless
+How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet
+The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone
+To all colors and creeds, is to whom it belongs
+I want land, mansions, banks and gold
+The diamonds in Africa, oil in my control
+The world's natural resources, all its residuals
+But then comes foes, I have to guard it with missiles
+And I become the most wanted
+But is it worth hearing a million people problems and followed by Secret Service?
+I guess, attempts at my life with loaded barrels
+So move over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel, yo
+[Chorus: Nas and Amerie]
+All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon)
+It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world)
+Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon)
+World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time
+No other compares to what Nas write down
+Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours
+You could get what you love, be a chain in cause
+You alive right now
+There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a highlight now
+It's whatever man think of manifest to the real
+The plan is to wake up cause time reveals
+All this hate can't forever last
+All my ghetto heroes in Heaven, it's like you right here and never passed
+You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again
+Hoping I reach the world leaders and win
+Ain't nothing without struggle, listen up, it's critical
+We used to fear arms, now the weapons are chemical
+In Hip-Hop, the weapons are lyrical
+To be the best you challenge the best, then the blessings are spiritual
+Top of the world for the kid, none less
+Poppin' any rapper's head off his shoulders no contest
+I know the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me
+You scared of a mirror, my theory is that - knowledge is power
+To every projects and every street corner, we gotta get ours now
+[Chorus: Nas and Amerie]
+All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon)
+It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world)
+Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon)
+World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
+
+[Outro: Skit]
+Yo, niggas ain't forget shit, know what I'm saying?
+Niggas ain't forget nothing
+Men, women and children killed by the police and shit
+Niggas ain't gon' forget that man, you know what I mean?
+Yo, what this war just show me is like
+Whatever you want out of life
+Whatever you feel is rightfully yours, go out and take it
+Even if that means blood and death
+You know, that's what I was raised up on
+That's what this country's about
+This is, this is what my country is, and my country's a motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Body Ya Self (MC Burial)[Intro]
+Hope y'all make it through the storm
+You know what, though? I love the rain, man
+Love the rain
+A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh)
+You're runnin' your mouths crazy
+Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?
+Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man
+We don't want that, at least you don't
+Be easy, man
+Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world
+But y'all niggas better take it slow
+Don't body ya self
+Don't body ya self
+Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Everybody get low, niggas
+Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition
+Touch my dough, I'm lettin' .40 cals blow, nigga
+Not cows with four legs
+But cals with more lead
+That add up more dead
+It's on nigga, I'ma bury 'em
+Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian
+Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!)
+I push ya grown ass back in your mother's womb
+You need 9 more months
+Your crew's 9 more punks
+You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up
+If I sign y'all, I'm on dust
+Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what?
+When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man
+Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man?
+Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a lil' help
+And I might help your ass off the shelf
+But no, you're bein' disrespectful
+Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you
+Stand down, the king is home
+Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones
+[Break]
+Wow
+Don't body ya self, crazy
+Take it slow, man
+Slow down, woah (yeah)
+Take it slow, motherfucker, don't body ya self
+Lis—listen (Take it slow, man)
+Just listen, hahaha
+Don't body ya self
+Listen
+Slow down, homie
+Slow down
+Y'all gotta take it slow
+
+[Verse 2]
+I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers
+With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York had rocked us
+Back together with the master plan
+The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man
+I'm in the streets like old graffiti
+I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy
+Whether broke or rich, my friend
+Nasir bring that career to an end
+And I'm bored with you MCs, B
+Y'all beneath me
+And my raps bring horror like a board of a Ouija
+Of course I'm the king, get my shine on
+Then I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings (It's nothin')
+Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding band
+Smell the brimstone, back from Hell again
+Next verse gets worse, from God's son to Devil sent
+[Break]
+Y'all need to take it slow
+Don't body ya self
+Yeah
+Motherfuckers, act like ya know ('05)
+Motherfuckers, better take it slow
+Don't body ya self (Hahaha)
+
+[Verse 3]
+They say Jada defeated him
+Joe too street for him
+What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him
+Y'all awaiting a MC burial
+This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio
+What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual
+Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
+Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law
+Will surely live, declares the sovereign Lord
+And you are none of the above
+So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love
+And y'all wanna know why I ain't gotta answer niggas?
+'Cause I truly understand these niggas
+Scared of me, so they talk about family members
+Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas
+Damn, you was my man like crew, dog
+Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog
+The Q is the borough of true Dons
+Any disrespect, nigga, we choose arms
+Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's?
+Nigga act like ya know
+[Outro]
+Yeah
+Y'all better take it slow
+Motherfuckers, act like ya know
+Mess around and body ya self, man
+Don't body ya selfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Bad Energy[Verse 1]
+I'm oblivious to you skeptics
+What you hear you ain't ever hear 'til I repped it
+Iridescent heroes essence, please clear the exits
+I chase demons outdoors, force 'em to hear the message, air 'em out
+Heard some people discussing my whereabouts
+Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount
+Never seen much, but yet I'm never in the house
+Move in style, wild, exciting when I do step out
+Y'all been rhyming for years and Jungle made a hit
+"Oochie Wally" I did
+Sold a million records
+Had 'em embarrassed
+Signed to Columbia
+Blew a check, he was laughing
+While y'all in the studio bragging about your past and
+Thinking back on trips on Manhattan
+Dad was rolling hotels like The Plaza
+Black bellhops holding
+Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men coming out of cabs
+Limousine holding doors for them
+We all got a job to do, go for it
+
+[Chorus]
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+(Just try to be the best you, man
+That's all I can say, man)
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+(Don't light over here, man
+Put that away, man, put that away)
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+(Tryna tell 'em, know what I'm saying?
+Big Apple my Hennessy, please)
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+(On the rocks, yeah)
+[Verse 2]
+To rappers who never sold crack, telling other people's lives
+Never shot nobody but be shooting people in their rhymes
+Never robbed nobody or re-upped with coke in they ride
+I'm probably who they talking about when they're writing most of their lines
+And I ain't notice it
+Trapping was what was happening with bolder cliques
+Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique
+We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness
+And still ain't know how sick it was in that ocean abyss
+What doesn't come out in the wash comes out in the rinse
+You suckers ain't had no say so
+Whoever put you in the position to have a say so should be questioned theyself
+I'm silk shirts, summer time sunny, sun chaser
+Pretty girl tongue taster, southern girl luster
+City girl love maker
+The matinee watcher
+The good weather on a Saturday afternoon shopper
+Good gift copper
+Still miss Big Poppa
+
+[Chorus]
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+No bad energy, please, no bad energy
+No bad energy, please, no bad energyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Owe Me[Intro: Nas]
+Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
+Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
+Shorty, what up, huh?
+Come on
+
+[Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas]
+Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice (uh, uh)
+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 (uh huh)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice (uh, uh)
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
+Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent
+Owe me back like its money I spent
+Pay me back when you shake it again
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+The don, all the time, with all the shine
+You small time, I ball with mine
+Links, minks, Bentley Azure 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
+Brothers on lockdown on their cot feel it
+It's real in the field, the Last Mohican
+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
+[Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas]
+Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh)
+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 (uh huh)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice (yeah)
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
+Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent
+Owe me back like its money I spent
+Pay me back when you shake it again
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+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 holla
+To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas
+Thugs in renta's, to the playas and ballers
+Sexy mamas, fly ladies looking proper
+Look good enough to be taken shopping
+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
+[Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas]
+Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice (yeah)
+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 (uh huh)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
+Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent
+Owe me back like its money I spent
+Pay me back when you shake it again
+
+[Bridge: Ginuwine]
+I put the 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 Ginuwine)
+(You owe Timbaland, you owe me)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Lock you down baby, 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 (End of the night, babe)
+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 wearing my medallion
+[Outro: Ginuwine]
+Shorty, say what's your price
+(Say what's your price, baby)
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe me something (oh)
+(You owe me something, oh yeah)
+I said shorty, say what's your price
+(You owe Nas)
+Just to back it up
+(You owe Ginuwine)
+You can hold my ice
+(You owe Timbaland)
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe, owe, owe, owe
+You owe us something, baby
+Oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Forget About You[Produced by Will.I.Am]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back
+Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps
+Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one
+Brag, to your grandkids on how life is golden
+So I'mma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
+Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
+All the money and fame, 8 by 10's
+Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
+Colliding with big names that could've made your career stop
+All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot
+Wow, I need a moment y'all
+See I almost felt a tear drop
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+When was the last time you heard a real anthem
+Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
+When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
+Never on schedule, but always on time
+
+[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block
+I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot
+I'm that kid by the number spot
+That's my past that made me hot
+Here's my life long anthem
+Can't forget about you
+(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you)
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Caz, Melle Mel, Flash
+Rocksteady spinnin on they back
+Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince
+Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since
+So irregular, how it messed you up
+When Mr. T became a wrestler
+Can't forget about Jordan's retirement
+The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals kid
+Some things are forever, some things are not
+It's the things we remember that gave the world shock
+They stay in a place in your mind so snug
+Like who the person was with whom you first made love
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+When was the last time you heard a real anthem
+Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
+When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
+Never on schedule, but always on time
+
+[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block
+I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot
+I'm that kid by the number spot
+That's my past that made me hot
+Here's my life long anthem
+Can't forget about you
+(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you)
+Can't forget about you
+(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you)
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now
+Just one syllable, it's the end cause the game's tired
+It's the same vibe, Good Times had right after James died
+That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired
+Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines
+And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times
+But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind
+The past the past enough of it, aight then
+But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson
+Or Mike when his talk was live
+Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+When was the last time you heard a real anthem
+Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
+When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
+Never on schedule, but always on time
+
+[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+These streets hold my deepest days
+This hood taught me golden ways
+Made me, truly this is what made me
+Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
+[Outro: Nat "King" Cole sample]
+That's why, darling, it's incredible
+That someone so unforgettable
+Thinks that I am unforgettable tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Black Bond[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Verse 1]
+I pull a string on the lamp and shit darkens
+I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
+Proletarian chicks sparking
+Convo weak and I don't really care for her jargon
+Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
+Alky on the Henny, woozy in the head, wobbling
+Gucci pillow on the bed, while she giving nogging
+Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
+Thinking I should leave to a European island
+Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin
+Dinner serenaded with a violin
+But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
+Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
+Fine dining Olive Garden
+Nah bitch, Nas is In the real deal
+Food spots on the constant
+Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
+Lifestyle encompasses top-notch watches
+Rolexes, synonymous shit I'm copping
+Ask her has she been around duffle bags
+Full of that fuck you cash
+Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your ass
+Looking in my eyes saying "Nas, you're one lucky bastard"
+Grip your clutch, you'll get finger fucked in the passenger
+I hit the dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter
+See us in the coupe flying past ya
+[Verse 2]
+Esco, dress code, it changes
+Harrods in England
+Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
+Counting wonder in the Tundra
+Get humbled or disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
+Let nothing slide, sly remarks, you must wanna die
+But you fronting, why? When we all know you pumpkin pie
+When we in the bus we fly better shit than Emirates
+To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict
+Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
+You are what a thug about, I'm a fucking juggernaut
+Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
+Who don't speak, she quiet
+So I can think, conspire
+On my feet's a (?), and sometimes sneakers
+Wear ties at the Setai Miami
+Time-pieces are from Zurich
+It’s like I'm allergic, to Nonoxynol 9
+Give it to you raw so you can feel itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blue Benz[Intro]
+As we go through life, one of the big questions about
+Things we purchase is— is, what the value of it is
+Is it really worth it?
+
+[Verse 1]
+I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle
+Razors on us that'll make skin bubble, Moet, we guzzle
+Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines
+That's on God, wish you woulda walked by
+And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
+My chain on, try to book me, you gone
+Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles of Dom
+Took risks, this ain't what you want, there's rules to this
+Don't get it misconstrued, my suit gamе is crisp
+Silk, linen, chiffon, Dior to Diadora
+But I rock custom more, that hustler aura, tap in
+Razor cutter, nineties, eighties lover, raised in gutters
+Raised above it, they made it up out the hood subject, I made you love it
+Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz
+A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out
+Her coke habits was so savage
+She hear voices and see ghosts on the average
+Of her stepdad, he raised her from a carriage
+She was twelve when he passed, she's been in hell since that
+Her grandma raised her, I met her in Kingston, Jamaica
+Where veteran kingpins bought acres, rest in peace Louie Rankin
+Original Don Dada
+[Interlude]
+Come here, come rude bwoy
+Uno waan ramp with bomboclaat me
+Come, come on!
+I murder people fi fun
+Murder uno bomboclaat fi fun
+
+[Verse 2]
+Peace signs in the air for son
+Put his name on the street sign there where he from
+Whenever we hear his bangers, flare up a blunt
+And praise God, and pray we all prepared when He come for us
+Just opened my new office, West Coast branch
+Place my teacup on the saucer, it's Esco, man
+Bossed up, nothing feels better than doing deals with my brothers
+It's surreal, how I feel, y'all should love us
+Life is a test so congratulations to your success
+For having patience, you deserve the best
+You know how they do niggas, the IRS
+People I ain't even met take it out my check
+They the biggest gangster, I respect the jooks
+We buyin' big boy mansions, they respect the crooks
+This for my project niggas and blue Benzes
+Mercedes emblems with they bitch with 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+All Bad[Intro: Nas]
+To all the ones I loved across the world, uh-huh
+It was all good 'til it went bad (Hit-Boy)
+
+[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Nas]
+It's all bad
+It was all good 'til she went bad
+Damn, I hate to take a loss
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all)
+It's all bad
+It's all good 'til it's all bad
+Damn, I hate to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all)
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
+You match my fly, no cap, no lie
+Trophy, arm candy, but I'm better without it
+It's a dub, my love, but I gotta reroute it
+It's a lottery, it's loaded, hope I can see all the motives
+Before she make a fool out of me, I should know 'cause I'm older
+Wasn't meant for me, fuck it, we ain't agree on no subject
+We look good together when we was out in the public
+You used to brighten my day, had me hype as a kid
+First, good morning, good night, now she leave me on read
+I'm disappointed, it's different chicks who want it
+Can't lie, for a minute, I was sick to my stomach
+[Pre-Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
+You need to stop, breathe, think
+Before you say the wrong thing
+And I wish I could stay the night
+But I feel some type of way about it
+I've been stayin' up late
+Thinking about this day (Yeah)
+And I wish I could stay the night
+But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah
+
+[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
+And it's all bad (All bad, all bad)
+I might have to just fall back, fall back
+Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss)
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss
+It's all bad (All bad, mmh)
+You got some problems that I just can't solve, no, no, no
+Damn, I hate to take a loss
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Take a loss)
+
+[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
+I don't love you, girl, that's far from true
+Even took you to the barbecue
+That should show how I much I fuck with you
+I know I gotta make the choice, shit is overdue
+I had to let you off, might have to take a loss
+I might have to take a loss, take a loss
+I kinda like it when I'm far from you lately
+I'm kinda fed up with the bullshit you do
+[Refrain: Anderson .Paak]
+You need to stop, breathe, think
+Before you say the wrong thing
+And I wish I could stay the night
+But I feel some type of way about it
+I've been stayin' up late
+Thinking about this day (Yeah)
+And I wish I could stay the night
+But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yeah, since Guess was spotted on my denim pockets
+And my wave grease would amaze geeks and freeze fly chicks
+Where they stood, I never lost the steps, stay splashin'
+Not one of these just got money, not knowin' how to act
+New to these bad ones, I was on fly chicks since junior high
+Beautiful fly girls caught my eye
+Takin' down some of the girls Drake and Future took down
+But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums
+Texting me that they hate my one-word answers
+Here's two, call me, this is you stalling
+Guess we through, you ignore me, days go by
+Missing you be the worst, play the game, who gon' hit who first
+Checking my Yachtmaster, Pac blaster
+Wonder why they call you bitch, empty shot glasses
+Scrolling back on the thread, the nice things you once said
+Look at us now, it's all bad
+[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
+Aw yeah, and it's all bad
+You know I might have to just fall back, fall back
+Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss)
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Oh)
+It's all bad (All bad, all bad)
+You got some problems, I can't solve 'em all, uh, uh, uh
+Damn, I hate to take a loss  (Man, I hate to take a loss)
+Damn, it hurts to take a loss
+
+[Outro: Anderson .Paak]
+Damn, I love it when you talk to me crazy
+But who the fuck you think you talking to?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Car #85[Intro: Charlie Wilson & Nas]
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da (Big Queens, NYC)
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh), la, oh, oh, ooh
+Ooh-ooh (Yeah), oh, ooh-ooh (Hit-Boy)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas & Charlie Wilson]
+They called me "Babyface" in eighty-eight
+On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait
+Cab service, car eighty-five
+Ten minutes, they back in the car
+Not safe to drive, narcos are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop)
+No secret compartments in the ride, so keep pushin'
+We get stopped, hide it between the seat cushion
+Either that, or just tuck it inside your boot
+Don't throw it out the window yet, son, that's all our loot (Not yet)
+See? They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah)
+He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?)
+I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried)
+I'm just tryna figure out who to be (Nas)
+Horse and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh)
+Plus, Spud and Wallet Head, a lot of bread
+And I was talkin' to Tia
+I went to her block, I was just happy to see her
+And low was how she did me (Ooh)
+She moved from Queens to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee)
+She said, "Visit me, that's if you really miss me" (I did), show proof
+Ten niggas outside her buildin', that's what I go through (Damn)
+1989, my baby mind was advancin' (Yeah)
+Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh)
+I'm losin' her slowly (Uh)
+Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie
+Hop in eighty-five, roll with me (Oh-oh)
+[Chorus: Nas, Charlie Wilson, Both]
+When I used to slide
+I used to call car eighty-five
+Don't want no other driver on the job (Nah)
+Only car eighty-five
+Yo, take me uptown to that smoke shop I like (Ooh)
+Car eighty-five
+All blacked out tint (Running for my life)
+Everywhere we went, we took car eighty-five (Yeah, yeah)
+
+[Interlude: Nas & Charlie Wilson]
+We gon' ride
+Put that tape on I like
+You know that tape I like, turn that shit up (Oh, yeah)
+We gon' smoke and ride (Ooh-ooh)
+Go to Times Square, we take it from there
+Just ride (Ridin' with car eighty-five)
+It's Friday
+It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty, but she on some other shit (Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas & Charlie Wilson]
+In my peripheral view
+Nothin' trivial 'bout me, just witness the truth, I'm certified
+That's been verified
+My mere presence got other guys terrified (Woah, ooh)
+Slap oxygen out your esophagus (Ooh-ooh)
+I survived with stick up kids, was droppin' shit (Ooh-ooh)
+The rotten apple's the tabernacle
+That's NY, White Castles at midnight
+Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and fistfights (Oh, ooh-wee)
+They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies
+Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly
+Next year the whole town strung out
+Swept the block where they hung out
+Look how far we've come now (Amen)
+Grab the duffel and run out
+Seven fiends in one house, hustle sun up to sundown
+What up? Summertime in NY
+In the back seat of car eighty-five (Oh-oh, oh)
+[Outro: Nas & Charlie Wilson]
+The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five
+Any car like that, any number that had that system
+Or that cool ride (Yeah)
+You know that'd make your whole day
+Just bein' able to get up and go
+To this day, I just like to ride
+Lot of thoughts come to mind (Ooh-wee, oh, oh, ooh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nastradamus[Produced by L.E.S]
+
+[Intro]
+Uh, 2000 G
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
+You wanna ball 'till you fall, I can help you with that
+You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
+'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em
+Century 21 solar eclipse
+While you listening to the words that I wrote on the disc
+Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet
+AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet
+QB, PJs, and we playing for keeps
+Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
+Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
+Pop bottles with those who left here
+The best years, wearing a bulletproof vest years
+The aim for the head and chest years
+What's your name? Make your name known
+For the next year's, better rep, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+[Verse 2]
+I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
+Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is
+I was the first one on that Don shit
+First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
+Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
+Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
+Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
+Spending your money on weed, smoke and hotels
+Hood rats and bullet wound up females
+Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
+Slinging for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
+Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
+A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills
+Our honies wearing Gucci high heels
+She come to scoop me, I chill
+Leave the streets alone for a sec
+Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech
+Uh
+
+[Chorus]
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+[Verse 3]
+Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
+Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's on the throne
+And we gon' rep it the best that we can
+Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
+But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
+Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
+And they don't understand how you CEO from heaven
+But that's another level, brethren
+Two G's, we got the type fam with MAC-11's
+We do squeeze, thought it's not right
+But that's the zone that we left in
+Bentleys, Porches, Piaget watches
+Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless
+Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes
+And we all roll dice, for each other's ice
+And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?
+But only one man, only the mind's eye can understand that I'm...
+
+[Chorus]
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
+Now he is Nastradamus
+[Outro]
+Ill Will
+Nastradamus
+New LP for the 2G
+Uh
+Bravehearts
+Nation
+Big Things
+Lucciano
+Oh, the Lord again
+M-O-B-B Deep
+Zaire
+Jungle
+Wiz, horse
+L-E-S, L-E-SEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+10 Points[Verse 1]
+America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise
+For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members
+Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures
+And ain't nobody in no cult
+I give so much, financially give away
+But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today
+Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid
+I trust no one today because what someone in my past did
+
+[Chorus]
+King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
+King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
+King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
+Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it
+King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
+King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
+King, I started sayin' "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
+And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King
+
+[Verse 2]
+Take it from a street dude, you don't need to be a street dude
+Get a lawyer, read your contract, and eat food
+Become Roberta Flack or Lionel
+When you catch flack, that mean they got they eye on you
+Produce great results, they start to lie on you
+Is it love for a Queens dude in Supreme shoes
+Or did the street code expire with these dudes?
+Especially now, I don't expect you to bow, but stand
+Creating jobs, named my venture from after the land
+I came from, that's unheard of
+A hood that's known for murder now doing mergers
+The streets is a lie, don't believe these dudes, jail or death is all you get
+They tell you never move, but when they get money, they split
+[Chorus]
+King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
+King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
+King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
+Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it
+King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
+King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
+King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" (Peace King)
+And after that, it took off like fire
+
+[Verse 3]
+They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do
+You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you
+Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you
+Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither
+Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it
+Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers
+Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us
+Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that
+
+[Chorus]
+Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
+King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
+King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
+Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it
+King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
+King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
+King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
+And after that, it took off like fire, peace, KingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+27 Summers[Intro]
+Hit-Boy
+
+[Verse]
+Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice)
+The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life)
+Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm)
+Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish)
+Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
+Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
+Premier movies with my man De Niro
+And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures
+Black-grown, black-owned
+Black women is the backbone (Love)
+Latin food in the back room
+Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
+Followin' the cash rules
+
+[Chorus]
+Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
+Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
+Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
+Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
+
+[Bridge]
+Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)
+Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)
+All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?)
+What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
+What they say about us? (What they say about us?)
+[Chorus]
+Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
+Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
+Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
+Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World Is Yours (Tip Mix)[Intro]
+(Who's world is this?)
+(Who's world is this?)
+La la la, la la la
+(Who's world is this?)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
+Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
+To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
+Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
+The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
+A fiend of hip-hop, it's 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
+And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
+Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
+I can't call it, beats make me fallin' asleep
+I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
+I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
+I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)
+I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
+
+[Chorus]
+(Whose world is this?)
+The world is yours
+Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
+(Whose world is this?)
+Yeah, the world is yours
+To the Phillie blunt heads, crack-pumpin' drug murderers
+(Whose world is this?)
+The world is yours
+To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans
+(Whose world is this?)
+Fuck it, the world is mine
+Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand
+(Whose world is this?)
+[Verse 2]
+To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
+To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
+My insight enlights vision
+Words of wisdom, niggas pay me intuition to listen
+To murder paragraphs of mysticism
+Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
+So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free
+Son, I need weed to proceed
+Change the flow speed and I'm gettin' vex, Giuliani is 6-6-6
+There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays
+I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed
+Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted castle
+The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso
+And yo, the trife life is the most influential
+Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental
+How you livin', large or broker?
+You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers
+Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker
+
+[Chorus]
+The world is mine
+Persona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine
+(Whose world is this?)
+The whole world is mine
+Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye
+(Whose world is this?)
+Henny up with the lye (La la la)
+Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)
+The Hennylo, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la)
+Don't stop the Hennylo (La la la)
+Who puff the lye? (La la la)
+Everyday, puff the lye plus the Hennylo (La la la)
+[Verse 3]
+I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
+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 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
+Tryin' to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip
+Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip
+And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
+Even my brain's in handcuffs
+Headed for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom
+The crew is lampin' Ill Will style
+Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
+Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
+Walk the blocks with a bop
+Checkin' dames plus the games people play
+I check the dames plus the games people play
+Bust the problems of the world today
+
+[Break]
+(Who's world is this?)
+(Who's world is this?)
+(Who's world is this?)
+(Who's world is this?)
+(Who's world is this?)
+(La la la, la la la, la la la la la)
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wizard, keep that lye in the air
+Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole fuckin' Queens
+My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, Lord
+The Queensbridge nation, get it on
+Fakin' no fuckin' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back
+A big shoutout to my man Killa, Ron Du, it's on you
+L.E.S. on another murder quest
+'94, we out
+Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere
+Keep the la la goin'...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stillmatic Freestyle (H to the Omo Jay-Z Diss)Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans
+Out of luck, no constructive plans
+My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
+You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
+Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
+But every church in the world can't save our children
+I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
+Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately
+Them bullets had some other names on it, a brother was blind
+I hit the L, then we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
+I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunt from my room door
+Little Nasir was at war
+And little did I care what you saw
+Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
+
+But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments
+Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
+And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara
+Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
+The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
+Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the medicine man
+I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
+Young girls are unfastening they Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
+All this fashion and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
+N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me
+Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with money bags
+Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat Beans fast
+And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
+You show off, I count off when you sample my voice
+I rule you, before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens
+Nas designed your Blueprint, who you kidding?
+Is he H to the izzo, M to the izzo?
+For shizzle you phony, the rapper version of Sisqo
+And that's for certain, you cloned me, your wack clothes line
+I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your fake coke rhymes
+And those times, they never took place, you liar
+Un was your first court case, you had no priors
+You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
+Have you surrounded, you and them faggot you down with
+
+While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers
+Corny as Cormega, all you Hip-Hop queers
+Since Illmatic, It Was Written: I Am... Nastradamus
+That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
+My next few albums, instead of projects
+They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
+
+Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
+Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
+Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
+New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
+I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
+Did crimes and headline on stage
+I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
+Streets Disciple, I'm StillmaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Til the War Is Won[Verse 1: Nas]
+You know I love you different, my queen, my mother, sister
+Protect you with my life, let's deconstruct the myth-uh
+You just depressed a bit, and only good for sexin' with you
+Let's dismantle that, it's a man you lack
+You don't need us, you could handle that
+Let's see where the Black family at
+We need each other, with bad tempers, we defeat each other
+Single mothers, my heart's bleeding for you
+These coward men, that were beating on you (Never me)
+Let's silence them with a silencer
+For the violence of relationships
+Hold your head up, don't take that shit, run away from it
+I shoulda ran away myself, the amount of pain I was dealt
+And I'm a man, my job is to help
+Single parent home, came up, now the man is grown
+Mom's gone, pop's here, wish God reversed the roles
+(Sometimes) If I could've chose, subsidized housin'
+Sometimes witnessin' the most foulest things would arouse us
+We became numb like pure 'caine on the tongue
+To the pains from economical strains
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Lil Durk]
+Diabolical games put on our future kings
+And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah)
+May God give strength to women who lost they sons
+I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh woah, oh-oh)
+We're nothing without our women
+I give all I have 'til the war is won (Yeah)
+(Ooh woah, oh-oh)
+I give all I have
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+2020 flows, everything getting exposed (Exposed)
+Who really the bros? (Bros) Who really is goals? (Goals)
+Who ready to let it go? All the grudges we hold (Uh)
+It's too many fallen soldiers NY to the 'Go (Chi-Town)
+Late night outside, you hear the forty drum (Baow)
+In every ghetto and all the slums (For real)
+These laws made to slaughter us (Damn)
+I give all I have 'til the war is won
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk & Nas]
+I was servin' out my mama crib, she ain't know about it (She ain't know about it)
+Complaining about my rent, but I know my mama got me (My mama got me)
+She told me to be a man, and never sleep through problems (Sleep through problems)
+University of the streets, I ain't plan on going to college (Oh yeah)
+Why you crying 'bout low income and welfare? (Ooh)
+You ain't the only one going through it, this everywhere
+Better hold your head, I know it don't feel fair
+Reason my people dead and they know I still care
+Depending on the people, then you gotta do better
+Black lives matter, I'm for real, it do matter (For real, it do matter)
+Black-on-black crime, they still do it to whoever (Whoever)
+Talking to the trenches, we just gotta do better (Do better)
+He think he Martin Luther, but he tryna be a shooter (Tryna be a shooter)
+Got his car took, he ride with guns in the Uber (In the Uber)
+I'm talking where we from, we carry MACs, but no computers (No computers)
+He got out yesterday, but he went in when he was juvie (Chi-Town)
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Diabolical games put on our future kings
+And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah)
+May God give strength to women who lost they sons
+I give all I have 'til the war is won
+
+[Outro: Nas & Lil Durk]
+She do the best to raise our young
+Ooh, she independent and she don't depend on no one
+We nothing without our women
+Ooh, she independent, went from a girl to a woman
+One love to the single mothers
+Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah
+I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh, woah, oh-oh)
+'Til the war is won, we gotta stick together
+Women, stop chasing your man away
+Men, stop acting crazy, chasing your woman away
+We all we have 'til the war is won, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Small World[Produced by  Carlos "6 July" Broady & Nashiem Myrick]
+
+[Intro]
+See no evil, fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil
+If you don't bring that shit around you
+You ain't got nothing to worry about (uh-huh)
+Yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
+Know what I'm saying?
+Yo, yo yo yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Carolyn from Maryland, she Lady Heroin
+She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan
+Keys of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat
+She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
+Her ice fro, ass is curvy, 40 years old
+She passing for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
+Madison Ave., shopping when she not, copping bricks of that shit
+She hopping on dicks, riding Pony's who trick
+At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
+After that I usually bumped into her shopping for jewellery
+Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math
+Ain't nothing new to me, blowing backs out, six-pack Stout's
+Wide fat mouth, the evil look with a bow-leg
+Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads
+She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
+A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy
+She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck
+She knew about cats from way back, we smoke the haystack
+She never coughed once, blunts was her hobby
+She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, '96 he tried to rob me
+I jetted though, sometimes you never know
+He snorted all her work, now she need me to do her dirty work
+[Chorus]
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Nigga you reap what you sow
+What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know
+A very small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Where beef could never end
+At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now
+Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow
+Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..")
+
+[Verse 2]
+Snook from Red Hook was grimy, did 5 years, glad to be home
+From Attica, known for keeping chrome calibers
+Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it
+5 years planning to blow soon as he hit the bridicks
+Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low
+Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O
+Started robbing niggas ‘til he caught a whole kilo
+He had a bunch of starving niggas he owe, he never paid though
+Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard"
+Laying with his bitch, 'niggas is rich' is what he told her
+Played the block, holding cracks inside the baby stroller
+Here come his crazy soldier, 6 shots it's over
+A year went past, Snook went flossing fast
+His old man had crossed his ass for the laws of this fast cash
+[Chorus]
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Nigga you reap what you sow
+What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know
+A very small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Where beef could never end
+At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now
+Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow
+Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..")
+
+[Verse 3]
+I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
+We let the slugs fly, enter your brain through your skull
+Another thug died, pitching your soul into that infinite
+Black hole where many souls go cause of a .44 blast
+Snook was one of ‘em, so many more
+Even that Fendi whore got niggas hit up, yeah let that Henny pour
+Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich
+Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God
+Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job
+He was close to her ever since she took him inside
+When his moms died, dope fiend OD'd, '85
+He went crazy, stuck up banks to stay alive
+He was live, do niggas even know the things that he tried
+Robbed armored trucks, incidents where police died
+He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God, he stared at me hard
+Two of his mans with him, I got to hit 'em
+I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on
+And get my blast on, at the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing
+Out the way as my Taurus spray
+Jump in the whip, hit the highway
+You know how I say, the game that I play
+It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies
+But can't figure out whose who, keep it true
+Shit is cool now -- put the tools down? Never
+'Cause everyday is on, livin this life, out for this cheddar
+[Chorus]
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Nigga you reap what you sow
+What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know
+A very small world ("It's a.. small world..")
+Where beef could never end
+At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again
+It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now
+Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow
+Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..")
+
+[Outro]
+I'm going to see you again..
+Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga..
+Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Zombie[Verse 1]
+Uhh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
+All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
+And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media?
+They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?
+Why you listen when the teachers at school
+Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool
+Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
+Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it?
+Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
+I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
+Words like God is Greek or Latin
+So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
+My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
+Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
+What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
+Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan
+What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask
+For reparations, then they hit us with tax
+And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
+So stop being controlled, we black zombies
+
+[Chorus]
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars
+We've already gone insane
+We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
+Stab our own backs and dream too much
+Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and
+Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them
+Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
+On our own people and, fuck black leaders
+'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic
+Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet
+Let's all get down and get up
+Victims walking 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck
+Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church
+Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first
+We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated
+Just to make another generation - black zombies
+
+[Chorus]
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+
+[Verse 3]
+You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance
+Feel free, hear the music and dance
+If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
+Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
+Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim
+Islam's a beautiful thing
+And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
+Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly
+So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
+Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow
+{*roaring*} .. That's the sound of the beast
+I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid
+Control your own destiny, you are a genius
+Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
+[Chorus]
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
+We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
+
+[Outro:]
+Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years
+Ghetto niggas won't have it no mo', can I get a witness?
+Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it
+When you can do it yourself; it's all in you, do it, do it
+Do it niggas.. c'mon, uhh, peace...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mastermind[Intro]
+Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh...
+
+[Chorus]
+(A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes
+(A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones
+(A mastermind) everything planned out perfect
+In case y'all niggas got to get murdered
+(A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy
+(A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book
+(A mastermind) never do a thing irrational
+Lives forever, these tales are classical
+
+[Verse 1]
+Velvet bow ties
+Bulletproof's in the tux, when I roll by
+In a car similar to Osama's, in my diamonds
+And my principal is to study drama
+Look what happened in Manhattan
+A couple of, years ago when guns started clappin'
+Two of my dogs fell, two of my niggas ran
+They was amateurs in beef with a grown man
+It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand
+And how the weak end up in a coffin
+Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man
+Keep your ears to the street, you'll never lose, man
+Make your enemies believe there's love there
+'Cause in war, belief is all fair
+Rock them to sleep, shots in your Jeep
+And you ain't never know the plot was from me
+It's from my masterminds
+[Chorus]
+(A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes
+(A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones
+(A mastermind) everything planned out perfect
+In case y'all niggas got to get murdered
+(A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy
+(A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book
+(A mastermind) never do a thing irrational
+Lives forever, these tales are classical
+
+[Verse 2]
+It ain't a game it's the life
+Think it's a game, you lame
+And I'm nice on that black stone Merlot
+Toast to my hero Nat Turner
+Weather below zero, gave the keys to Kelis
+Whispered in her earlobe, "drive home"
+'Cause she the wife and they the freaks
+The underneath my girl caliber
+They smiled at her and said "Goodbye"
+With niggas who thug or die, they wild as us
+My bodyguards in my Denali truck
+Knowing that I'm surrounded by OGs
+That I don't really get down with
+They got a separate table for their freaks bought them drinks
+So we could talk man-to-man so real niggas could link
+I knew, they kill hoes too like Rae Carruth
+They used to spray troops, now they managing groups
+The main nigga Sonny had big money since '82
+Had two of my dogs whacked, nothing I could do
+That was back when I had no crew, I switched that
+Now I'm strong with niggas who feel Sonny was wrong
+My money's long, his money is weak, he's losing sleep
+Trying to feel me out, to see what it's gon' be
+But I'm a mastermind
+[Chorus]
+(A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes
+(A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones
+(A mastermind) everything planned out perfect
+In case y'all niggas got to get murdered
+(A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy
+(A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book
+(A mastermind) never do a thing irrational
+Lives forever, these tales are classical
+
+[Verse 3]
+I live a clean life, I don't even steal cable
+I speak for myself, my niggas'll slay you
+Lucky us, this rap done worked out fine
+Feds, check me out, it's no dirt y'all find
+This King of New York shit only last 15 minutes
+Every nigga get burned, but it's what you did with it
+Niggas who brilliant, came in and killed it
+Made millions every three months, new jury
+I'm low, smoking Blueberry with a ho
+That know a few scary individuals, it's eerie as she get into it
+Squares, they into voodoo
+She says a Hail Mary, then she said she knew who
+Would come and try to kill you too
+
+[Chorus]
+(A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes
+(A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones
+(A mastermind) everything planned out perfect
+In case y'all niggas got to get murdered
+(A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy
+(A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book
+(A mastermind) never do a thing irrational
+Lives forever, these tales are classicalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sly Fox[Audio sample]
+
+[Verse 1]
+The sly fox, cyclops
+We locked in an idiot box
+The video slots broadcasting Waco Davidian plots
+They own YouTube, MySpace
+When this ignorant shit going to stop?
+They monopolizing news, your views
+And the channel you choose, propaganda, visual cancer
+The eye in the sky, number 5 on the dial
+Secret agenda, frequency antenna, Dr. Mindbender
+Remote control, soul controller, your brain holder
+Slave culture, game's over
+What's a fox characteristic? Slick shit, censored misinformation
+Pimp the station, over-stimulation
+Reception, deception, Comcast digital Satan
+The fox has a bushy tail
+And Bush tells lies and fox-trots
+So, I don't know what's real (what's real)
+
+[Chorus]
+Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins
+Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box
+And unplug from the Matrix doctrine
+But watch what you say, Big Brother is watching
+Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins
+Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box
+And unplug from the Matrix doctrine
+But watch what you say, Fox Five is watching
+[Verse 2]
+The Fear Factor got you all riled up
+O'Reilly? Oh really? No rally needed, I'll tie you up
+Network for child predators, setting them up
+MySpace, pimps, hoes and sluts
+Y'all exploit rap culture, then y'all flip on us
+And you own the Post, and y'all shit on us
+What is their net worth?
+They're going to try to censor my next verse
+Throw them off the roof neck first
+While I'm clicking my cursor
+Reading blogs about pressure they put on Universal
+It gets worse
+While I'm clicking my mouse, while they kick in my house
+They figured us out, why a nigga go south?
+It's either he caught a body
+Don't sleep, they're watching
+I watch CBS, and I see BS
+Trying to track us down with GPS
+Make a nigga want to invest in PBS (see BS)
+
+[Chorus]
+Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins
+Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box
+And unplug from the Matrix doctrine
+But watch what you say, Big Brother is watching
+Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins
+Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box
+And unplug from the Matrix doctrine
+But watch what you say, Fox Five is watching
+[Verse 3]
+They say I'm all about murder murder and kill kill
+But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill?
+What about Cheney and Halliburton?
+The back door deals on oil fields?
+How is Nas the most violent person?
+Y'all don't know talent if it hit you
+Bringing up my criminal possession charges with a pistol
+I use Viacom as my firearm
+Then let the lyrics split you, who do you rely upon?
+Then shoot shells at Leviath-o-n
+I'm dealing with the higher form
+Fuck if you care of how I write a poem
+Only fox that I loved was the Red one
+Only black man that Fox love is in jail or a dead one
+Red rum, political bedlam
+Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum
+Murdoch owns Fox, not A-Team with Baracus
+And he hates Barack cause he march with the marches
+
+[Interlude: Deep voice]
+I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth
+Not the biased truth
+Not the liest truth
+But the highest truth
+I will not be deceived
+Nor will I believe in the propaganda
+I will not fall for the okie-doke
+I am tuned in...
+[Outro]
+Watch what they watching
+Watch what you're watching
+Better watch because they're watching
+Watch what you're watching
+M-m-media, misleading you
+Watch what you're watchingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography of Rakim)[Intro]
+The unauthorized copy
+Dedication to my children, my child, Destiny Jones
+To my niece and nephews, Suree, Malik, Jabari
+The world is yours
+Acknowledgements: first off I wanna thank God
+And I wanna thank everybody for helping me out with this
+Couldn't do it without you. Chapter 1
+
+[Verse]
+January 28, 1968
+Born into this world, William Griffin The Great
+Chapter 1, Wyandanch, Long Island
+Scientific rhyming invented a new style when
+He met with Eric Barrier from East Elmhurst
+The melody they created was the first
+Burst on the scene 1986, with clap to this
+'87 dropped a classic disc
+The facts is the tracklist was like full
+The vocals, the beats, according to Marley Marl
+Recorded in my hometown Queensbridge
+That's why it's so relative
+This biography was unauthorized
+I spit it how it was given to author Nas
+William changed his name at sixteen to Rakim Allah
+Cause Clarence 13X had New York on lock
+Gods on every block, jams in every park
+I remember hearing Kurtis Blow saying
+"It can't get better than this"
+'Til Run DMC blew my brains to bits
+From leather coats to shell toes to the Stan Smiths, to Dapper Dan kicks
+First million-dollar deal ever in rap
+18th Letter did that
+From 4th & Broadway to Uni to MCA
+We followed the leader to Harlem's Apollo Theatre
+Supreme, Rap and the 50 that don't rap
+Fort Greene, Queens, Strong Island wolfpack
+Paid In Full posse, hot they was on
+And Ra had his firstborn
+With the next line I'ma be easy
+His wisdom's name is Fifi
+EPMD put a record out, was dope
+Tension spread, and I quote
+"Smack me and I smack you back"
+Sounded like the answer to the "I Ain't No Joke" track
+For a second it ain't look good
+Little tension buzzing from Wyandanch to Brentwood
+Misunderstood, all forgot
+At sixteen when I met Freddie Foxxx
+Toting burners, the whole coast's most concern was
+How has Rakim's flow made Christians convert with Islamic ways
+Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em was the third LP
+A sophisticated mean one
+Before similar voices were King Sun
+A few others, but sooner or later, the game was Ra's kingdom
+At sixteen, son was watching him, mesmerized
+Respect, not jocking him, was so amazing, besides
+He came on the stage with lasers in his eyes
+Walk with me now
+[Outro]
+Unauthorized Biography of Rakim
+Epilogue: Mother was a jazz singer
+Nephew to R & B legend Ruth Brown
+Discography: Paid In Full, Follow The Leader, Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique
+That's the end of the group, went on for solo
+Dropped "The R", then The 18th Letter, then I think something, The Master
+Was signed to Aftermath
+Scheduled to release an album Oh My God with Dr. Dre
+The album was dismantled because of creative differences
+The end
+To the new beginning, yeah
+Next book, KRS-One. PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hustlers[Intro: Nas]
+Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
+Nas, he a QB-QB true G
+Do the history
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Way before The Firm, like back in the day
+Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
+So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
+The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
+But we still get together, like, every several years
+To sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears
+Relax, sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
+Low-key, no G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
+I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with gray eyes
+Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
+I like to celebrate, why? ‘Cause I can vision
+Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
+So every breath I take is all about the rules
+It's hard for you to breathe, like you at high altitude
+So crack the Patron, it's on heathens
+The God's back, hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin'
+
+[Hook: Marsha]
+Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
+Make that cake, cop two five fivers
+Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
+East to West Coast, we riders
+Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
+Make that cake, cop two five fivers
+Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
+East to West Coastin' O.G
+[Bridge: Nas & Game]
+He a Compton-Compton O.G
+Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's
+A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
+West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots
+He a Compton-Compton O.G
+Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's
+A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
+West Coast kill the tracks East Coast *gunshot*
+
+[Verse 2: Game]
+1995, eleven years from the day
+I'm in the record shop with choices to make
+Illmatic on the top shelf, The Chronic on the left, homie
+Wanna cop both but only got a 20 on me
+So fuck it, I stole both, spent the 20 on a dub sack
+Ripped the package off Illmatic and bumped that
+For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed
+I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
+Inside the dope house, bottlin' up sherm
+Bangin' The Firm, Dre was king then so I waited my turn
+Fast forward, now I'm making 'em burn
+Ended my peers' careers
+Hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
+So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
+I stopped beefin' with niggas, ‘cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
+Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
+If I ruled the world I summons all you weak rap niggas to death
+[Bridge: Nas & Game]
+He a Compton-Compton OG
+Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's
+A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
+West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yo, the Jordans sportin', come off the dice game
+With a fortune walkin', you a walking coffin'
+The musket, I tucked it, you bluff it, I bust it
+You're sideways talking, so I lay often
+I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
+Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
+Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas
+That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
+And if I'm sane that Soul Plane movie's the bomb
+Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
+You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
+Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting
+See that's malarky you yappin'
+I open up the tripod to put the Gatling on, and I start clappin'
+Nasty man, from bagging grams and runnin' from cops
+To a mil on the hand, a mil on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc
+
+[Hook: Marsha]
+Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
+Make that cake, cop two five fivers
+Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
+East to West Coast, we riders
+Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
+Make that cake, cop two five fivers
+Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
+East to West Coastin' O.GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blaze a 50[Verse 1]
+Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
+Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
+Brazilian candy, from Miami
+Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
+Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
+She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
+Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to
+Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers
+Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
+33, recovering from plastic surgery
+Went from 34B to 36 double D
+Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party
+Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
+MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
+I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators
+When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas
+Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders
+A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
+It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love
+Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub
+Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet
+Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
+Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character
+Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips
+Givin' head like she knew me for years
+Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs
+Millions she would get if his neck got slit
+She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me
+Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
+He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif
+Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
+You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear
+Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
+So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin'
+Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin'
+P-11's, ACP shells for blastin'
+Caught him with his Spanish maid
+He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs
+She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
+Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence
+His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
+Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
+Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
+In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children
+Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision
+All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"
+I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland
+Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight
+The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
+Now we're back to where we meet a-gain...
+[Verse 2]
+Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
+Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
+Top down, night air blow her hair
+Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
+Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
+Took a blast out of her coke bag
+Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed
+Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass
+Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
+Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stillmatic (Freestyle)[Produced Eric B]
+
+[Intro]
+Ayo Nasty Nas, what up?
+~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards fronting
+I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know?
+~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you stillmatic
+
+[Verse]
+Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I am, I can't trust my fans
+Out of luck, no constructive plans
+My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
+You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
+Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
+But every church in the world can't save our children
+I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
+Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately
+Them bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
+I hit the L, then, we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
+I loaded up shells, one by one
+You smelled blunts from my room door, little Nasir was at war
+And little did I care what you saw
+Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
+But in the projects, I vision Muhammad, in linen garments
+Preaching man, woman, and child, the living Prophet
+And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
+Fistful of dollars in the dice game, God
+The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
+Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the medicine man
+I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
+Young girls are unfastening their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
+All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
+N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me
+Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with Money Bags
+Stop in Philly, order cheesesteaks and eat Beans fast
+And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
+You show off, I count dough off when you sample my voice
+I rule you—before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens
+Nas designed your blueprint, who you kidding?
+Is he H to the izz-O, M to the izz-O?
+For shizzle, you phony, the rapping version of Sisqo
+And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
+I'd rather Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes
+And those times, they never took place, you liar
+Un was your first court case, you had no priors
+You master-fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
+Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with
+While they riding Nas, trying to boost their careers
+Corny as Cormega, all you hip-hop queers
+Since Illmatic, It Was Written, I Am Nastradamus
+That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you; now, here's a promise
+My next few albums—instead of projects
+They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
+Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
+Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
+Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
+New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
+I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
+Did crimes and headline on stage
+I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
+Street's Disciple, I'm Stillmatic
+[Outro: Woman's voice]
+You make me feel so goodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shoot ’Em Up[Verse 1]
+One .44, two .45's
+Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
+Five hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die
+We shooting every mothafucka outside
+Pulled on his block, jumped out the car
+Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran
+There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
+Let the trigger blow, seven shots now he lying on the ground
+Blood on the floor then we shot some more
+Niggas he was with two niggas hit, one nigga fell
+One tried to run, go get him son
+Make sure he's done 'fore we bail, I ain't tryna go to jail
+Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat
+If these nigga think they could fuck around
+Real niggas do real things by all means
+Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
+
+[Chorus]
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
+[Verse 2]
+Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
+Six tinted windows, and I'm on my way
+To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
+Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
+Ringing the bell, where in the hell, could they be at?
+I'm about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at
+Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack?
+Now pull my strap, it's my man and we have the same plan
+There them bitches go, Civic '94
+Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile
+Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
+"Nas this is Sherry, Sherry this is Nas and his man, ready?"
+Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
+Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
+Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam
+Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
+He killed the hoes, took all they dough
+Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs
+Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
+Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
+My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
+"Put your gun down, we can skip town"
+Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
+Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range
+[Chorus]
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
+(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bridging the Gap[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro: Nas & Olu Dara]
+The light is there
+Yeah yeah
+You see I come from Mississippi
+I was young and runnin' wild
+Ended up in New York City
+Where I had my first child
+I named the boy Nasir
+All the boys call him Nas
+I told him as a youngster
+He'll be the greatest man alive
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Let's go!...
+Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey --
+Chuck Berry of these rap skits, styles I mastered
+Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
+But I'm still number one, everyday real
+Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
+Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss
+Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi
+Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy
+Bridging the gap, from the blues, to jazz, to rap
+The history of music on this track
+Born in the game, discovered my father's music
+Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
+But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
+Some are well-known, some doin' bids
+I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
+If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo
+[Chorus: Olu Dara & Nas]
+See I come from Mississippi
+I was young and runnin' wild (Uh huh)
+Ended up in New York City (New york)
+Where I had my first child (That's me y'all)
+I named the boy Nasir (Yeah!)
+All the boys call him Nas (That's what's up!)
+I told him as a youngster
+He'll be the greatest man alive
+Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!)
+Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
+Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
+Old school, new school, know school rules
+All these years I been voicin' my blues
+I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart
+Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
+But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with
+Books to read, like X and stuff
+Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
+In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
+Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
+Cause none'a them would like my style
+Read more books than the curriculum profile
+Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
+Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"
+[Chorus: Olu Dara & Nas]
+I was born in Mississippi
+I was young and runnin' wild
+Moved to New York City
+Where I had my first child
+I named the boy Nasir
+All the boys call him Nas
+I told him as a youngster
+He'll be the greatest man alive
+Greatest man - The great-greatest man alive (Tell 'em!)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas & Olu Dara]
+Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
+He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
+Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
+Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to
+I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique (Yeah)
+Madagascar, Paris, Greece (Uh huh)
+But little Africa is where we live (Yeah)
+Better known as Queenbridge
+Nas, Nas you don't stop
+Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
+Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
+From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
+Tell 'em Pop
+[Outro: Olu Dara & Nas]
+See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know)
+I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)
+Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)
+Where I had my first child (That's me)
+I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)
+All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)
+I told him as a youngster
+He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
+Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
+Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
+Rest In Peace Ray CharlesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Album Intro[Produced by Nas & Trackmasters]
+
+[Various Speakers & Nas]
+"Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee?"
+"Mmmhmm. Damn, man"
+"I can't take it man"
+"Sho' can't"
+"You think this is gonna eva' change?"
+"Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night"
+"This cotton"
+"Shit!"
+"I can't take it man"
+"Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go
+Ain't no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man"
+"It's callin' me too"
+"It's time we go"
+"Yeah, I'm wichou!"
+"Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man!
+"You ain't nothin', you ain't nothin'"
+"Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna
+Have ourselves a hangin' tonight!"
+
+[Nas & (AZ)]
+1996!
+Back up in this nigga
+The right way, though, you know?
+(Double-tre son, you know ain't nothin' coincidental or accidental, dunn)
+No doubt!
+(You know how it's goin' down, man)
+It was all written
+(No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man
+You know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son
+They playin' with a 54 deck, you see with the jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying?)
+Son, I'm playin' with the 52
+(You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I playin')
+But, yo, they takin' us into this next millennium, right now
+(I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law
+Cause without law ain't no order, you know what I'm sayin'
+That's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin' though)
+True
+(Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean?)
+Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son
+(Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right?)
+Word, with the big ass face on it
+(Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though
+You know what I'm sayin?)
+No question
+(All eyes seein', son, you know it was written, no question)
+Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men
+Nesa's the woman, you know? It was writtenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nothing Lasts Forever[Intro]
+A lot of times it seems like you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
+But, yo, yo, if you got a plan, believe me, you gon' get there
+You gon' get everything you ever wanted, baby
+That's my word
+Trust
+
+[Verse 1]
+My niggas come home from long bids
+They check for me before they see their own kids
+I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
+Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
+Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
+Guide us through your hood and any locality, then back to Queens
+Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers
+Bumpin' out old shit
+That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves
+Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
+From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
+100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts
+Back then, nobody wore a vest
+Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
+Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot, wylin'
+Look at the chain I snatched with the medallion worth a thousand
+Cops rushed, the God done made it home smilin'
+Half of the crew? Prob'ly on the island
+Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger
+Playin' corners, stick the elevator never thought
+Project life would promise nothin' but to die trife
+For steppin' on the next man's Nikes, my motto: look for tomorrow
+Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way
+Gats spray, these shorties is killers
+The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
+And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in
+Like 'who's you?' when I cruise through
+I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends
+Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever
+[Chorus]
+Everything will eventually come to an end
+So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it?
+The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
+'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Yo
+Everything will eventually come to an end
+So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it?
+The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
+'Cause nothin' lasts forever (Yo)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Nice cars, livin' like a star, club-hoppin'
+Poppin' bottles at the bar, love shoppin'
+Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
+One for your wife, one for your freak
+Silver-spurs Rolls Royce, too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
+Pool parties, beautiful view
+You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style, baggy jeans style
+Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile
+Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses
+Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'
+Thinkin', "Damn, wish my niggas could afford this"
+On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless
+Talkin' to lawyers, accountants, investments
+Money doubles, triples, protect it: hard work you manifested
+Worries of failure, when you buried is your familia
+Gon' keep your name prosperin' to the maximum?
+You should live, there's only one life, that's the physical
+Rich or poor or in jail, why the fuck should you be miserable?
+Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
+Love could have your heartbeat skippin', thugs turn to religion
+The bitch you love could start to hate you
+The shit you used to do escape you
+Things that make you laugh represent the past
+Reminisce the block, gamble Gs on the floor
+Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more
+Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
+Turned 'em into shopping malls, the hood is like a ghost town
+Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
+Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real
+[Chorus]
+Everything must eventually come to an end
+So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it?
+The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
+'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know?
+Everything will eventually come to an end
+So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it?
+The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
+'Cause nothin' lasts forever
+
+[Outro]
+Ya know? Ya know? Nothin' lasts forever, ya know?
+Let it go, let it goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Every Ghetto[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uhh, yeah, uhh
+Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days
+Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair
+His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me
+Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me
+It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer
+I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya
+'Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water
+Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order
+Shit is plastic material, havin' no life
+I crash whips and leave it no matter the price
+As long as I survive, cop a new five
+Circle the block where the beef's at
+And park in front of my enemy's eyes
+They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters
+There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers
+And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' the earth
+Watchin' your own murder reoccur
+
+[Chorus: Blitz]
+For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
+For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal
+For every child that's born, and every nigga gone
+And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning
+For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
+For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal
+For every child that's born, and every nigga gone
+And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning
+[Verse 2: Blitz]
+It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me
+Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me
+Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust
+Greed and contempt, no street is exempt
+Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks
+I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks
+Oil paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain
+Fallin deep into the pits of the game
+This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times
+Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggas for the dime
+Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside
+In the ghetto with a million ways to die
+Stayin' high to relieve the pain, breathin' in the game
+Exhalin' guilt sin and shame, misery and strain
+What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax
+I stand back, hopin' I'll make it through tomorrow
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes
+Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
+Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
+But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
+Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
+How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse
+Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
+Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
+Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
+And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
+Got guns when I'm with my daughter
+Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
+She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
+Black princess it's a ugly world
+I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
+Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
+My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
+My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
+Though my songs come from the Father
+I'm lonely... hold me, it's gettin' darker
+[Chorus: Blitz]
+For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
+For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal
+For every child that's born, and every nigga gone
+And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning
+For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
+For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal
+For every child that's born, and every nigga gone
+And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+America[Intro: Nas & Flo Simpson]
+Yo, it's like waking up, from a bad dream (America)
+Just to figure out, you wasn't dreaming in the first place (no)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+If all I saw was gangsters coming up as a youngster
+Pussy and money the only language I clung to
+Claim to, I mold myself up to become one
+Ain't ya happy I chose rap? I'm a monster
+Streets deceiving, can't believe my achievements
+Cultural strata, persona's that of a non-needer
+Cause I don't need nada 'cept for Prada beaver
+For cold winters, tattoos got my summer sleeveless
+To my G's on the flee from the coppers
+Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors
+From the slums I come up, a phoenix caked up
+Trying to take what I'm eating came up
+A dismissive kid
+You lucky if you allowed to witness this
+Savvy, mild, wild hardly
+A man's man, who would've knew the beach houses and wild parties
+Jezebels and Stella McCartneys
+For years, all that, how can I not be dead?
+This old German said I was a thug with a knotty head
+Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled
+With a face like he wonder where I got my bread
+Probably all these stones he see, from my shows overseas
+From crime to rhyme
+My story is I'm from the home of the thieves
+[Chorus: Nas, Flo Simpson & Both]
+America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
+Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is
+America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
+This is not what you think it is
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Blessed, the Lord is a G, he gotta be
+Who's the God of suckers and snitches? The economy
+Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro
+He'd want me to spit this
+Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness
+The hypocrisy is all I can see
+White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea
+That type of shit make me stop and think
+We in chronic need of a second look of the law books
+And the whole race dichotomy
+Too many rappers athletes and actors
+But not enough niggas in NASA
+Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion?
+But when it comes to residuals, they look past us
+Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us
+Even in white tees, blue jeans and red bandanas
+
+[Chorus: Nas, Flo Simpson & Both]
+America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
+Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is
+America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
+This is not what you think it is
+America (America, Americaaaaaa
+This is not what you think it is)
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Assassinations, diplomatic relations
+Killed indigenous people built a new nation
+Involuntary labor, took a knife split a woman naval
+Took her premature baby, let her man see you rape her
+If I could travel to the 1700s
+I'd push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your covenant
+Love to sit on the Senate, and tell the whole government
+Y'all don't treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible
+Believing she the reason sin is here
+You played her, with an apron like, "Bring me my dinner dear"
+She the 'nigga' here, ain't we in the free world?
+Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls
+Barbarity, I'm in the double-R casually
+Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me
+How far are we really from third world savagery?
+When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that'll be
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Flo Simpson]
+America (Americaaaaaa, Americaaaaaa)
+America (Americaaaaaa
+This is not what you think it is)
+America (Americaaaaaa, ohh
+This is not what you think it is)
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+AmericaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black President[Intro: Barack Obama]
+They said this day would never come
+They said our sights were set too high
+This country is too divided, too disillusioned
+To ever come together around a common purpose. They said
+
+[Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)]
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can change the world, the world, the world
+{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+The world, the world, the WORLD...
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+They forgot us on the block, got us in the box
+Solitary confinement: how violent are these cops?
+They need a early retirement
+How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march
+I got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought
+Public housing, projects, cooking up in the Pyrex
+My set, my clique, either getting money
+Or running from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet
+Trying to be rich, still I'm pledging allegiance
+A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
+Lending my poetical genius, to whoever may need it
+I bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up
+Never defeated, so a president's needed
+You know these colored folks and Negros hate to see
+One of their own succeeding
+America: surprise us and let a black man guide us, uhh
+[Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)]
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+The world, the world, the WORLD...
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+What's the black pres' thinking on election night?
+Is it: "How can I protect my life?
+Protect my wife? Protect my rights?"
+Every other president was nothing less than white
+Except Thomas Jefferson had mixed Indian blood.. and Calvin Coolidge
+KKK is like: "What the fuck?!", loading their guns up
+Loading up mine too, ready to ride
+'Cause I'm riding with my crew - he dies, we die too
+Yeah, but on the positive side
+I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds
+Of all races and colors to erase the hate
+And try to love one another, so many political snakes
+We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother
+...but will he keep it way real?
+Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal
+When he wins, will he really care still?
+I feel
+[Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)]
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+The world, the world, the WORLD...
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Say a prayer for "Do we have to?"
+You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
+In love with a slave master
+Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper
+Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper
+Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter
+Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what
+Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter
+Deacon for defense, progress-producer
+Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster
+Gotta do what we gotta do
+We ain't got no governors coming through to help
+Anything we need done, gotta do for self
+New, improved JFK on the way
+It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again
+We ain't falling for the same traps
+Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at
+McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that
+People need honesty
+[Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)]
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+("Although it seems heaven-sent
+We ain't ready, to have a black president")
+Yes we can, change the world
+The world, the world, the WORLD...
+
+[Outro: Governor Bill Richardson]
+It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce
+The next President of the United States - Barack Obama
+{*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Way[Verse 1]
+Word to Will, buried in his Fila suit and heavy chain
+I wanna be iced-up, nigga, bury me the same
+I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame
+Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything
+Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose drawers
+A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss
+Guns under my bed, mask and a flashlight
+Livin' my life like everyday's my last night
+Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood
+Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug
+Mommy told me from weed I would switch drugs
+To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs
+How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack on?
+Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms
+Boppin' to The Supremes, smokin' joints
+That's cool, but I'ma live how I want
+
+[Chorus 1]
+(I did it my way) from crumbs and roaches and rats
+(I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps
+(I did it my way) from break dancin', backspins on the cardboard
+(I did it my way) to bulletproof Bentleys, Gats in the car door
+(I did it my way) never gave a fuck what nobody said
+(I did it my way) they hoped that I failed and wished I was dead
+(I did it my way) if I fuck up, it falls on me
+(I did it my way) I lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat
+[Verse 2]
+Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers
+Jacuzzi's, Gucci soap, throwin' cash in the air
+Though I still feel broke with millions in the bank
+And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat
+And just to think some would die to get what I got
+They think it's a lot; in the blink of an eye, you could get shot
+Niggas is wolves, comin' if you ruthless or not
+But I be on point, put you in places where bodies rot
+Never knew murder 'til I seen my man get popped
+No blood soakin', layin' there, eyes still open
+I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm
+He was lookin' right through me, yo, starin' beyond
+I wonder what he saw: the limos, movies and tours?
+Did he die in vain or represent for the cause?
+Now I put his name on everything I'm involved
+And that's the game; y'all can't relate, fuck y'all (Ill Will)
+
+[Chorus 2]
+(I did it my way) from the crumbs, roaches and rats
+(I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps
+(I did it my way) I call it how I see it, niggas
+(I did it my way) if you don't like it, so be it, niggas
+(I did it my way) I make my own rules, do my own plans
+(I did it my way) gangstas do what they want, suckers do what they can
+(I did it my way) takin' sacrifices, kid
+(I did it my way) you only gettin' one life to live
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, hoes in my focus slow me; roll with the brokest homies
+Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scoldin' my foes who phony
+From blocks where coke'll feed you, and cops is over-evil
+They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesel
+Her-on and blow, it ruins minds, knew a crew one time
+'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time
+In just two years, their crew disappear
+Snitches and bitches smeared the paint on their pictures
+Years back, I reminisce and remember
+Sittin' on wood benches gave me splinters
+Just a baby nigga thankful
+When them killers came through, guns out, movin'
+I thank the ones who said
+"Shorty, go home, we about to be shootin'"
+
+[Chorus 1]
+(I did it my way) from crumbs and roaches and rats
+(I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps
+(I did it my way) from break dancin', back spins on the cardboard
+(I did it my way) to bulletproof Bentleys, Gats in the car door
+(I did it my way) never gave a fuck what nobody said
+(I did it my way) they hoped that I failed and wished I was dead
+(I did it my way) if I fuck up, it falls on me
+(I did it my way) I lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard to Tell (Stink Mix)[Produced by Dave Scratch]
+
+[Verse 1]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
+The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
+My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
+Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing
+Cause in my physical, I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 2]
+The Buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell
+I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a Tec with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose
+Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
+[Verse 3]
+This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again
+Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot, vocals'll squeeze Glocks
+MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep I never fail
+Nas' raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Outro Scratches]
+The type of lyrical terrorism I presentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Drunk by Myself[Intro]
+Uhh, uhh, where am I going
+Where am I?
+Yo, it's ill
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me
+Life tries ducking me
+Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
+MAC in my right arm
+Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
+Watching my life go
+Can't do myself in
+Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
+Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
+Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
+Buck-sixty who wit' me?
+My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner conscience
+Telling me that I ain't shit
+No matter how much cash I sit with
+Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
+My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain
+To replenish my adolescent brain
+Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
+So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain
+I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
+Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
+Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive
+As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
+To maintain, bitches playin' games
+Niggas snitchin'
+I ain't saying names
+But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
+Lost so many close niggas
+Drunk, almost crashed
+I'm going too fast
+Highway patrol will just flash
+Lights in my rearview
+If they stop me I hope they lock me
+Instead they speed ahead
+Yo nigga watch me
+[Chorus]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand
+Trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
+Drunk by myself
+
+[Verse 2]
+Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
+Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts
+For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
+Can't tell them niggas nothing though
+Bullets wake 'em up well
+Take them to hell
+Stick up niggas once ran up on me
+My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me
+I ain't your mark homey
+It's hard to look straight
+My foot on the brake
+Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
+Could hardly look both ways
+Put out the haze blurry vision
+Think about the time in my life before I was in television
+Hella women
+Jealous niggas up in my vision
+Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
+For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
+Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
+Windows up blasting A/C going wherever instinct takes me
+I hate it when I'm like this
+The bottle's my accomplice
+[Chorus]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand
+Trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
+Drunk by myself
+
+[Verse 3]
+The reason that I want to be alone
+Tired of all the things that went wrong
+That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
+Take another swig
+The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
+Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
+Not knowing who to trust, rumors about niggas coming through
+Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
+Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately
+Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again
+To keep my mind off that weak shit
+There's love through it all
+Things to live for
+I swerve, almost crash into a wall
+Think about the good
+Find myself laughing
+Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
+Know I'm near my crib
+Tryna see my way through the streets
+Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
+Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
+Bring my ass to the crib
+I'm tired...
+[Chorus]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand
+Trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
+Drunk by myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Silent Murder[Produced by Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds]
+
+[Chorus]
+{*whispered*}
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's sort of like the conclusion to Color Purple
+Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in
+Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
+Cop versus the block, shorties is schooled quick
+Lesson number one: If you're arrested and hung
+Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue
+It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer
+The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia
+The cognac plurger, plus the trees
+But who's the foul one to make his nose take a freeze?
+And got enough gall to rock ice in all hype
+Used to be a general, but just lost his stripe
+Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters
+Collect calls from lifers, Astoria wars with Cypress
+Since I got a problem with the law-writers
+I kick some more items just to explore horizons
+The palm lady dreamt of this day
+So I'mma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay
+[Chorus]
+{*whispered*}
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+
+[Verse 2]
+They say the arms of Nicky Barnes would be enough to blast
+A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas
+Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz?
+Fuck what they teach in class, I'mma reach the mass
+Strap up, no back-up, it's jungle tactics
+Living practice, out-of-line niggas get smacked backwards
+So wear it if the cap fits, folded up money and mad clips
+Are stacked right under my mattress
+To smoke a nigga like a Hughes Brothers motion picture
+Niggas getting open, crews roping older niggas
+April fools, they laugh, the jokes on the benches
+Seeds outside, my nigga spoke on his sentence
+
+[Chorus]
+{*whispered*}
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+[Verse 3]
+My right-handers never play too close to cameras
+It's night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers
+Peace-making niggas pep talk
+The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew
+Time to get this loot countless
+'Cause, son, it ain't no youth fountains
+Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and
+Pakistanians are took hostage
+Locked up inside a linen closet, known for spending pies up
+What's the flavor when your neighbors do jake favors?
+Locking real niggas down and letting fake players
+Roam around the projects, it's lyrical logic
+I dilute, the weak can inject the right composite
+When plotting on murderous schemes
+It seems, I'm ghostly called by the essence of Queens
+The palm lady dreamt of this day
+So I'mma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay
+
+[Chorus]
+{*whispered*}
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+Silent, silent murder
+[Outro]
+And Cain killed his brother Abel
+When God accepted Abel's offering and not his
+Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God
+And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder
+Drove him to murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Villain[Produced by Jae Supreme]
+
+[Intro: Nas & Jae Supreme]
+Yo, Nas, whattup?
+Yeah, whattup, kid?
+What goin' on, Ill?
+I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Alright, kick it
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
+Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
+I'm rollin' with a mob and run from the cops
+Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks
+A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it
+'Cause I flip just like a acrobatic
+I'm always on the corners rollin' up Sess
+When I dress, it's never nothin' less than Guess
+So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
+Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack
+I got it goin' on, my knuckle game is strong
+Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
+Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride
+Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side
+See, I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
+Start a lot of shit and shoot at out-of-towners
+At every block party, I try to catch a body
+All for props, tell your pops call the cops
+See, now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
+Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
+I keep killin' because I'm ready and I'm willin' and I'm a villain
+[Hook]
+What?
+What?
+Wha-a-a-t?
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got beef with the President and still lovin' it
+Tryin' to make plans to overthrow the government
+It won't work 'cause niggas don't believe enough
+They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
+Around they wrist, you don't like the sound of this rebel
+But my country doesn't want me
+They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all
+While you fuckin' with the dealers, we'll be stickin' up the malls
+Full of anger, all about danger
+Pullin' out my banger, stabbin' up a stranger
+I hear Walkie-Talkies in my sleep
+And use a whole lot of slang when I speak
+Walkin' with a vest, the projects is where I rest
+And the streets keep me stressed
+Starin' at your face, wait for you to make a sound
+That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
+All in black and put you in a box
+A hard rock with a .25 in my socks
+Aimin' at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands
+I'm buckwild like Billy Bear and Ganz
+Prince of pistoleers, words are crystal clear
+And this you should fear
+The maniac keeps killin'
+I'm known as a outlaw 'cause I'm a villain
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I keep bullets racin' out the barrels of a Magnum
+Put 'em to sleep and leave the doctors to tag 'em
+A outlaw, although I never wear a holster
+In every town, you see my face is on a poster
+Hear so many gunshots, my eardrums should pop
+Eyesight should stop from seein' mad niggas drop
+To the concrete, I got police puttin' chalk on the street
+And this is done once a week
+I'm out to kill like Navy Seals
+I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do, my .380 will
+I never play with a AK
+Because I'm fine with a .9 and if caught, I'll do lesser time
+Sometimes, you gotta plan shit and understand it
+See, I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch
+Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it
+I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted
+My voice is like magic
+My cassette is the clip and your radio's the Automatic
+So when I'm in your town, duck down
+Or take fire, whatever you desire
+But I'm on point, you might miss
+Never fight this, you'll be sightless when I strike this
+So roll the dice, I'm stoppin' the bank
+It's ill how I got the pen droppin' the ink
+No one can stop this apocalypse on your record player
+A method layer, so run and tell your Mayor
+Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer
+I'm the New York City slayer
+I play high-post and then lay low
+Parlé slow and wear horns, not a halo
+And keep killin' 'cause I'm a villainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Warrior Song[Intro: Nas]
+Uh, if I can teach somethin' so be it
+And hope somebody learn somethin' from it
+And give it back
+
+[Verse 1: Nas & Both]
+They can't break me or shake me
+They too fake to come kill me
+Think they faith is with Satan
+They mistake me I'm filthy
+Rich off the ghetto medleys, 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
+Y'all bunch of backward gangsters
+Y'all signin affidavits
+Snitches with smiling faces, got you blowin trial, I hate 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 of weird and it's scary
+All my years have prepared me
+What I fear is my temper, I see clear to the center
+Right through a man's soul
+Straight through his eyes, straight to 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, uhh
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song)
+Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior)
+Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime
+I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost and they broke
+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 body 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 hold
+
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song)
+Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
+Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum
+[Verse 3: Nas & Both]
+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, uhh
+
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys & Nas]
+This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior) to my warriors
+Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior)
+Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum
+This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song)
+Warriors, baby, KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all
+Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior)
+Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+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'know keep marchin'
+Yeah yeah yeah, you never give up
+To all my warriors, haha
+Braveheart, Braveheart
+Definition of a warrior, haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Made You Look (Remix)[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Intro: Jadakiss]
+I need it from the top
+Ahh!
+This is history, baby
+Commissioner Steve Stoute
+Lenny, ha!
+God's Son, what up?
+D-Block, what up?
+Bravehearts, what up?
+Yeah
+Yeah, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
+Yo, ain't nothing but trouble, God, when I kick in the door
+With D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double-R
+Don't make me let the machine off
+This is methadon' music that you can lean off
+"Made You Look," the remix, with me up on it
+I copped your shit; now, I break weed up on it, and
+Everything is real I see
+Like my niggas that been home, but they only got a jail ID
+I helped the game, it ain't help me
+I'm top five, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP, and
+I still buzz, they feel cuz
+'Cause they know the flow's ill just like Will was
+I'm just tryna make sure that my sons wealthy
+Out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy
+I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss, coming through the hood
+In a Aston Vanquish, the color of dandruff
+They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
+Cop P the turbo soon as they uncuff him
+This goes out to all of your mans
+Why put you in the verse when I can put you in a coroner van?
+D-Block!
+[Hook: Nas]
+They shooting! Ah, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Getting big money, playboy your time's up
+Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
+They shooting! Ah, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Yeah, woo!
+Getting big money, playboy your time's up
+We just getting started! Oh!
+Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
+Luda! Let's go!
+
+[Verse 2: Ludacris]
+I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
+Where Xs mark spots and kitchens mark Os (Woo)
+Where love's gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
+And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
+It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
+And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage (Ah)
+So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
+You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins (Ah)
+They shooting! Look in the barrel! (Woo)
+Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
+Or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
+We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons
+You should print my information (Yeah), quote my rhymes
+And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
+I'm just the victim of society, it's 'Cris the Menace
+With more shit out on the streets than evicted tenants, whoa!
+[Hook: Nas]
+They shooting! Ah, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
+Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
+Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
+They shooting! Ah, made you look
+You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Ugh)
+Gettin big money, playboy your time's up (Ugh)
+Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
+
+[Interlude: Nas]
+Jungle! Wiz! Nashawn!
+We got 'em scared, look!
+We got 'em scared, they running!
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit, the burner
+The heat, the toaster, they twist you, you meeting your owner
+The banger, the hammer, the flamers, I aim at the cannons
+And can you, manhandling you, you'll be famous, I'll cancel you
+And cut, that's the end of your movie
+Pretending you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me
+My tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea-soup green
+Jean Lee suit on, Veuve Clicquot champagne
+Friday the 13th, my CD drop
+I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call up PD
+Watch them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
+Ill Will, Rasta, Lake, never revealing his face on—
+TV or pictures or even them niggas
+Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
+We shooting! Squeezing them triggers with Luda beside me
+Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed sent to Styles P
+Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him
+We made y'all look, from San Quentin to Rikers Island to Green
+Sing Sing...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U Wanna Be Me[Intro]
+Uhh, oooooh baby, baby
+Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Now slowly, thinking 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 fucking pitiful
+First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (ho)
+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 niggas 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
+
+[Hook]
+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 me 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
+Concerning this mic profession, turn your direction
+[Verse 2]
+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 fucking 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
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+You can't be me, I'm trying to walk a straight line
+Why they trying to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
+Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
+At the Player's Ball, Brioni 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 crying laughing, to the lions, throw your ass in
+What the fuck was you niggas thinking?
+Guns'll clutch if I get a inkling that you coming for the kingpin
+But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
+Take me out, try try try, but you
+[Hook]
+
+You can't be meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thief’s Theme[Intro]
+One, two
+Check, one, two
+One, two, who got more style, the son do
+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, niggas
+Little kids scared cops, with red dots
+Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors
+Going back like black and white TVs with pliers
+Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires
+Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on
+Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
+And swallow 'em, and the P now 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
+Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
+Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
+He begged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamicians
+From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
+Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh
+Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
+When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen
+It's frightening
+[Hook x4]
+The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
+Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
+
+[Verse 2]
+I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
+Started '87, with the shotty in the sheep
+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
+Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
+Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain
+Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain
+Got ill up on the train
+Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein
+Might've pushed you on the tracks
+Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises
+Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys
+It's just another day in the hood
+And I'm with some wild brothers, up to no good
+We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em
+But our style was let them pile, then we robbin 'em
+Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
+Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going
+And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life
+For the thieves who come out at night
+[Hook x4]
+
+[Outro]
+One, two
+Check, one, two
+One, two
+Check, one, two
+One, two, who got more style, the son doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come Get Me[Produced by DJ Premier]
+
+[Intro]
+And as a special treat this evening
+I have asked America's foremost young poet
+To read his latest poem for us
+
+[Scratching by DJ Premier]
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"Everybody watch him"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"We-we-we came a long way"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"Everybody watch him"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo..
+Yo.. yo..
+Power and crime, the thugs slinging powder and dimes
+Twenties of D, is yo' niggas wilder than mine?
+My niggas bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards
+For they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers
+I'm like Luca Brasi, Vito's best hit-man
+That's "Godfather" shit, back seat, next lit plans
+Revolvers spit, I'm too tough to bargain with
+And you don't want the God to pull up the cars that's sick
+Arms and wrists is lit up, Queensbridge Kings
+Plaques, awards, applause when I do my thing
+Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray
+With stains of blood and germ and piss all day
+Come on the ave, get sized up, plus appraised
+Duck and pray that my guns don't bust your way
+Niggas with names, living off reputation
+Sometimes gotta remind you ain't nothing changing
+[Scratching by DJ Premier]
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"Everybody watch him"}
+
+[Chorus]
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love we can take it there
+
+[Verse 2]
+You don't like me clown? Now you wanna take me down?
+If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt
+Your crew knew I blew up, I been shining - baseball diamonds
+Dick rings for your chicklings
+Niggas know what my nine pearl handle's about
+Fuck you say girlie mouth? Get it krunk like the Dirty South
+And I know you see me flossed out, multi-milli-i
+Hear your bitch talk about me, you give her the cold eye?
+Girls dig you, imagine what she feel for me?
+You make hot songs, but she know you steal from me
+Who ill as me? I wild on haters in album three
+Next level - I take y'all niggas to 3-D
+Can't find a nigga shook from Queens
+I'll be with the most grimy killers
+(what nigga) and they all look clean
+Who put bombs underneath cars, if you want beef then start
+Your next stop is to the graveyard
+[Chorus]
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love we can take it there
+
+[Verse 3]
+You too feminine to kill again, jail got you soft
+You talk but you scared to go back up North
+Keep your face twisted, but you don't really want nothing
+Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop fronting
+You don't wanna flip again, and sell drugs again
+Be on the run again, catch you at the Comfort Inn
+Shoot up your door, bust in on you and your whore
+Put y'all in bags, clean the blood off of the floor
+So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line
+I got nines, every color shape and design
+I sent killers every race to put one in your spine
+Two in your ear, get your crew, who do I fear?
+Nobody never get involved and none of 'em dying
+I think like you do, roll with about two irons
+Catch me flying, high in the aircraft wining
+- and dining, you die, then we laugh, you bitch-ass
+The rich ass, they gauze up, your stab wounds
+While I'm getting head, in a Lear jet, bathroom
+With all my goons, all my ice, and suitcases
+Full of paper, not money it's bank statements
+The Illmatic that explains how we rock
+Yachts and co-ops, we buy the hood and sell you a block
+[Chorus]
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared
+If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running
+If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning
+Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared
+It's all fair in love we can take it there
+
+{*scratching by DJ Premier*}
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"Everybody watch him"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"We-we-we came a long way"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
+"Everybody watch him"
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*}
+
+{*scratching by DJ Premier*}
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+"Ladies and gentlemen.."
+
+{"Hydro Drops" weed skit follows}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Won’t See Me Tonight[Produced by Timbaland]
+
+[Intro: 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)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I'm the most wanted baby father, 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 Naseem
+But I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens
+And when I gotcha - you riding with me
+You keep asking, "When do you have time for me?"
+I'm never free always on the move, business 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 trying
+Before you find what you looking for and get to crying
+You always saying what you gon' do if you catch me lying
+[Chorus: Aaliyah (Nas)]
+You won't see me tonight
+You won't see me tomorrow
+I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that)
+And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right)
+You'll go tell all your friends (that's right)
+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
+
+[Verse 2: 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 keys
+That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig piece
+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 doing 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: Aaliyah and Nas]
+Call you on a Monday
+I'll call you back baby
+Call you on a Tuesday
+My cell is off baby
+Call you on a Wednesday
+I'm out of town baby
+You won't be back 'til Thursday
+I'll page you back baby
+Call you on a Monday
+I'll call you back baby
+Call you on a Tuesday
+My cell is off baby
+Call you on a Wednesday
+I'm out of town baby
+You won't be back 'til Thursday
+I'll page you back baby
+
+[Chorus: Aaliyah (Nas)]
+You won't see me tonight
+You won't see me tomorrow
+I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that)
+And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right)
+You'll go tell all your friends (that's right)
+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
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Thinking of me, you getting 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: Aaliyah (Nas)]
+You won't see me tonight
+You won't see me tomorrow
+I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that)
+And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right)
+You'll go tell all your friends (that's right)
+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
+
+[Bridge: 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
+
+[Outro: 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 rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Favor for a Favor[Intro: Scarface]
+Yo Nas
+I don't think they wanna fuck with this
+Gangsta shit, fo' sho'
+Danger, danger
+Check it out
+
+[Verse 1: Scarface]
+It's on, and once again I bring niggas the rough
+Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
+Hit in the darkest alleys, where the Super Sports rally
+Beatin' up the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot
+They ain't ready for the Nakamici
+I flip this shit like I'm Comaneci
+Now dey a motherfuckin' see me
+They try to breeze me, but I got niggas in New York
+Comin' kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee
+Game over, he with my man came over
+To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range Rover
+Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
+Tell these niggas why we here
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection
+Nuttin' but some real shit, what y'all expected
+Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke
+Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
+Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
+That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
+I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
+Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
+My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas
+Scarface get a call and we shootin' niggas
+Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
+Tryin' to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
+[Chorus: Nas]
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
+Any nigga can get it
+
+[Verse 3: Scarface]
+You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
+So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap
+Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
+Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
+Cause when it come down to the come down;
+I'ma pull the motherfuckin' plug on him
+Walk up to his face and then gone
+Set a example, send these hoes a little message:
+They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
+Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
+With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind
+Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
+And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
+He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood
+With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug
+I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here
+Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor
+[Chorus: Nas]
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
+Any nigga can get it
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
+To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
+Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed
+That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
+Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes
+Attack 'em like Freddy, then we toastin' over spaghetti
+I share withcha drama, you share with mine
+That's how we killin' two birds at the same time
+Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
+With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
+Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war
+Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
+Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
+And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin'
+Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
+Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa
+[Chorus: Nas]
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
+Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
+I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
+Any nigga can get it
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+A favor for a favor
+A favor for a favor
+A favor for a favorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life We Chose[Produced by L.E.S]
+
+[Intro]
+To my niggas.. huh..
+We all we got..
+Let's hold it down though, y'know?
+However it's gon' go down
+This what we gotta deal with, y'know?
+Yo..
+
+[Chorus]
+It's the life we chose (uhh), where friends become foes
+And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know (uhh)
+This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
+And the only way out, is death or going broke
+This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
+That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
+And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..
+(But yo..) this life is the only life I know...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+Gold bathtubs, making love to my Queen
+Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rolling up green
+Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
+My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine
+Closets, full of rockets and sub-machines
+Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team
+Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
+Mr. Chow both coasts with the most loud toast
+Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dying
+'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealing with science
+My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
+They never know we enemies until they hear me say it
+Til they kid's on the phone saying, "Please daddy pay it"
+Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
+High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
+You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence
+It's strategic, how these niggas want you to think
+You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
+Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink
+You get showered by lead, coming out with your mink
+Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
+Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
+It's hard fucking with niggas you hope you can trust
+You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
+And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
+Shit is devious, ex-friends wanting you stuck
+[Chorus]
+It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
+And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
+This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
+And the only way out, is death or going broke
+This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
+That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
+And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..
+This life is the only life I know...
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
+He wanna stick you
+What's love, you got beef?
+Nobody rolling with you
+What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
+Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the ear?
+What's real, when you know your man's girl is a ho
+And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo'
+What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
+Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
+What's trust, when they separate your case
+When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
+What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
+And he never crossed you, but you claiming he's fam'?
+What's trust, when you get bust, your niggas don't retaliate?
+They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
+God forbid one of my niggas get hit, I'ma go haywire
+Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
+But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
+Til you in that position, and that's an actual fact
+The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
+You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
+Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
+On your deathbed you regret being grimy
+What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
+A ghetto child raised around drugs 'til he's old enough to bust slugs?
+Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
+When he come home to catch another case?
+Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
+You did it, heaven or hell or prison
+Who knows when your clock'll stop ticking, get your weight up
+Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
+You getting older player, look at those who gave up
+[Chorus]
+It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
+And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
+This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
+And the only way out, is death or going broke
+This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
+That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
+And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..
+This life is the only life I know...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Killed It?[Verse 1]
+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 lam
+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 getting 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 silhouette
+White gloves and a real long cigarette
+What do you 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."
+[Break]
+Well what do ya say
+Ya see?
+Ya see?
+Ya see?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Look here see, I know you got soul you're 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, come on, give it to me straight
+Who's ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates."
+What are ya born '77 or '78?
+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
+[Break]
+Ah-ha!
+Ah-ha!
+
+[Verse 3]
+Listen up sweetheart now we gettin somewhere
+As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air
+But before she dropped the money bag on the floor and died
+She said if you really love me I'll come back aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+QueensBridge Politics[Verse]
+Talking to this cutie on FaceTime
+Trying to figure out if she gon' give me that face time
+I don't wanna tour, I wanna chill with my son more
+Teach him about Egypt and tranquility
+Critically analyze black lives and respectability
+Why Prodigy mural get vandalized? Why Prodigy?
+The project politics obviously
+Demagogue democracy, in the fog I see the Mobb represented into the light
+Back to the source where all energy comes
+Your enemy, dunn, was internal
+A disease that needs a vaccination
+Plagues black seeds
+The industry ain't as friendly as it first seems
+When you dream of drivin' your whip to ya house in Florida Keys
+On behalf of me and Queens and all of the Gs
+Bandana P will always stand as tall as the trees
+First things first, this should be understood
+Queensbridge, just ain't any other hood
+It's music, legacy is incredibly high pedigree
+I don't mean this disrespectfully alphabetically
+If it's hard to swallow and the credits of B street singing this Bernard Fowler
+He sang with the Rolling Stones, background for Bootsy Collins
+Marley Marl's advanced raps sound perfect timing
+The early '80s, we babies, Pebblee Poo dropped
+The beat was crazy and Marley was changing hip-hop
+Then Marley and Shanté caught a body, UTFO
+She cold, "Roxanne's Revenge", she was 14 years old
+Then came the Juice Crew and the who's whos
+G Rap, Rakim and Kane, beats made in the Q-U
+I was probably playing with .32s in the lobby
+It's Queensbridge over everything and everybody
+I wish the 'book never came out
+And everything got straightened out
+Before you left, I saw you, it was all love
+Except we needed to build more and get things correct
+Now I gotta accept it, 'cause there's honor in death
+Wish you was here with us P
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Shout out to Havoc, shout out to 'Pone
+Shout out to Jungle
+Shout out to Jeff
+Shout out to Big Lord
+The big dog (Lord)
+Free Bar, Spark (Bar, Spark)
+It's a lot going on
+Free the kings
+It's a lot going on man, it's heavy
+Goodfellas man
+Prodigy man
+It's heavy man
+We need to lighten it up
+To all y'all, my brosEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lost Freestyle[Intro: Angela Bofill & Nas]
+In our younger days we were so in love
+And the thought of losing you was enough
+Can't lose me
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture?
+His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to
+Be from the '80s era
+His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever
+Green pipe seats, clean Panamera
+Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy
+The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis
+You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me
+You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies
+Can’t bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer
+You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya
+My Panerai watch glows like Avatar
+Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all
+Takin' from a rich man plate? Kick in his door
+'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor
+The first shall be last, that's just universal law
+Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Uh
+I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory
+It's killin' me softly
+Somber like the buildings in Fort Greene
+Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean
+Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome
+Can you hear me, is this thing on?
+Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y’all could feel it
+For the home invasion dudes that be robbin’ dealers
+Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin’ wit' ya
+Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister
+Lookin' for the bricks to get richer
+Smackin’ up the dude with the gun, take the jewels and the funds
+A dirty game when you servin' 'caine
+Got feds to watch, hoes to watch, checkpoints and roadblocks
+Police barricades, batterrams
+Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man?
+Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in
+Every department searchin' your apartment
+Ransackin' it, found four ratchets
+DEA jackets, we gotta escape the madness
+Haha, yeah, escape the madness
+Yeah, through the eyes of Pablo
+That's how I'm lookin' at you, there's an obstacle in everything
+It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin'
+Keepin' heat with the silencers
+Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin'
+Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin'
+Ties with suppliers from my days of the projects
+Where I resided, a phenomenon
+With the ambitions of a rider
+Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest
+The flyest, haha, yeah
+[Outro]
+Lemme hear thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Are You[Intro]
+Hudson
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Heard you got your master's
+Did college up, never looked back, now that's what's happening
+And it's good to see you made it out the hood
+With a degree, a true man with passion
+Now you could enter the so-called "White Man's Society"
+And go right past 'em
+Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face
+But it's always absent
+There he go, that's him
+Eating flan and ambrosia, watch on his arm, golden, laughin'
+Try to get his attention, but he's flinching
+Guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention
+We were neighbors some time ago
+He was kinda cold, in this restaurant, full of his kind and more
+He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
+His side of the city where he resides, so
+I had to go, I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes
+Hate so-called "intellectuals"
+No balls, he suggests we vote
+He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks
+He want to lecture folks 'cause he professional
+And he suggest that we don't sell dope
+And I guess it's true, but who the fuck are you?
+[Chorus: David Rainer]
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna tell me who I am?
+Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
+Tryna tell me what I'm not
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I'm Idi Amin, I'm Marcus Garvey
+H. Rap Brown, I'm Muhammad Ali
+I'm Reginald Lewis, George Washington Carver
+I'm Nas with incredible music, let's do it
+Thinking of a master plan
+Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
+Watching niggas argue, chillin' on my bar-stool
+With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
+With a girl named Pat
+She more than a waitress to order your drink with
+She divorced a banker and bought the bar
+She got an automobile, she give an order to kill
+You get caught and robbed, we could see your walk is off
+You could lose your rhythm when you outta the gutter for a while
+You easily go to soft from hard
+Now we all about hustlers, number runners, hoes and sharks
+And we all know the code of the block
+And you talking some gibberish, anti-nigga shit
+'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks?
+Brother, don't start, go build your Noah's Ark
+You could float to the end of the world, and pretend what you not
+But I know what you are
+While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot
+While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot
+Matter of fact, you're an easier target
+And I respect everything you accomplished
+But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense
+So who the fuck are you?
+[Chorus: David Rainer]
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna tell me who I am?
+Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
+Tryna tell me what I'm not
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+She Queen of Nzinga
+Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells
+Why can't you tell?
+Why can't you tell?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Carry On Tradition[Intro]
+Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit
+Niggas want to talk about this money
+About these cars, these homes, these labels
+Clothes, sneakers, big money shit
+Now everybody trying to get rich
+Now get rich niggas, fuck it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Some rap pioneers be them crackheads
+When they speak, you see missin' teeth
+Silver chain with a silver piece
+Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs, talkin' about they ain't paid
+And they hate you, ‘cause they say you ain't pay dues
+And [Sylvia Robinson was stealin' and robbin' them]
+I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve
+Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
+Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost
+It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss
+Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred
+The Jewish stick together, friends in high places
+We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win
+See, everybody got a label
+Everybody's a rapper, but few flow fatal
+It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables
+[Chorus]
+When they crown you and you rise up to your position
+Carry on tradition
+When they knight you, then you go to fight
+Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
+Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
+Carry On Tradition
+When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
+With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
+I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
+Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
+Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
+You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode
+Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes
+You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless
+You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists
+Niggas, I could've wrote your shit
+I had off-time, was bored with this
+I could've made my double-LP
+Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
+Still came five on the charts with zero audience
+The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit
+Y'all got awards for your bricks – it got good to ya
+You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT?
+[Chorus]
+When they crown you and you rise up to your position
+Carry on tradition
+When they knight you, then you go to fight
+Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
+Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
+Carry On Tradition
+When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
+Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
+The live-in-the-park sound versus the studio state of art sound. We on the charts now
+From British Walkers and Argyles
+Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now
+Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's
+Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me
+Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up
+Because I'm what? Every dime lust
+We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up
+If I want that or the whole world to peep it
+Now carry on tradition
+Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
+Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em, I promise I carry on tradition
+
+[Chorus]
+When they crown you and you rise up to your position
+Carry on tradition
+When they knight you, then you go to fight
+Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
+Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
+Carry On Tradition
+When you rep what we rep, then carry on traditionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Country[Intro: Nas]
+American born, American raised, American made
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus
+The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled
+The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
+On the streets I was invincible
+Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
+What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killer
+Mother's a dope fiend embarrassin' me
+All in front of my friends
+In the street smile with no teeth
+I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
+Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
+Why didn't my folks just die in this society
+Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
+Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat
+Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
+I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
+Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
+Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
+It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry
+[Chorus: Nas]
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+
+[Verse 2: Millennium Thug]
+It is I that step up
+Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier
+Hummers and Range's through the desert
+Fuck a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water
+Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
+I gotta get back, for what they owe
+Shoot 'em in the back for the get back
+Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
+Forget the life had, now we all rebels
+Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
+We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
+And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
+Yo you could see the sea
+And the stars look closer to me
+I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
+S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
+My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back, but yo
+[Chorus: Nas]
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas (Millennium Thug)]
+Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
+I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
+Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
+Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
+How is the war
+And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
+Holdin' machine guns
+Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on
+Anywhere is better than this
+It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
+Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
+I know the warden is readin' the scribe
+(But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business)
+Courts, lawyers and jails
+We all slaves in the system, I'm 'bout to rebel
+[Verse 4: Millennium Thug]
+There's not a bitch in sight
+Or block bench, or black gate
+Or gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
+I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
+Now it's state of the art
+I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
+What a bloody mess, a slug fest
+I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
+You know I'm spittin' mine
+I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
+Every time I hear the wind I think a slug went in
+I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
+Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
+Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
+I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake
+Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
+And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+My country shitted on me (my country)
+She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)
+'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
+'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+This goes out to Che Guevara;
+A Revolutionary destroyed by his country
+Just trying to fight for what's real
+This goes out to my nigga Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
+Just trying to fight for what's real
+This goes out to Martin, all about peace and destroyed by his own country
+This goes out to everybody in the whole world
+Just trying to fight for what's real
+To Patrice Lumumba;
+Just trying to fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people
+This goes out to my hood niggas
+Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how
+But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now
+So ain't nothing gon' to stop us now
+To my country, to my country, my country, my country...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Foul Breeze[Verse 1]
+Amazin', man, got a letter from a Asian fan
+He asked, "Was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?"
+Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower, got dressed
+Old school, powdered my neck
+I give, but I'm selfish
+Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis
+Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all
+I think that I became musical
+Way before rap, I did wanna be the tap dance kid
+On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
+Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
+FYI - for your info
+Insects splattered on the bike window
+Had a innuendo
+Just last night, don't know where it came from
+Guess it's from a past life
+Am I charismatic enough?
+Does my charm reach people that could make a change?
+If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target
+And swooed 'em to make a deposit into my account
+Would that be progress?
+I doubt
+
+[Chorus]
+Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
+I just can't figure it out
+Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it
+Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
+Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know
+Somehow it's related to me
+And now I'm frustrated, 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard
+On somethin' that's just too plain to see
+[Verse 2]
+Savoir faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear
+About to have a monstrous year
+Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep
+Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth
+C'est la vie, I'm engaged
+But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me
+And they wrist is froze, like toes on bodies in the morgue
+That was put there by the squad
+Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track
+Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq', tell the DJ, spin it back
+{*Beat reverses*}
+Yeah, somethin' like that
+Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear
+I'm about to have a monstrous year
+Livest spots, err' night we deep
+Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth
+C'est la vie, I'm engaged
+But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me
+The wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue
+They were all put there by the squad
+Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track
+Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq', tell the..., nah
+Everythin' I be in
+Creme de la creme, from the linen to the gold front rim
+Cold stuntin'
+Take a look around, what you found?
+Like Masta Ace, tell me the world's a faster place
+High school students will slash your face
+In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin'
+Computer rage is real
+Get excited when I'm walkin'
+'Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint
+Business managers scare me half to death
+When they tell me every month what is co-being spent
+[Chorus]
+Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
+I just can't figure it out
+Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it
+Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
+Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know
+Somehow it's related to me
+And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard
+On somethin' that's just too plain to see
+
+[Verse 3]
+I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte
+Jumped out the whip, through the train, leave me like D Nice
+They say we used to resemble each other
+Both last name Jones so we must be brothers
+My yearly salary suffers
+'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane
+And I rock parts in my hair that are hotter than yours
+Horizontal lines, designs your barber can't draw
+Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors
+Entourage, security galore
+When was the last time you rolled by yourself, superstar?
+Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
+I'm awakened by my own screams
+Lucifer masturbated in my dreams
+It means somebody's gonna get fucked in the worst way
+And none of y'all hoes is touchin' my wordplay
+Janitors and men with eighty mill both feel the same grief
+The men at work, blue collars of the old men
+Shinin' shoes with shoe polish go through the same dramas
+They wish for a better tomorrow
+I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists
+Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is
+But everybody does
+The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood
+Triliteral, Democratic parties
+Anglo-American military alliance
+Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin'
+NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble
+Procter and Gamble
+Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you
+Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris
+As I struggle to be savvy
+[Chorus]
+Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
+I just can't figure it out
+Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it
+Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
+Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know
+Somehow it's related to me
+And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard
+On somethin' that's just too plain to seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Revolutionary Warfare[Produced by The Alchemist]
+
+[Intro: Nas & (Lake)]
+(Uh uh huh, lets go, yeah!)
+Uh, ghetto children singing (singing, what up?)
+See they eager to learn (uh hum)
+How to become the next world leaders, Bravehearts
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques
+Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness
+In all them, gotta shoot only if necessary
+Homie vest is very real if enemies carrying heavy steal
+Beware the thugs who ain't scared of blood or jail time
+When Aryan nations ain't having integration
+We so blind, the beauty of life
+Was when my mom said nigga you could be Christ
+I wasn't old enough to hold my dick and pee right
+"Jesus", what is he like?
+I picture him standing with diamonds on him
+Little different from the way my mommy saw him
+Practice your aiming, physical training in difficult terrain and
+Test your endurance, try to keep your stamina banging
+Splitting dutches up, strap up, the armies is school
+Teaching smart ways to kill, I'm thinking Gandhi was a fool
+The chronic's a fool, got me thinking out loud, fuck it
+Sleep on my drunkenness I'll blow your brains out
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+
+[Verse 2: Lake]
+My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's
+I build with dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill in Dix Hills
+For fishscale, to cop guns, the time come
+I'll mask up and get my comrade off the bus
+Fuck the beef, I'll snatch your seed from Chuckie Cheese
+And feed him to the rats in the back of the P's
+Black fatigues and AR-15s on the sofa
+50 inch flat screen, Louie Vuitton holsters
+My motions don't appeal to appellate divisions
+I did it strong for 7 long years in prison, fuck the system
+I'm like a modern day Hitler
+Black gorilla, Crip and Blood in one nigga
+Only killers know my face
+I beat a case for shooting at the police, nigga, the name Lake
+Though simultaneously the street revolution
+21 gun salute the new Huey Newton
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+[Verse 3: Nas & Lake]
+Teach y'all women how to hold the family down in case something happens to it's fathers
+Protect the children, grab revolvers
+The women plays important part of our life force
+So what we fight for, my heart goes to you, beautiful wife in war
+Uh, and listen more and talk less
+Watch all and trust none, demand your respect
+And be ready to die for what you believe in
+And ride all the time not just when convenient
+Justice and freedom, wisdom and understanding
+We the lost children of Israel in this western world region
+You ain't a man, you a coward if you can't support the girl you put a seed in
+Strong rule the weak, but the wise rule the strong
+It's more to a war than just getting it on
+Conceal your form, cover your tracks, stay prepared
+I don't care if no one's spared in..
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off here
+Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war
+For the cause, I gotta take you off hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tanasia[Chorus]
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+
+[Verse 1]
+Truck jewels, big stacks, mustard boots
+Construction on her feet, she eat duck confit
+I shoot up the club whenever I hit it raw
+If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more
+Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low
+And she know how to roll weed, but don't smoke
+Chinese massages, wifey, no side-chick
+Go sight-seeing with the god
+Playing cards with my dad, frying chicken for the mob
+Simply Lemonade, raspberry for the wash, gosh
+She know who tryin' to rock her to sleep to get to me
+Give 'em the side eye when she see 'em in the street
+Her brother locked up, he doin' ten up in the beast
+He's short, he comin' home and she hyped for his release
+Fly her to Hollywood, watch flicks from Nollywood
+Like hydraulics, she ride the wood
+
+[Chorus]
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+[Verse 2]
+She edu-ma-cated, she said she related to the Asian
+Ethic persuasion, the sex is amazin'
+Never bought her a Birkin, my night-time nurse
+May be more like a surgeon, nice on the eyes, I put that work in
+Back when she was on the same block that I would service
+Said, "It's straight," we need a place up in Jamaica Estates
+And she was like, "Oh no" in a silky Kimono
+Said the streets, the snakes, plus Governor Cuomo
+Flashes out the window, people takin' my photo
+She knew I wasn't gon' be no husband, I be a no-show
+Leave her standin' at the altar, bro, I couldn't falter
+Plus that Nigerian blood mixed in her culture
+Body like she Evel Knievel, on the soul cycle
+Lookin' like Janet, dance like Michael
+She knew I wasn't cut from the cloth to be a Czar
+Now she hit the town with the legal Escobar, she's my—
+
+[Chorus]
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+[Verse 3]
+We fresh outta the Met Gala, express power
+Exude the essence of best-dressed for the next hour
+Toast glasses, velvet ropes, no trespassin'
+Hella smoke, our section has the best fashion
+Picture us laughin', how ticklish the money has us
+Like little kids, but the difference is we'd much rather
+Be ghost, back in the crib, some avocado toast
+Laid-back, we choose that over Amalfi Coast
+Chillin', startin' to think about children
+And bringin' 'em in the world with Kim Jong illin'
+But since I'm feelin' what I'm feelin' and she feelin' what she feelin'
+I'm willin', she's willin', we buildin'
+Every man originated in Asia
+One continent, Africa was a part of Asia
+Here we are, in this Western Civilization
+I believe that we was destined to make it
+
+[Chorus]
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
+Tanasia, Tanasia
+If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia
+Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore?
+Where you walk, love, I kiss the floorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Poppa Was a Playa[Produced by Kanye West & D-Dot]
+
+[Intro]
+To my nigga
+Brought me in this world
+Ha, that's right, nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+My ol' dad important to the family structure, provider, a God
+My moms a queen, that universal team civilized us
+My pops maybe was late, but always came home
+My moms would put us to bed, and she would wait on
+Soon as he walked in the door, she barking
+I turned down the Johnny Carson
+Jumped out the bed, we grabbed both his legs
+Me and my brother, not knowing the pain he gave my mother
+Night after night, fighting, yelling at each other
+My poppa played the street all day
+Mama was either home or at work
+While we playing inside the hall way
+She sacrifices all she got to feed us
+When she was alone she cried by the phone
+Peeping out the window, heated
+But still, I didn't see it, mama hid it from us
+We was kids, younger, 'til we got bigger, on to
+Bigger things, that we knew what the time was
+That daddy was leaving his crib and my mom's love
+[Chorus]
+Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
+Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
+The pretty brown round, running round town
+"(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
+Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
+Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
+The pretty brown round, running round town
+"(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
+
+[Verse 2]
+So many kids I knew, never knew who Pop was
+That's why I show my pop love
+'Cause he was still around when I popped up
+He could have left my moms pregnant, shook to death, but stayed
+Watched me crawl 'til I took my first step, to the first grade
+To my first fistfight, right behind me, he would stand
+No matter how big or tall, he made me fight you like a man
+Throw dirt in ya eye, swing my right, scoop your ass and slam
+He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
+Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
+Next thing you know he packing, so then I asked him
+"What's this white shit on that plate and your face?
+And, Poppa, why you butt-ass from the waist
+And, who's this lady I'm facing?
+Dark skin, you not my mommy!"
+He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
+Promised me things that he would buy me
+If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell Mommey
+He said one day I'll understand—
+"Little me, what's in you is inside me"
+[Chorus]
+Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
+Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
+The pretty brown round, running round town
+"(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
+Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
+Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
+The pretty brown round, running round town (Ugh, my nigga)
+"(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
+
+[Verse 3]
+Pops told me hold my own, Pops told me value home
+Could I help it, "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"?
+Who loved the pretty brown round, out-of-town-bound
+Trumpet in his jazz band, he touring
+At home, I played his latest recordings
+And it's strange how I do my thing now, I'm in the game now
+Inherited his brainpower, to pull strings and gain power
+Our weed habits the same now
+No white lines, or trumpets, just tight rhymes
+And beats that's bumpin, 'fore he left, he taught me something
+A child's young years the most important time to be there
+That's why he stayed 'til we grew up, respect is still here
+I'm older now, see what having a father's about
+One day they can be in your life, next day, they be out
+It's not because of you, you know the deal
+Him and your moms feel
+If they stay together, then someone will get killed
+I love you still, always will, 'cause that's my nigga
+Although you felt you was wrong, I still feel you, kid
+Life goes on...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Can’t Stop Us Now[Verse 1: Nas]
+From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly
+Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties
+Player trophies, pray to Goldie
+Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs
+Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shit
+Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid
+Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
+Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies
+I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields
+To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men who did get killed
+Crispus Attucks, the first blasted
+Peace to the rich lady purse snatcher shot in the back
+I know your hunger kid, I know they hung your dad
+Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad
+Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold
+We act like we home, matter of fact, we are home
+Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones
+Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones
+Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
+Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass!
+
+[Interlude: Eban Thomas]
+As James Baldwin says:
+"You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are
+What the white world considers - a nigga"
+[Chorus: The Last Poets]
+Ohh, no matter how hard you try
+You can't stop us now (oh, no matter)
+No matter how, hard you try
+You can't stop us now (no)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+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 ancient Caucasians
+Stare you like you're steak tartar, pinot noir
+David Star on the chain of Sammy Davis
+He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
+Now we gettin' our papers, they try to censor the words
+And stop our money comin' but you can't escape us - haters
+
+[Chorus: The Last Poets]
+Ohh, no matter how hard you try
+You can't stop us now (oh, no matter)
+No matter how hard you try
+You can't stop us now (no)
+You can't stop us nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jarreau of Rap (Skatt Attack)[Intro: Nas & Al Jarreau]
+Melody, harmony, melody
+Melody, harmony, melody, steadily
+Melody, harmony, melody
+Melody, harmony, melody, steadily
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Everybody's not gon’ get you but keep going
+I be cruising 40,000 feet like I'm a Boeing
+Doubting me, they said I would have no longevity
+Instead I'm steadily repping these fundamentals
+I assemble these sentences
+’Cause someone said that I've been unadventurous
+I've been uninterested, learning life is what matters
+Chill, I'm the humble bragger
+I could son a rapper, every one of you rappers
+Vámonos, I be running you rappers
+Adios, I don't see none of you rappers
+All of y'all under me rappers
+I need to golf, need a day to relax
+Get a massage, Al Jarreau on the track
+Al Jarreau of rap, made the Mets hat
+More famous than Strawberry, y'all know this already
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Here's our symphony
+A measure by measure, a pleasure of harmony, melody
+Here’s the memories
+I used to play 40th and Vernon every yesterday
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Had a lot of losses
+It hurt a lot losing cats but it was worth it
+I gave a lot, giving back still
+I catch heat ’cause I'm black and I’m ill
+And I'm real and made millions and they in they feelings
+They can't hide it
+I don't internalize it, I ignore it
+I was taught to observe it
+Not absorb it, so I don’t absorb it
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Al Jarreau]
+Melody
+Married to harmony
+One in the same
+
+[Break: Nas]
+Taking over all
+My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling
+Taking over all
+My reverie stumbling, stumbling, tumbling, fumbling
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Evolution of a man and his music
+The ill fill of harmonic symphonic acoustic
+My Wikipedia just said it, I'm multimedia
+When you rock O2 arena
+You made it then it's crazy and now you gotta rock stadiums
+I played it some where you tuck away and play the cut
+Then they front
+Then the shade come, they try to say that your day is done
+[Chorus: Nas & Al Jarreau]
+Melody
+Married to harmony
+One in the same
+
+[Outro: Al Jarreau]
+Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday
+Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday
+Melody
+Married to harmony
+One in the same
+Melody, memory, melody
+Melody, memory, harmony, steadily
+Melody, memory, melody
+Melody, memory, harmony, steadily
+Taking over all
+My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling
+Taking over all
+My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling
+Melody, memory, melody
+Melody, memory, harmony, steadily
+Melody, memory, melody
+Melody, memory, harmony, steadily
+Melody
+Married to harmony
+One in the sameEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Definition[Intro: Brucie B]
+Yes
+Something new from my man Nas
+This the world-famous Brucie B
+We call this one "The Definition", haha
+It's that vibe
+Get your groove on, step, clean, ya know what I mean?
+All the way from Queensbridge, my man Nas
+Something new, here we go (Hit-Boy)
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+Yo, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
+Traffickers, African Latin, wire tappings
+Here come the people, run my people, they don't treat us equal
+I'm talking the law for me, freedom is illegal
+Tape telephone conversations, what kind of nation
+Got three hundred million people they investigating?
+I know they're tryna watch me, a Russian oligarchy
+Politically, it's principle they try to stop me
+Powerful people will silence you, they try to mute you
+Unethical ways put you in prison, try to roof you
+Our youth is dead to us, they called us superpredators
+Stupid words from the President's mouth, where are his editors?
+Antarctica is 65 degrees
+Global warming, they don't wanna believe
+And they're hanging people on trees
+And what the fuck is up with Gayle King?
+A black male, a female thing, a failed thing
+Journalism or internalism
+Shirley Chisolm wouldn't play the victim
+Eartha Kitt woulda been finished with him
+Top of the charts, guarded my heart, playing my part
+Sun rising but they want us to stay in the dark
+Scorned woman wanna slump me, to fade me to dark
+King's disease, I cure this shit with my art
+[Interlude: Nas]
+The definition of King's Disease
+Well, also known as rich man disease
+You ain't gotta be rich to get it
+Just doing too much, you'll get it
+Gout, uric acid levels up high
+Get you some lemongrass
+Some cherries, alkaline water
+
+[Outro: Brucie B]
+Haha
+Tell a friend to tell a friend
+My man Nas
+It's the world-famousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life Is What You Make It[Intro: Nas]
+Yo, Ill Will, Ruff Ryders
+What what, straight like that
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
+Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
+A weed head, a coke sniffer
+You rich or a broke nigga
+Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas
+Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
+Penitentiary, sending me letters I answer back
+That eventually, we all be Bentley'ed out
+Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House
+My niggas control Senate, pipe seats, Jeeps tinted
+Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit
+Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
+So I'm on point, strapped, prepare for gunplay
+Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar
+Ready to blast, nigga gave me daps said I feel ya
+Can't believe how my life changed
+From the hood, the first time in my life
+I can say I did the right thing
+
+[Chorus: Nas (DMX)]
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)
+[Verse 2: DMX]
+Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
+Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)
+So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh)
+I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up
+You wanna joke nigga? Laugh when you get blown up (come on)
+See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
+Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
+Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
+Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)
+Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
+Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum shit
+Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
+Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
+Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got shit (uh)
+Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
+So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this
+Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh)
+
+[Chorus: Nas (DMX)]
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Make history before you go
+Fuck the misery, you living po' we gettin dough
+Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)
+Time is valuable
+Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
+Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow
+You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
+Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried
+That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
+Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness
+If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
+Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
+Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
+Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
+Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth
+No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
+Nor the last, nigga, let's get this cash, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Nas (DMX)]
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh)
+Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
+No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Make the World Go Round[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, laced at Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict
+I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric
+I don't feel greater 'til my plush pieces, cause you to suck your teeth
+So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing
+Women dream I'm your husband
+I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting
+I started bling, how could you question my direction
+Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping
+You hate me, should thank me, but lately
+I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry
+I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder
+Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi
+Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
+Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
+Dre & Cool, we riding heavy, NY to Miami cause
+
+[Chorus: Chris Brown & Nas]
+We make the world go round
+Now let's toast to the hustlers
+We make the world go round
+Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas
+We make the world go round
+Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
+We make the world go round
+And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us
+We make the world go round
+[Verse 2: The Game & Chris Brown]
+I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag
+I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a Polo glass
+Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash
+Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars
+To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage
+We throwing red dice at the Mirage
+I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
+Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad
+(We The Best!) Big pimping, top down chrome spinning
+"Top Gun", Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen
+No [censored], just Romo
+You tryna shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo
+Jessica Simpson, that's so-so
+Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso
+Tell Hawaii Five-O to catch me at the Pro Bowl
+On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my Polo
+CB, let 'em know though
+
+[Chorus: Chris Brown & Nas]
+We make the world go round
+Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas
+We make the world go round
+Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
+We make the world go round
+And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us
+We make the world go round
+[Bridge: Chris Brown]
+We make the world go round
+From my town to your town
+We on top, no stopping us now
+We got Patron, the ballers two stepping
+Ladies on the floor and all 'em two stepping
+From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping
+(From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping)
+So iced out, it's easy to point them haters out
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+We start with Bellini's and end with Patrón shots
+H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
+Alife tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store with bags
+Worth a hundred cash shopping
+Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up
+Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouët, a vanilla dutch
+Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet, bet that
+300 carats the average up on the neck, black
+Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
+Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
+Top down, new fashion
+Seeing me's like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera light flashing
+And I'm laughing, my plaques' from album sales
+Y'all is ringtone platinum but ninety-nine cents adds up
+I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
+The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track
+What!
+[Chorus: Nas & Chris Brown]
+Now let's toast to the hustlers
+We make the world go round
+Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas
+We make the world go round
+Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
+We make the world go round
+And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us
+We make the world go roundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We’re Not Alone[Intro: Mykel]
+Where there's life there is water
+We depend on Mama Nature
+There's a message for tomorrow
+Everything connects to you
+Some say soon it will be over
+You can see it in the weather
+Out of tune with Mama Nature
+What you do comes back to you
+
+[Chorus: Mykel]
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uhh, uhh
+Confucius, Confucius, Sigmund Freud
+And Farad 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
+Cause 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-as
+Niggas I'm with got warrants
+America's browning, 20 years from now every town'll be brown and Latin
+An African looking Manhattan
+I'ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes
+Word to me, not a hoax back in '99
+A spacecraft in the skyline
+In L.A. in daytime, ask Horse if I'm lying
+[Bridge 1: Mykel]
+Every mother every father
+Raise your sons and your daughters
+With respect and with honor
+From the seed comes a fruit
+It's an unbroken circle
+All of life is universal
+And we're all in the struggle
+If I know one thing is true
+
+[Chorus: Mykel]
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+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 disk
+Right on earth anthropologists are finding shit
+Visitors probably live with us, they can mimic us
+It's sort of what we're seeing in the cinemas
+[Bridge 2: Mykel]
+Take a look in the mirror
+And see the bigger picture
+It's good to be alive
+(It's good to be alive)
+Nobody is an island
+We are part of an environment
+Only way we're gon' survive
+Is if we harmonize
+
+[Chorus: Mykel]
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Reginald Lewis, the black billionaire
+Before Oprah, Bob Johnson, how'd he disappear?
+Conspiracy theories, UFOs 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 'bout 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 20 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
+[Bridge 2: Mykel]
+Take a look in the mirror
+And see the bigger picture
+It's good to be alive
+(It's good to be alive)
+Nobody is an island
+We are part of an environment
+Only way we're gon' survive
+Is if we harmonize
+
+[Chorus: Mykel]
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+We're not alone
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Ayo I'm American born, love America
+Love my people, love all mankind, all nationalities, you know
+I think it's just recently where everybody just started to feel
+Like there 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
+Let's come together: a new day is risingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pussy Killz[Intro]
+Uh
+Crazy (crazy), ah (ah)
+Yo pussy kill me...
+Huh (huh).. yeah (yeah) yeah..
+Huh, huh, huh, huh..
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pussy killed me when I was born (What?)
+Pardon me, I'll rephrase it: departed mommy's womb decaying
+I look at the bright side
+The fact that I got a life side
+Born '73 - September right Nas? (True)
+Virgo child, the first thing I learn is money makes the world go round
+On this small planet, it's ten women to one man; I wonder how we manage
+To say vows and walk a straight line in marriage
+Niggas is some nasty creatures (word)
+Bitches even nastier, they throw at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up
+Freaky hoes lick a nigga's ass and nuts
+Stupid bitch bragging 'til her baby dad went nuts (stupid bitch)
+Now he looking for me, two cars deep
+Rolling up on nigga's, barrel out the window, asking, "You Nas peeps?"
+I can't have that, two four five, nigga grab that
+Pass it to me, sucker-for-love niggas I blast at
+I swear my dick is gonna get me in trouble
+I pissing bubbles
+I thought I felt a sharp pain, better stick to rubbers
+When laying hooker after hooker, day out and day in
+Watch out for diseases, the doctors can't name 'em
+Just a thought: we all fuck the same chicks
+Some play like they innocent, fucking entertainers
+And basketball players, the bitch is a ho
+But still some of y'all a save her, put your dick in her throat
+You just the nigga that done wifed her (huh?)
+She drove you crazy, now your monkey ass wanna shoot the pimp that pipes her
+She had your baby, (damn) now you a life-er
+And suicide notes you write her, pussy kills
+[Chorus]
+Oh what a thrill
+Inside a bitch feel
+Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real
+Pussy kills
+Backs shots keep a nigga open
+Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking
+Huh, pussy kills
+Oh what a thrill
+Inside a bitch feel
+Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real
+Pussy kills
+Backs shots keep a nigga open
+Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking
+Huh, pussy kills
+
+[Verse 2]
+My nigga James got married, same girl he went to school with
+Nice girl, nerd with glasses, he was too stuck
+Studied for her Masters, part time nurse
+I'll tell you how superb the ass is, but who's looking
+I mean that's my man, maybe I just took a peek
+Maybe I wondered what it would be like, sike
+'Cause James and me like I was with AZ like
+Luke and Han Solo
+Fucking with niggas' girls' forbidden, that's a no-no
+It's death and we real niggas, civilized Gods
+And their ain't too many niggas like Nas, I'm trust worthy
+Plus I know a dude that caught his wife cheating
+Killed his baby, killed his wife, and took his own life, even
+Happy for James 'cause real bitches hard to come by
+This nigga found one, I told him he's lucky, we clown some
+Rolling up dutchies while watching Roy Jones in round one, he froze
+Put his face to the TV, 'bout an inch close
+Move out the way nigga, fuck's the matter with you, you blind?
+He pointed to the front row, thought he was loosing his mind
+She 'posed to be with her sick mother, left for the weekend
+Was stressed when she was leaving
+Now she's next to some nigga, cheesing
+He's having trouble breathing (gasping for air, coughing)
+He pictured 'em making noises, grinding him and kissing him
+Yelling, "Ain't no telling where her lips have been!"
+Left her foul messages, she came home no lesser than
+Ten minutes later, then they start wrestling and screaming
+She said she missed her flight that evening
+She never left, she wasn't at that fight, you speeding
+That's Vegas, this is New York, you bugging
+I held up my hand for a dap but he wouldn't touch it
+I'm like, "When you started acting like that? This is dumbness."
+Gave me a crazy look and started swinging punches
+I ducked, couldn't believe it, the nigga so whipped
+He got his gat and started squeezing, hit two policemen
+Neighbors dialed 911, they heard the thumping
+Wounded cops kicked in the door and started dumping
+Me and his wife dip to the floor she smiled strange
+My comrade was breathing no more, they killed James
+[Chorus]
+Oh what a thrill
+Inside a bitch feel
+Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real
+Pussy kills
+Backs shots keep a nigga open
+Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking
+Huh, pussy kills
+Oh what a thrill
+Inside a bitch feel
+Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real
+Pussy kills
+Backs shots keep a nigga open
+Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking
+Huh, pussy killsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Star Wars[Produced by Large Professor]
+[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah
+[Verse 1]
+For niggas up in they mom's crib listenin
+To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was them
+Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees
+Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw
+Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that
+Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black
+I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
+It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
+And they was into dope back then
+Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin
+But it's small change compare to hip hoppin
+And did I mention millions because of lip poppin
+Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin
+Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one
+It's shockin you thinkin naw it's just rhymin
+But all this time it's like organized crimin
+For instance, there was a time when there was a line
+Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in
+The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper
+Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya
+The government watchin all of those who thuggin it
+They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it
+Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass
+The shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars
+[Hook]
+We call it Star Wars
+What happens when the shots ring out, Star Wars
+We call it Star Wars
+
+[Verse 2]
+Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken
+Catfish no snails simple nigga to please
+Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks
+She remembers Busy Bee battles when it was peace
+Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought
+Niggas was raised off the shit I record
+Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
+Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams
+Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness
+Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms
+With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
+It's nothin mother had a motherfucker
+I don't think about it niggas talkin there's a lot of gossip
+That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
+Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? Yes
+Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris
+Y'all niggas roll with any click that's winnin any crew
+Doin whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
+Ain't enough room in this town
+What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars
+[Hook]
+Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars
+Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out
+[Verse 3]
+This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police
+Not what you read in tabloid seats
+These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
+Because the game was supposed to be sold, we live it
+Came from the streets we the voice of the youth
+America's nightmare was given a mic booth
+Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars
+Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs
+Entertainment, this is our world this is our language
+Different regions speakin east and west gang shit
+You got your positive shit like, Common Sense
+But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
+Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules
+What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
+Fuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs
+Don't trust bitches and niggas who tell you your all of that
+Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe
+To run in your release party sprayin the place
+Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door
+Behind you with your seeds in KB Toys store
+Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggas check you
+You 'gon let that nigga play you, you know we 'gon rep you
+Next mornin every news channel and front page
+Headlines another rapper was slayed, this is Star WarsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Beautiful Life[Intro: Nas]
+Peace y'all, yeah
+This one right here goes to my most loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal ones
+You for me and me for you
+We see things alike
+We live alike, in truth
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+The craziest things already happened, get me
+Could tell you 'gon be laughing at me or you laughing with me?
+My baby's mom made a book about me, she tried to out me
+In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin'
+Now the streets guessin' the beefin' started over some woman
+Couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth
+Was she looking for fame? yo I hope she got it
+Since then I been the object, gossip people tried to target
+All women should bid
+For keeping real fathers away from their kids
+These rappers talkin' real shit I lived
+How many been married, divorced, their ex lady wildin'
+Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em monthly eighty thousand
+Stevie Wonder sent me word that he was in my corner
+Blind but still sees the pain of a young performer
+Used to be my rib thought it was 'til death do us
+She married again and I'm wishin' all the best to her
+Got me looking for my mother, all I see is suckers
+She lookin' over me now sayin' don't trust 'em
+Come on I'm livin', I don't need many to pray for me
+Her bad, she wanna keep the kids away from their dad
+Tell you lames something, spit some game
+Planes carry me to Madrid, Spain, so why complain?
+When you place blame, then you're defective
+When you take blame, then you're respected
+You gotta give me credit
+[Chorus: RaVaughn]
+Woah
+Life is good, I must admit it
+Woah
+Ups and downs, we've all been through it
+Woah
+Ain't no other way to do it
+Woah
+Life is good, it's good, it's good
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Uh
+The craziest things just happened to me, get me
+So now whatever happens next it probably won't affect me
+How many people owe the feds, keep it real especially
+If you an artist in this music game, the smartest ones get abused for their change
+And my life is sex, super stardom, and stupid cash
+So unpredictable not aware you could lose it fast
+I signed my own checks, swore we paid the IRS
+Somebody's stealin', I swear to God
+Tsk, for now, I invest
+To my incarcerated team who got life
+It's not right but you still got your life
+Rest in peace to Gil Scott from the kill or be killed blocks
+Not from Philly but a nigga done hustled them hilltops
+Commercial pop artists get all the accolades
+I give a million cash away to be revered like Donny Hathaway
+Probably not as half as paid as I should be
+But I stay in some cars and stay in some pussy
+It's a beautiful life
+Beautiful life, beautiful life
+[Chorus: RaVaughn, Nas]
+Woah
+Life is good, I must admit it (Yeah)
+Woah (Beautiful life)
+Ups and downs, we've all been through it
+Woah (Life's still good)
+Ain't no other way to do it
+Woah (Yeah, yeah)
+Life is good, it's good, it's good
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+A thin line from this gangsta life and rap stuff
+I can say I never been punked, robbed, or smacked up
+Proud to say I never been chased, jumped, or backed up
+Or extorted for my pay stubs
+Lucky or blessed from what prayer does
+'Cause hey, I was riding in caravans with AK's and gloves inside 'em
+And if I should spare that man who violated my trust
+I gave him a pass
+My man called and I value his judgement
+I let it ride and thought no more of it, it's over
+So if it's my turn to be on the other side of the gun
+I'm granted my four leaf clover, no one's leaving me colder
+'Cause I chilled and let you breathe, yes
+Let's go our own ways and let the beef digress
+I done seen insanity close up, schizophrenia shows up in most us
+My younger brother knows this
+Not Jungle, got another brother in PA
+Spazzed on' em, hurt me to put hands on 'em 'til this day
+I gotta say I got some fam across the USA
+Cackalack to Kansas but my mans around the way had contacts
+They was Spanish coppin' grams and cooking 'ye
+Willie, Bo, blowing haze, Mayo next door
+Joe, Martin, Slade, I'm solo these days
+It wasn't my fault
+I never knew the time of death and maturity would sever my crew up in New York
+Barely survived
+Large, I thank you for teaching me not to pop my letter P's in the booth
+How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth
+Akinyele, you knew
+I was your brother 'til death
+Back when you put me on to NiQuay from Lefrak
+You was a dime, we was nobodies
+Say what's up to Shameek, send my love to Yadi
+I pray we all get old if I never again go gold and sell tickets
+We could all still kick it
+It's a beautiful life
+Beautiful life, beautiful life
+[Outro: Nas]
+Rest in peace to my brother Talik
+Gone too soon
+God bless your soul brother
+He was wild
+Some things we just can't explain
+Life
+It's messed up how much time get wasted that you can't get back
+With your kids at an early age
+First steps, first words
+I can't see 'em cause you mad
+Don't put yourself before the babies
+Don't say crazy things to hurt that man
+You hurt him enough
+The good times outweighed the bad
+When it was good, it was great
+But because I could see him now through the courts, you mad
+Okay that's how it is out here
+That's life huh
+You see we can't be selfish out here
+We gotta live and let love
+Let the light in
+To the beautiful mothers of my kids
+And all the mothers around the world
+Knight, Destiny
+Life is goodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Untitled[Sample]
+"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan
+They were trying to touch on and thieve envy within the leadership
+But as a general and a man that rose through the ranks through discipline
+His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life
+Louis Farrakhan"
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uhh, yeah, wow..
+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 gun shots rang; his bullet's got my name
+I ain't see 'em take aim, I dreamt this day came
+'Cause I stood in the face of damnation
+Satan spat at 'em, flat out disgraced 'em
+He want my blood, why me?
+Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man?
+Fuck it, I'll take one, 'cause stop me
+But can't stop a whole nation of millions who feel you deceived them
+They believe in 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 pass by, missed me
+Wondering who plotting to get me?
+Alphabet boys still plotting against me
+To hush me 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 Bentleys
+Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty
+Don't let 'em kill me...
+[Sample]
+"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan."
+"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan."
+"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan."
+"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan."
+
+[Verse 2]
+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, À la carte, Escargot
+Escobar, invest my millions
+Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children
+Knowing that they coming anytime
+But until then, i'm at large till they shoot me
+Million dollar stones in my camouflaged Gucci
+Giving you this crack like Pookie
+To question the system, be the resistance
+No matter what color you are, everybody niggers
+Or you can stand by or watch or you can march on with us
+
+[Chorus]
+Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told
+You'll get a 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
+Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told
+You'll get a left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
+Oh, it's just a matter of days before they try to take me...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Vernon Family[Intro]
+Yeah
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Literally rich since nine-six
+Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six
+Exotic material on the neck and fly whips
+I was fresh out the 'jects, decked out to death
+Y'all witnessed it, I could fill you with real millionaire shit
+Escargot, my car fresh from the dealership
+Esco alias, my escrow grow daily
+It's the freshest Air Max wearer, yes
+Ejaculatory depression after sex
+And that mean after I nut, don't touch me, no questions
+Unless she's a restless spirit then I can heal it
+Spend a lot of time together, I know her feelings
+But you fightin' what the essence of a woman is
+I respect you, my love's limitless
+But what are you becoming?
+You wanna be the man or the woman? Play your position
+Mornin' or night I'm lickin' the pudding ain't I?
+Since my days of St. Ides
+Pullin' out box cutters to bang opps who ain't us
+To Bentley Continentals, see the man I is
+Hand-to-hand hustlers always claiming they ran The Brizz
+The big homies don't approve that
+Felt and Dirty Red fundin' RK but where was you at?
+We all tried to move crack
+Nowadays I'm just showing my age
+The new goons hardly heard of these legendary names, it's strange
+The Bridge rappers influenced me, son
+But if I was in the Juice Crew, we woulda won
+No disrespect 'less disrespect served to me
+You a gangsta groupie, gassin' niggas to murder me, nigga?
+Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
+And that's word to Yammy, yeah
+Deep roots, I ain't have to fake it yet
+Old solid tree branches ain't breakin' yet
+A vet
+[Chorus]
+Get rich project niggas
+Billionaire mindset niggas
+Know you know my set, niggas
+10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
+Get rich project niggas
+Billionaire mindset niggas
+Know you know my set, niggas
+10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got the je ne sais quoi, why bother
+With girls who like to play keep-away with they toddlers?
+She started with good intentions like a rich pastor
+Bitch was bad, turned from good thing to disaster
+Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it
+She put her neck in a noose, snapped it
+Hangin' on every word she heard come outta cougar mouth, super foul
+Play your cards right, deuces wild, salute my pals
+Fathers all around the board goin' through it
+She got lobster appetites, lots of habits
+Like frontin' when she need apartment deposits
+Here's something, get you a starter
+But pardon my pimpin', I don't sponsor
+I don't buy cars, I coach you to win, know what?
+If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him
+Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon, still
+And that's word to Will, for real
+[Chorus]
+Get rich project niggas
+Billionaire mindset niggas
+Know you know my set, niggas
+10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
+Get rich project niggas
+Billionaire mindset niggas
+Know you know my set, niggas
+10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
+
+[Outro]
+Shout to Draws, Spanky, Black Ed, Hands
+Shout to Shabazz, Wewop and Harvey
+Rest in glory
+TJ Killa Black, rest in glory
+Shout to all the young legends we losin' too soon
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+These Are Our Heroes[Intro: Nas]
+This ain't for everybody
+You know who y'all are
+Yeah you, y'all know who you are
+These are our heroes, ha ha
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
+Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
+What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
+Never got Emmy's but were real to me
+Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
+Cause they said they played they parts well
+Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
+Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
+Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
+Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
+The acceptable Negro? Hell nah
+But they say "These are our heroes"
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
+Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
+But there's somethin' they don't say
+Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
+From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
+First he played his life cool just like Michael
+Now he rock ice too just like I do
+Yo, you can't do better than that?
+The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
+Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
+Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
+You turn around then you shit on Shaq
+Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
+He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
+Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
+To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
+But you let them use you as an example
+They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
+[Hook: Nas]
+Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
+Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
+What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
+Never got Emmy's but were real to me
+Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
+Cause they said they played they parts well
+Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
+Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
+Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
+Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
+The acceptable Negro? Hell nah
+But they say "These are our heroes"
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
+But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
+But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
+But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
+You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
+You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe
+Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
+Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
+These are our heroes, thanks a lot, public school systems still rot
+Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
+Sellin they peoples out, some real folks with clout
+Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
+Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
+Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
+Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
+Fela to Miriam Makeba
+The mirror says you are the next American leader
+So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
+These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
+Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
+But next year, who knows what we'll see?
+Ha-ha... these are our heroes
+[Hook: Nas]
+Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
+Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
+What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
+Never got Emmy's but were real to me
+Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
+Cause they said they played they parts well
+Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
+Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
+Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
+Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
+The acceptable Negro? Hell nah
+But they say "These are our heroes"
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the... y'know
+The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
+Big up to Tiger Woods
+Yeah, ya don't stop
+Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr
+Y'know, yeah, y'know
+Taye Diggs, what up my nigga, yeah, ha-ha
+And you don't quit, and ya don't quit
+And ya don't stop and ya don't quitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Last Words[Produced by L.E.S]
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+
+[Verse 1: Nashawn]
+I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone
+Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones
+Wanna be the heat you feel makin' ya moan
+Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on
+Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on
+It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper calm
+I'm gonna kill somethin', rap cats be real frontin'
+Fuck shootin' legs, cock back put his brains on the pave
+Nigga how 'bout that, close range with the gauge get payed
+First rapper to shoot off stage
+Turn the front page the next day, my life is like a book
+A twenty four hour song without no hook
+Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug
+Turn corners when you turn corners, know who to plug
+Thugs around me outside its grimy outside
+Better slide before you get bodied outside
+[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I'ma prison cell six by nine
+Livin' hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
+My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
+I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out
+I take the sun away put misery instead
+When you with me most folks consider you dead
+I saw too many inmates fallin' apart
+Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
+Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
+They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
+All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
+I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin')
+I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter
+If the court parole ya then another con enters
+No remorse for your tears I seen 'em too often
+When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
+Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
+Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
+Face to face with a cage no matter your age
+I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
+Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out
+'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
+Yo it's stunnin' when bed sheets become your woman
+And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comin'
+Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
+You'll always be my property nigga stay legal...
+[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
+These are last words of a hanging slave
+How could I forget this
+I rob you, put you on my hit list
+Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
+My burnt lips from the roach clips
+How can I shine
+Being broke and bag a dope bitch
+Powerful minds, we brave men
+I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money Over Bullshit[Verse 1]
+My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies
+Brrrat! Cars peel, the East Coast cartel
+Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
+The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
+Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of you
+Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
+Dreams of falling in the elevator, passing floors
+Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
+I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad-luck prayers
+Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up
+Sabotaging my makeup, my watches get laced up
+Even if they indicted Jacob
+Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
+Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
+They die and hit Hell from a iron
+I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
+Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
+They get sent to your hotel, I'm made in this shit
+Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
+You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
+King poetic, too many haters to count
+Too much paper to count (QB, bitch!)
+
+[Chorus]
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn)
+Money over bullshit,pistols over brawn
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (My own strength, nigga! That's what I'm afraid of!)
+Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (Hahaha)
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+[Verse 2]
+Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
+Thinking about which nigga to target
+You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
+So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
+Black TEC on the table, Mag' four-four
+Black negligée on my bitch, she's at the door
+Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
+You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade, niggas
+It's fifty ways to dissect the General
+If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
+Rule 1: Cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
+Rule 2: Thought you knew—don't fuck with God's Son
+Rule 3: See, matter fact, I just wait
+If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
+Each one of ya guys that claim hip-hop is still alive
+Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
+I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch…
+
+[Chorus]
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (It's dead, bitch!)
+Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha)
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
+Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+[Verse 3]
+From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
+And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
+Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
+From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
+Vegas, places in Switzerland
+From 9 blastin' to I don't have to blast mine
+They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
+Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
+Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is
+'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
+Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
+Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner
+Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
+Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
+Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all
+
+[Chorus]
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
+Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha)
+Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
+Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
+[Outro]
+There it is, QB, bitch! Yeah…
+QB, bitch! Yeah, yeah… QB, bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto Prisoners[Intro]
+Uhh
+Regulate, nigga
+Bravehearts, nigga
+Live for this
+Some of y'all don't live at all
+Get yours, nigga
+Get yours, baby
+Uhh, yo
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings
+Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings
+With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
+From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S
+About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move
+A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
+Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised?
+The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah
+I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds
+My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees
+May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
+But hold before you one of those prophetic MCs
+With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
+Each channelin', from past to present times, heaven shines
+Light on those, innocent to how the world grows
+Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes
+And you accounted for, everything that you heard
+Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words
+My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+[Chorus]
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners..
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings
+Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
+Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered
+Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation?
+One with blind men - not takin' charge of the situation
+Empty arguments and real conversations needed
+The world'll need it, to hear it
+Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb
+This hurt come from the honest word
+I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned
+Find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it
+Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it
+Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
+To sink in the Atlantic
+Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but
+Who decides when and if your life is finished?
+If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord
+May we break away from the chains abroad
+[Chorus]
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners..
+
+[Verse 3]
+You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
+I give you every second low-priced, if I sold lies; the truth is
+Time waits for none of you, in fact
+He can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you
+Small visions of better life if cheddar was right
+Lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time
+Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin'
+Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin'
+Judges is not relatin' to pleas, guns bustin' where the kids play
+Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
+In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A
+Around the way where we from
+Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
+Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past
+And a newborn's, first time to be here at last
+And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain
+Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came
+Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers
+Readin' history, but who's the authors?
+For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder
+But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter
+Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners..
+[Chorus]
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
+Ghetto prisoners..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Adult Film[Intro: Nas]
+R-A-W
+R-A-W
+
+[Post-Chorus: Nas]
+Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love
+Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug
+You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club
+Get a cookbook, you gossipin', watchin' hip-hop and love, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I don't mean to be brass, even a genius asks questions in class
+Supposed to know a love that'll last
+Her friends say "Don't mess with rappers", correction
+I'm Akhenaten, King Tut's predecessor
+I fantasize, and no mind him, I'm slick with words
+Tell your girlfriend I flip the birds
+She don't know shit, I am your neighbor
+Brother, homie, love, a friend to smoke with
+I want us to take road trips, fuck that low shit
+I'm on some more 'everybody-should-know' shit
+Or let's be real discreet
+Everybody lies, not everybody Nas
+So your friend might hate (Ayy)
+When was the last time her and a man was straight? (Ayy)
+Just chill, light bulbs dim (Ayy)
+You are my adult film
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz and Nas]
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now (My adult film)
+Life begins right now (My adult film)
+Life begins right now (R-A-W)
+No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film)
+Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W)
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+
+[Post-Chorus: Nas and Swizz Beatz]
+Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love (Hey)
+Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug
+You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey)
+Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh
+
+[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+No matter what they say
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+[Bridge: Nas]
+The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life
+The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life
+You start to get comfortable after you get it right
+Yeah, you start to get comfortable after you get it right
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Misogynistic monologue what we dialogue
+Yeah, I'm mature from the chest, and higher North
+But below the waist, I'm a dog
+Your girl in heat like cayenne sauce
+She so sweet, but she kinda lost
+Like me, African name with a diamond cross
+But you a strong, stand-tall soldier
+They lean on you, expecting you not to fall over
+Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel
+So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill
+Eight millimeter cinematic celluloid
+I see us both, little girl, little boy
+Explorin' the world, similar, virgins became experienced
+We both like it in front of mirrors, and this shit start weighin' on me
+Feel your good vibes layin' on me
+When them light bulbs dim
+Lemme watch you, my adult film
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz and Nas]
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now (My adult film)
+Life begins right now (My adult film)
+Life begins right now (R-A-W)
+No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film)
+Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W)
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+[Post-Chorus: Nas and Swizz Beatz]
+Fuck outta here second guessin' our love (Hey)
+Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug
+You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey)
+Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh
+
+[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+No matter what they say
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Life begins right now
+Hey
+HeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Virgo[Intro: Nas & Doug E. Fresh]
+Yeah, what! You!
+Uh-huh! C'mon!
+Yeah (ugh), yeah, what?
+Ugh! Nasty Nas, Virgo
+Uh-huh
+L-L-Ludacris, Virgo
+Uh, uh-uh
+Doug Fresh (uh-huh-huh!)
+As we go, somethin like this
+Nasir (C'mon! Ugh!)
+
+[Chorus: 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 (huh)
+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
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Ugh, she says her life is too hard
+She says that she wanna come and build with the God
+Promise me that she gon' play her part (ugh)
+Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart
+And, she's damn fine, feet Hammer Time, damn, if I mind
+Long as the butt bubblin' back in your waistline
+I don't waste time (ugh), I gotta get-get on it
+Just you and me, two glasses, silver Patronin' (ugh)
+In the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes (uh-huh)
+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"
+Haha, well, here I am, yep, I'm the man
+Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand (ugh)
+So, here we standin' before I begin
+Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem (woo!)
+Tongue skills, yeah I like that (yeah)
+Now we on the right track (uh-huh)
+Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black (brrrp!)
+Ever since then she been yappin' a track
+Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back, sing!
+C'mon! Ugh!
+[Chorus: Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh]
+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 (uh-huh)
+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 (Ugh!)
+Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
+You seen me convince your homegirl though (ooh! ooh!)
+
+[Verse 2: Ludacris &  Doug E. Fresh]
+Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds
+When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin'
+Little cute thing, said, "What's yo' name?"
+I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain (woo!)
+Ooh-ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up
+BLAOW! Ludacris in the how-oooh-ouse!
+The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song
+All the ladies hit the floor and it was uh-uh-on (ugh!)
+Live forever like 'Fame,' let the Leroys dance
+While I'm laid back, chillin' in my b-boy stance (c'mon!)
+Could be a little pop lockin' if your girl's top droppin' (yeah)
+But watch for cockblockin' on my coochie stock options (woo!)
+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, "W-w-word" (ugh!)
+Why only serve one when we can serve up two?
+Then at the bachelor 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 loverrrrrr
+Buck! buck! buck! buck! buck! buck!
+Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah, SING! (UGH!)
+[Chorus: 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 chill out with the Virgo? (ugh!)
+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 (rmmmm!)
+Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got take your shirt off
+Seen you convince your homegirl though
+Ayo, ugh!
+
+[Outro: Doug E. Fresh]
+They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
+Virgo crew, baby run the streets
+So let's go (let's go), let's go (for the beat)
+Let's go (Virgo crew), it's the Virgo
+Let's go (Nasty Nas), let's go (Ludacris)
+And if you don't know, now you know (Doug Fresh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let There Be Light[Intro]
+Yeah, check check, testing
+It's clear out there, yeah
+It's like I'm hang glidin' over the hood, ha
+Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Check, let there be light
+No gang bangin' in New York tonight
+Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life
+Turn up the kid mic ‘cause ya'll ain't listenin' right
+What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
+I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
+Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
+This is all overseen by my man Will
+
+[Hook: Tre Williams]
+As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
+I know that I ain't got much time left
+And they don't really wanna see the good in me
+Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
+And I know my business, so my sins great
+And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
+And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
+Oh, let there be light!
+[Verse 2]
+This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture
+There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers
+Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen
+Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff, and
+It's like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned
+They don't want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin
+If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises
+And bring back the niggas who was livest
+Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days
+They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
+Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
+They used to love us
+Till we found our own way through the maze
+New York, set trippin' and flaggin'
+Got the West Coast laughin'
+Now Esco's askin', "What happened?"
+My homegirl from upper Manhattan; she remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'
+
+[Hook: Tre Williams]
+As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
+I know that I ain't got much time left
+And they don't really wanna see the good in me
+Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
+And I know my business, so my sins great
+And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
+And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
+Oh, let there be light!
+[Verse 3]
+The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer
+Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror
+Deman I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive somethin' red
+Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
+Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
+I wanted bread like Wonder
+Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel
+Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
+No matter what you do you're never getting my title
+I can't sound smart, ‘cause y'all will run away
+They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about Ye
+Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler
+Cake getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ
+When you're four years into the game
+We can have a conversation
+Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation
+Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
+Only then I let you pick my brain, niggas
+
+[Bridge: Nas + (Tre Williams)]
+[And I] Right about now [And I] (They don't really know)
+[And I] (They don't really see)
+I don't even deal with all that garbage
+(No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?
+[And I] (Though I walk through the valley)
+That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen
+[And I] (They should fear no) [And I] (no, no-oh)
+Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright
+[Hook: Tre Williams]
+As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
+I know that I ain't got much time left
+And they don't really wanna see the good in me
+Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
+And I know my business, so my sins great
+And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
+And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
+Oh, let there be light!
+As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
+I know that I ain't got much time left
+And they don't really wanna see the good in me
+Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
+And I know my business, so my sins great
+And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
+And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
+Oh, let there be light!
+
+Oh let it be, let it be, yeah
+Let it be, let it beEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hey Nas[Verse 1: Nas]
+The phone rings
+Another peaceful moment is lost
+Latifah's chest jingle in Set It Off
+I press pause in the bed as a king
+I let it ring 4 or 5 times
+Answer while I'm puffin' my green
+It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
+I caught a flashback of her askin' me was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
+She offered me dinner under the moon
+I said, "Sorry I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"
+Nine push-ups, strength's gone at the tenth one so why hook up
+The pimp's gone off the Patron Tequila
+Put on my Lee's and the original Filas
+Sedated from L's, 380 cocked, naked ladies laid up in tels
+Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
+Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
+Heads turn it's a freak show
+I need them to know, when will they learn
+Nas need a queen not a ho to
+Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
+But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
+Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
+And you can sing along 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy
+
+[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]
+Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
+Take my name, and my number
+Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
+But let's take, it, slow
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+One for the honies who roll blunts up but don't smoke
+Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
+Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
+Double life wife, play with the man that's livin' with you
+Here's the issue, a woman gotta be stunnin'
+Get to a man's heart through his stomach
+You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
+Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark
+Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
+Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
+If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
+If you want barbecue I call Professor and Ak
+'Cause you point out my enemies, someone who's into me
+But not a hyper chick- someone with the proper energy
+A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
+And you could be the one 'cause I'm lovin' ya energy
+
+[Chorus: Kelis]
+Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
+Take my name, and my number
+Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
+But let's take, it, slow
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Slow is the way
+Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
+Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me
+That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta there
+Hear sirens jump in the stick drop a Sedan and hide for years
+Like no one else in the world did this except for us two
+You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
+If coppers bust me it's me you rescue, this to the death boo
+You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
+Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
+As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
+Time's out forbidden
+Until we pass out, that's when we stop
+We give it all we got, give it all we got- we hot
+Give it all we got, give it all we got- we rock
+Give it all we got, give it all we got
+You 'bout the baddest thing
+Since Michael had Billie Jean
+And Prince gave you diamond's and pearls
+But to be my queen you must...
+Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
+But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
+Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
+And you can be the one 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy
+[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz & Kelis]
+Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
+Take my name, and my number
+Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
+But let's take, it, slow
+
+[Outro: Claudette Ortiz]
+I can be, what you said
+That you need, I can be, all that
+I can be, I can have your back, baby
+I can be, what you said
+That you need, I can be, all that
+I can be, I can have your back, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Family[Chorus: Havoc]
+Yo..
+Dunn you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Island hopping getting right on them 747 Boeings
+Dunn you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Unconditional love showing
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+40th side, 41st side ride
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Me and my Dunns come from the slums
+You can't take the slums out my Dunns
+And that's how it is, that's how we live
+Sometimes I find myself wearing the same shit for days
+Not caring, bout what they gon' think or say
+I got that, I don't give a fuck in me, it's stuck in me
+That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggas, y'all too pretty
+We too gritty, like Sanford and Son
+Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on
+See we the top rap niggas, the Q-Dogs
+You got a lot of nerve, putting out them songs
+Knowing that my niggas come strong, so let's get it on
+We just getting warm, operation Quiet Storm
+Silent wars or we silence the fours
+Hav, P, and Nas, got it in the smash, fo'sho
+Now it's movies and soundtracks
+This is where your career stop at
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Ayo, I drink to that
+I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me
+You violate, they read your obituary in front your family
+You should idolize Nas in the flesh
+Don't wait 'til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt
+We shot hoops with coat hangers, got loot with dope slangers
+Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger
+Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit
+Bought weight from rastas, travel hot routes
+O.T. commute back and forth
+Tell shorty get that package off
+Fuck being trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit
+Caught a case then I beat the shit
+D's on the block flash badges, nylon jackets
+Big white boys with guns yelling, "Freeze black kids!"
+Got my niggas in the pen, eating octopus
+Wishing they was on the blocks with us
+To watch me and P do it (uh), put the heat to it (uh)
+Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it
+Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music
+And think deep to it, now who the truest?
+
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Yo..
+Dunn you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Island hopping getting right on them 747 Boeings
+Dunn you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Unconditional love showing
+Yo.. yo you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Unconditional love showing
+Yo you fam to me, and only fam to me
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Dirty fingernails, reaching in my pocket pulling knots out
+I daydream of better days, in different ways
+Out this lifestyle we live, iced-out with the big fifth
+That's why the burnt leather lean to the left
+Even though we gained cash on fish
+I'm trapped on reason being we ain't all rich
+And I'ma be that same nigga for the door
+And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash
+We get stacks, you do the math
+We pound niggas out, walk away and laugh
+Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus, kid
+Rap niggas shit they drawers
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+Yo they probably did
+I aircondition y'all niggas, my prediction is you rewind this
+Your highness, Q-Boro's finest
+Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas
+Grant you a wish, you get rich while listening hard
+To my thugs in the prison yard, bench-pressing 200 pounds and up
+Feeling like you down on your luck
+Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library
+Appeal the game, all eyes on me
+Restrained from, being looked at, it's uncivilized
+We epitomize thug song, y'all niggas get mad
+Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style
+No heart and no look, shook
+Get stole on, my niggas move right in the moonlight
+Y'all niggas get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue
+We too official, blue steel pistols
+Teflon vests, it's no contest, we hit you
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Dunn you fam to me, and only family
+That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
+Blowing green that's keeping us going
+Unconditional love showing
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+40th side, 41st side ride
+
+[Outro: Havoc]
+Yeah, youknahmsayin'
+Not for nothing baby
+Knahmsayin' wanna give a shout out to my peoples
+YouknowhatImean, Yambo, Ill Will
+Killa Black, my brother
+It's never gonna be another, word up..
+Yeah, you know how we do dunn, word up
+
+[Skit]
+The future is nothing but a series of probability made up of decisions that we make right now but these decisions leads to certain events into the future and every human being has a capability to determine their own future
+Some are just more into it than others...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U Gotta Love It[Intro]
+Yeah, real conversation for that ass
+(It's what they want) huh
+(It's what they want) what you say? Can't hear you man
+(It's what they want, huh) speak the fuck up
+(It's what they want) word
+(It's what they want)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep
+Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
+Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
+For high rollers and vets
+Now it's loads of baguettes
+Prefer a MAC-10 over a TEC
+No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets
+Trees that might eject my hype back
+Famous phrase "Nigga, light that"
+Hoes you fuck ask you, "Where your ice at, dunn?"
+It's all about Playboys when we was young
+Could 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 it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it
+You gotta love it, you gotta love it
+[Chorus]
+(It's what they want) fuck it
+(It's what they want) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want) fuck it
+(It's what they want) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want) fuck it
+(It's what they want) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want, huh)
+(It's what they want) (it's what they want)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
+Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches
+Hunger my riches, her childish wishes
+Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
+Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
+Kicking this flow, slip and you fold
+So when your click roll, I let my clips go
+Niggas on opposite poles
+I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
+Inhumane, living hostile opposed
+To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes
+Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor
+Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas
+See niggas and blacks, 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 in jail, chrome objects
+Hit you in your own projects, it's street-onomics
+This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
+Miserable cats, hunger paining
+Get off your ass, stop complaining
+My crew be in Montego Bay margariting, marinating
+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]
+(It's what they want, huh) fuck it
+(It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want) fuck it
+(It's what they want) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want, huh) fuck it
+(It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it
+(It's what they want)
+(It's what they want)
+(It's what they want, huh)
+(It's what they want, huh)
+(It's what they want)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+EPMD[Intro]
+Hit-Boy
+
+[Chorus]
+EPMD, we back in business
+I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
+We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
+Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
+
+[Verse 1]
+Look, hood theories
+Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
+Gotti ran every union in the city
+N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did
+Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
+Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
+Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
+Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid
+While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
+This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
+Social media platforms they rattin' on
+Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
+Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone
+Who said we couldn't get cash this long, last this long?
+Platinum cars with our ratchets on
+Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on
+[Chorus]
+EPMD, we back in business
+I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
+We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
+Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe
+Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
+Condos in different time zones (Time zones)
+Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam
+Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah)
+Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah)
+Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
+You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s
+Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD
+Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
+Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies
+Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
+Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')
+If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (Need a trilli')
+It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
+And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies
+
+[Chorus]
+EPMD, we back in business
+I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
+We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
+Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
+[Outro]
+Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
+Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
+You couldn't even calculate this shit
+Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+Insurmountable shit
+Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money Is My Bitch[Intro]
+{*Kissing*}
+I love you so much, don't ever leave me, I won't let you leave
+
+[Verse 1]
+The hoe turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
+Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love with her
+I saved that hoe 'cause she bring more hoes
+She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
+Heartbroken, she walked right out of mad nigga's life
+So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife
+And I ain't gonna lose her like those other lames did
+I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
+She keep me jig, glorifying medallions
+Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions
+Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked
+She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks
+Bankers and diplomats
+She the scratch on my back
+Her cream I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act
+When she not around, I'm heated, 'bout to lay something flat
+Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
+
+[Chorus]
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
+Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money
+Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
+Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich
+[Verse 2]
+All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket
+It's so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private
+You got me karats on my wrist
+I'm a savage for your kiss
+Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard
+Niggas always expect to see us two together, stable
+The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple
+Don't need no pre-nup
+'Cause when we hump we do it up
+Make sure we both will bust a dollar sign nut
+Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre
+Break of day, slinging all night long, fiending to stroke ya
+Seeing niggas with you I wasn't happy
+Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy
+And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife
+Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right
+Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow
+My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note
+
+[Chorus]
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
+Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money
+Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
+Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich
+[Verse 3]
+I won't sell my soul to you
+What do I owe to you?
+My cars, my house, my flow to you
+Screw you, before you
+Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you
+The envy me cause I'm with you
+You floss too much
+Turn niggas out, one touch
+For you, my guns bust
+You always said in GOD we trust
+It's hard enough to keep counting on you
+You cheat with government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you
+I think I liked you better when you were illegal
+But you had to get professional, musical
+Now when we fuck we use prophylactic, hard plastic
+Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick
+Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it
+Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya assets
+Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me
+I guess bitches like you just grow on trees
+
+[Chorus]
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
+Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
+My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
+Ohhh money you my honey
+Money is my bitch
+Ohhh money, money, money
+Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
+Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be richEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Want to Talk to You[Chorus]
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+Can I talk to ya?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Step up to the White House let me in
+Whats my reason for being I'm ya next of kin
+And we built this motherfucker
+You wanna kill me because my hunger?
+Mr. America young black niggas want ya
+I wanna talk to the man, understand?
+Understand this motherfuckin' G-pack in my hand
+Look what happened to San Fran
+Young girl hit by policeman
+Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
+Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
+The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret
+The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now
+Extension on Earth, human cutdown
+Niggas play with PlayStations, they build a spacestations
+On Mars plottin' civilizations
+Dissin' us discriminatin' different races
+Tax payers pay for more jail for Black Latin faces
+[Chorus]
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+Can I talk to ya?
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard, damn
+Niggas gotta go create his own job
+Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
+Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved
+Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive
+Swing a mack to be live cardiac to get high
+It's the ghetto life, yeah I celebrate it I live it
+And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it
+And y'all combinin' all the countries we goin' do the same
+Combine all the cliques to make one gang
+It ain't a black and white thing
+It's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane
+
+[Chorus]
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+Can I talk to ya?
+[Verse 3]
+What y'all waitin' for the world to blow up
+Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless
+Let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
+Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is
+They try to buy us with dough
+Fake black leaders of puppets always talkin' 'bout the city budget
+The news got it all confused lyin' to the public
+They eyes watchin' stay wise move above it
+Water floods predicted, hurricanes, twisters
+Its all signs of the Armageddon, three sixes
+People reverse the system, politics verse religion
+Holy war, muslim verse christians
+Niggas in high places, they don't got the balls for this
+People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
+Mr. President I assume it was negligence
+But your streets are upside down, I'm here to represent
+
+[Chorus]
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president
+I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman
+Can I talk to ya?
+
+[Outro]
+Can I talk to you Mr. President
+Niggas tryin to get with the computers
+We ain't John Henry
+Banging down fuckin'..? fighting against the machines
+We want to be Part of the establishment nigga
+That's what we are steppin up for
+Ain't no cartoon out here
+This shit is real
+Total Package in this nigga
+LES in this nigga
+Ill Will nigga
+Mr. President wanna keep us from establishment
+Niggas are american baby
+American MadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+War Against Love[Intro]
+Wassup, African?
+Wassup, African?
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo the Haiti, Barbados, Bahamas, Grenada
+The war is against love, we under attack
+Paris, Pyar, St. Thomas, DR
+The war is against love, who's busting back?
+From New York to Botswana, London to Guyana
+To every single African that's on the map
+Yo, to Mexico, to Cuba, Iceland to Bermuda
+The war is against love, we under attack
+
+[Verse 1]
+Scientists told us how the Mayans lived
+Highways are landing strips for planes to land
+Before the Wright brothers planned aerodynamics
+Now I am chilling 20 karats like a savage
+Not embarrassed
+Buy what I'm copping while I'm shopping out in Paris
+Parasites try to steal the culture (True)
+While chem trails and satellites hover over
+Feds is watching, real niggas ask this is so (Ask this is so)
+Still the 5th is loaded (5th is loaded)
+For these lawyers who be ripping soldiers off in court
+They don't get em all, they just take your money and lie
+Have you sitting up north (Foul)
+Study the law (Word)
+Get your appeal (True)
+Soon you back on the street the shit'd get real (Facts)
+They try to kill us off since the days of the brilliant Moors
+May they ships pull up to the Sicilian shores
+So I hustle more, ain't no justice for the poor
+Got me feeling like middle fingers up, fuck the law
+Bust a Dutchie open, liquor pour
+[Chorus]
+Chicago yo, you know Chicago y'all know
+The war is against love, we under attack (Yeah)
+New Orleans, New Orleans to Queens
+Yo the war is against love, who's busting back? (Me)
+To Detroit (Yeah), St. Louis (Yeah, yeah)
+To every hood in all the 50 states on the map (Map)
+Chocolate city, North and South Philly (Philly)
+Feel me, the war is against love, we under attack
+
+[Verse 2]
+I went from, semi-bummy nigga to money nigga (Ha)
+Bike nigga to car nigga
+Christ nigga to Allah nigga (Alḥamdulillāh)
+Then I evolved, nigga (Yeah)
+No religions, my commandments are my standards (Word)
+A stand up man, no clowning, no snitching
+Got a bid, I'm sitting down
+Do the time, call it paying taxes
+Living with my actions (Word), corners to the grave
+Yeah, I'm on that wave
+Yeah, I fornicate with fly bitches, horny ways
+Just the way I was taught, though (Uh)
+Can't tell if this is reality or just another award show?
+These women be lost, so beautiful, so smart (Word)
+But why can't we be heavenly? Don't think, use your heart (Yo' heart)
+'Cause we could be so great, pray it's not too late
+Put pride aside, coincide, I bet we both be straight
+Straight to the top, side to side, twin Rolls Royces
+We made choices to be devoted (Uh)
+To go at those foes who come at us with upside down crosses
+[Chorus]
+The war is against love, I ain't trusting that (Trusting that, uh, uh)
+The war is against love, who's busting back? (Me, me, me, uh)
+To all the 50 states, all across the map (The whole world, too)
+USA and beyond (And beyond)
+The war is against love, how will you react to that?
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, tell you how I'm reacting
+I'm strapped and ready, go all the way
+The war is against peace
+The war is against love
+Yeah, know thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Message to the Feds, Sincerely, We the People[Intro: Nas]
+Get ready, get prepared
+This is prophecy
+God is with us!
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
+Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads
+Abercrombie & Fitch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
+Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
+The project logic is still salute the dead, Glocks spit
+Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Beaumount
+Otisville, Lewisberg, Fort Dix, Fort Worth, Oakdale
+Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
+War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say
+May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
+At our enemies, may they die easily
+Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me
+Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
+Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans
+Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
+On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
+And they're aware of us though
+And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though
+Stayin' on my hus-tle
+*beat change*
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+A message to those who trapped us up
+From federal guys who backed them up
+We never will die, we black and tough
+Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
+Half of us been locked up inside the beast
+Look at the time we see
+Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens
+Even the Congo needs dreams
+Our bullets and triggers our enemies
+Pullin' on innocent women and children
+It wasn't no ghetto killers
+Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
+But I'm not gon' cry and I'm not gon'
+Stand just watch you die
+I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand
+Come on let's ride
+A message to those who killed the king
+Who murdered the Christ, the same regime
+What God has built you never can break
+What God has loved you never can hate
+Man makes rules and laws
+You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
+You devils will run back into the caves you came from
+Whenever that day comes, forty-acres
+Plantations, see every race won
+Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelationsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Y’all My Niggas[Intro: sample]
+We use the word everyday
+Now we don't know the capacity of this word
+Are we headed for conflict or not? (Yes sir)
+Because we did not break down the capacity
+Of the same what (the same word)
+Brothers and sisters, this is why we hung up the consciousness
+We've been taught wrong
+
+[Verse 1]
+Find a room to lock yourself in and close the door
+It's some heavy concepts that we gotta explore
+We gotta, strip the word down rugged and raw
+The rhetoric of Martin King just ain't around no more
+Du Bois ain't here, James Baldwin neither, they all were leaders
+But they ain't help me get this Porsche two seater
+A lawyer left the hood, he never looked back
+To be a Fortune 500 CEO, it took rap
+So what if my pants sag with my hat turned back?
+The same swag got our merchandise flying off the rack
+Marketing companies is hiring blacks
+Fresh hip-hop lingo for your campaign ads
+Controversy surrounds who could say it and when
+Some niggas are full time, some play and pretend
+So fuck that, no apologies on the issue
+If it offends you, it's meant to, it's that simple
+[Chorus]
+Tryna erase me from y'all memory
+Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!)
+Speak my name and breathe life in me
+Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!)
+'Cause y'all use my name so reckless
+Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!)
+And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public
+And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggas
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, I was thinking a little bit
+What would it take to authenticate my nigganess?
+Ball ridiculous? 26 inches when I call up the dealership?
+Aww, that's some nigga shit
+We only out for our own benefit?
+We having too many kids? We Claudines? Welfare recipients?
+The infamous free clinics is the sickest shit
+Make me think what the hell they clean they syringes with
+Everybody bleeding, the cops are the demons
+Courtrooms full of goons, jail buses leaning
+Handcuffs squeezed too tight on youth life
+If you fight, they just give in, people used to do sit ins
+They got Nigeria and Niger, two different countries
+Somehow Niger turned to nigga, and shit got ugly
+The problem is we started thinking like the colonists
+'Til Noble Drew Ali started dropping that consciousness
+[Chorus]
+Tryna erase me from y'all memory
+Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!)
+Speak my name and breathe life in me
+Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!)
+'Cause y'all use my name so reckless
+Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!)
+And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public
+And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggas
+
+[Verse 3]
+My father was not a banker, neither was my neighbor
+When it came to getting paper, who the hell was gon' train us?
+Oppression couldn't escape us through the ages
+We changed the basis of derogatory phrases
+And I say it's quite amazing
+The use of ghetto terms developed our own language
+No matter where it came from
+It's celebrated, now people are mad if they ain't one
+
+[Interlude: sample]
+Every word we use, it has a capacity
+And if you don't understand the words you're using
+And understand the capacity of it
+You are using words that is creating a destiny for you
+That you don't even know, or even conscious of
+[Chorus]
+Tryna erase me from y'all memory
+Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!)
+Speak my name and breathe life in me
+Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!)
+'Cause y'all use my name so reckless
+Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!)
+And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public
+And I'm the subject
+
+Tryna erase me from y'all memory
+Too late, I'm engraved in history
+Speak my name and breathe life in me
+Make sure y'all never forget me
+'Cause y'all use my name so reckless
+Whether to be accepted or disrespected
+And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public
+And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Girl[Chorus]
+(You're a big girl now)
+Fully grown with your hormones now
+Got your own home and you alone
+Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
+You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
+Your man don't wanna be around
+(You're a big girl now)
+She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
+Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+I need her, I'll eat her
+Do anything to please her
+My ghetto queen of Sheba
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
+Get you hype when I lick it, put it by your face
+Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
+You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith
+I'm feeling richer today,I can hit it then stay
+Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
+We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice
+Bubble bath running, and the candlelight feeling so right
+It's your night, no stress, no fight
+Mad at your ex, 'cause his dough tight
+Never go right when you're with him
+Try your best to forget him
+'Cause it's easy to please me
+CD skip when your head board hit the wall
+Call for the lord
+Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
+Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up
+You can hit a blunt if you want
+I'ma pull my pants up
+We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
+Tell me what's the reason for us
+To love or to fuck
+I'm the thug that you want
+If it's gangster we can't front
+If you want me I can stay around
+If you need me, I'm here for you
+How that sound?
+Now it's up to you
+Depending on how you wanna get down
+'Cause you're a big girl now
+[Chorus]
+(You're a big girl now)
+Fully grown with your hormones now
+Got your own home and you alone
+Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
+You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
+Your man don't wanna be around
+(You're a big girl now)
+She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
+Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+I need her, I'll eat her
+Do anything to please her
+My ghetto queen of Sheba
+
+[Verse 2]
+Got your name and your number in my cell phone
+Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
+If you in a good mood, if you not
+Or you thinking bout you was at my spot
+What we did when we got hot
+Is you dreaming you had me?
+Is you creaming your panties?
+Like a king, fed me grapes, and you fanned me
+On the couch, to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
+And we ate each other like candy
+Under the covers, two intimate lovers
+You fuck a nigga like you mad at me
+Throw the ass to me
+You should be glad to be
+In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
+While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
+You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard
+How I'm making my rod, how I make you say "Oh God"
+Every ho that you know wanna know Nas
+Gotta dodge all the blowjobs, getting hard
+'Cause you know how these girls are
+Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
+Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
+Starting to get an erection
+Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing
+Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
+I need time to breathe
+Wanna follow me, ironically
+You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe
+Like it's my fault
+But you don't wanna talk
+Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
+You and the shorty start scuffing
+Now shorty dumping you out
+Can't let her get the best of you
+So I rescue you
+Only thing left to do was to grab her
+So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
+You don't wanna feel chumped
+Now here the cops come
+So we gotta run to the ride
+Then we drive off through the traffic
+Don't panic, but you know how we gotta manage
+Looking at your face
+And the damage in your facial
+Every angle can't let it faze you
+No reason to be insecure or immature
+Baby girl, see the world is yours
+[Chorus]
+(You're a big girl now)
+Fully grown with your hormones now
+Got your own home and you alone
+Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
+You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
+Your man don't wanna be around
+(You're a big girl now)
+She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
+Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+I need her, I'll eat her
+Do anything to please her
+My ghetto queen of Sheba
+(You're a big girl now)
+Fully grown with your hormones now
+Got your own home and you alone
+Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
+You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
+Your man don't wanna be around
+(You're a big girl now)
+She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
+Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
+(No more daddy's little girl)
+I need her, I'll eat her
+Do anything to please her
+My ghetto queen of ShebaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Mean the World to Me[Verse 1: Nas]
+Where we met, I had to give her mad respect
+She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette
+He told her he'll be back, he jumped in the meter cab
+Gestured to her cell to tell her where to meet him at
+Now she was mad, and I was looking for my car
+She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket
+Cooking for his ass, how she gone get to the projects?
+She ain’t got no cash, and she strugglin' while walkin'
+So I drive past, yo I say "I ain’t no stalker wit yo big 'ole ass
+Here’s my help I’m tryna offer, I give you a lift"
+Who woulda knew it turn to this? now we in the mix
+Baby moved up in my crib and she left her ex
+Damn we speedin'
+
+[Refrain: Leroy Hutson]
+Now girl, you mean the world to me
+Now girl, you mean the world to me
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I’m a king, you're a queen
+His and hers sinks and the diamond rings
+You don’t have to look back at him
+Just get your bags packed and then
+A new life soon begins
+Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in
+I’m a king, you're a queen
+His and hers sinks and the diamond rings
+You don’t have to look back at him
+Just get your bags packed and then
+A new life soon begins
+Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in
+I’m a king, you're a queen
+His and hers sinks and the diamond rings
+You don’t have to look back at him
+Just get your bags packed and then
+A new life soon begins
+Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Baby girl had a son
+He was three, yeah I took him in
+Now she call him little me, I even look like him
+Nah, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker
+She be calling him Blackie, that’s 'cause his real father jet black
+So she treat him like it’s a setback
+I don’t respect that
+Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number
+Now how he get that?
+See, now I knew we was a mismatch
+I’m laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked
+I see where I went wrong at
+I just tried to bring out the queen in you
+But when you make a girl leave her man
+You never really know where she stand
+How you know she really yours?
+Somebody could do the same to you
+(Same to you, same to you)
+
+[Outro: Leroy Hutson]
+Ohh-oh
+Ohh-ohh-oh, oh
+Oh
+Ohh-oh
+Ohh-ohh-oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Project Windows[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockage
+The gutter's wild and every child watches
+Chains in top locks get ripped off hinges
+Doors kicked off, drunks stag off Smirnoff, wipe your beard off
+Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare, vision blurry
+'Cause buried deep in they mind are hidden stories
+Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era
+He's finished for the rest of his life, 'til he fades out
+The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
+So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out
+Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off
+Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, 'til they time cut off
+You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought
+To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
+Plan to leave somethin' behind
+So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on
+
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out)
+Oh, I feel uninspired
+Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window
+(Oh, I'm lookin' out)
+Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yo, if this piano's the cake, then my words are the candles
+Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you
+Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo
+They lit it up {*puff puff*}, hit it up {*puff*}, now they dismantled
+Think the whole world is crazy, got a nine, watch where you walk Two dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York
+Hire Satan, United Nations quietly taken, toll on your soul
+Take it or leave it, just my evaluation
+Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate
+But to stay awake, 'cause the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison
+To the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast
+Might as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
+Perishin', brain dead from a Ericsson
+Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
+A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune, uhh
+
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out)
+Oh, I feel uninspired
+Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window
+(Oh, I'm lookin' out)
+Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
+She said, "go and see the world for myself, and my brother should follow
+Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
+Sang the blues, guitar strings he played smokin' his Kool
+Duke Ellington hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
+He wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework
+At night the windows were speakers, pumpin' life out
+A fight, people screamin' 'cause somebody pulled a knife out
+So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
+Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
+But jail was ahead of me, speedin' like amphetamine
+Reading's what I should've done, 'cause my imagination would run
+I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there
+I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds
+And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
+Yo, the hustla's and hoes, drugs and fo'-fo's
+This was the life of every kid, lookin' out project windows
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Oh, outta my window
+Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out)
+Oh, I feel uninspired
+Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window
+(Oh, I'm lookin' out)
+Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
+Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out)
+Oh, I feel uninspired
+Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window
+(Oh, I'm lookin' out)
+Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
+
+[Outro: Ron Isley]
+Starin' out of, out my window
+Oh I, feel so tired
+Oh yeah, outta my window
+Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out of
+Lookin' out my window, oh yeah
+Makes me, feel so tired
+Lookin' out of my project window
+Oh, it makes me feel, so tiredEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New World[Intro]
+Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
+It's a new world, it's a new world
+Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, celebrate the new life
+New ways to make money
+New ways to break dummies
+Forge they name and take money
+Computers ain't that smart
+Whatever man built could be taken apart
+Anything new can get old
+Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold
+Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
+No propellers in the sky
+Airplanes like many rockets
+Waitin lists for the rich to get tickets to visit Mars
+While the poor people starve, computers takin' over they jobs
+A man's forced to live off land
+Now it's back to the caveman era
+When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
+The truth is, many are too scared of new data
+America Online, cut off, see you later
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin'
+A new way to play, a new way a livin'
+Cash is the past, a new way a spendin'
+New life for man, children, and women
+Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin'
+A new way to play, a new way a livin'
+Cash is the past, a new way a spendin'
+New life for man, children, and women
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
+Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
+The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
+Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake
+And cake mean his stock, net gross
+Young kids step it up, go for the most
+New cameras in police cars takin' pictures
+New hustlas gettin' new street figures
+And US embassies overseas
+Almost every foreign country's under siege
+Covertly startin' wars, CIA, NAVY Seals
+Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's
+Oil in the earth spills
+Girls blow they body up, birth control pills
+African's pick diamonds out a dark caves
+Then we wear it on our necks just so we can light up the stage
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin'
+A new way to play, a new way a livin'
+Cash is the past, a new way a spendin'
+New life for man, children, and women
+
+[Verse 3]
+Say goodbye to the brainwashed
+Say goodbye to the young kids who not smart
+Say goodbye to the toasters and Pop-Tarts
+Yo, it's real
+Swallow a little pill, there's a four-course meal
+Say hello to the one world
+Say hello to the sky, something's out there watchin' you and I
+More enticin' than Star Trek, StarTAC phones
+Your genes and DNA is used to make clones
+You got CD-Rom, everything operates by computers
+Then what happens when circuit breaks?
+Y2K's the big scare
+Scientists say we ain't prepared
+What I feel is contrare
+Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes
+But now we request for your e-mail address
+I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways
+But nothin' make me more happier than seein' today
+[Chorus]
+Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin'
+A new way to play, a new way a livin'
+Cash is the past, a new way a spendin'
+New life for man, children, and womenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dr. Knockboot[Verse]
+Hell yeah
+Check it check it check, check check
+Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call
+If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls
+Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot
+Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits
+A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head
+The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed
+First, DON'T: run up in her raw cause you get burned
+For sure, fuckin' with the typical whore, because
+DO: rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her
+Your local bodega is your supplier
+And DON'T: take the pussy, if she fightin'
+Cause you saw what happened to 2Pac and Mike Tyson
+'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife
+Get you on a rape charge, have you servin' your life
+Yo, DO: get a yes confirmation before penetration
+You wind up in a police station
+DON'T: get with no young bitch and hit it
+She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted
+DO: check for ID, whenever chillin' V.I.P
+With fly shorty P.Y.T
+Yo, DON'T: lie about the cars you got
+Or who you hang with, frontin' when you borrowed your watch
+Yo, DO: play your game right, if the G's tight
+Then you can fuck shorty the same night
+Yo, DON'T: trick when you don't have to
+You think you ballin'? You turn your back they laughin' at you
+You don't gotta keep repeatin you a thug, she heard you
+In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you
+DO: spend a lil' dough, only if you know
+The bitch gross a lil' somethin' too bro
+DON'T: eat the pussy the first night
+Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit
+DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice
+A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right
+Yo, DON'T: pop shit like you Daddy Longdick
+When you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick
+DO: hit positions she will find interest in
+DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin'
+Hope you're listenin', turn up your transisterin'
+Hot 97, KISS-FM or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress
+Chillin' with your girl while you thinkin' 'bout ya ex
+Not too easy not too complex
+I break it down, how to adress, the opposite sex
+Problems or questions, I can answer them best
+Signin' off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace
+[Outro]
+Rest havens
+Fuck y'all bitches
+Y'all niggas get y'all shit tight
+Dr. Knockboot gotta come take y'all bitches from ya!
+AIGHT?! We out!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nas Will Prevail[Verse 1]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
+The mic comes in contact with the third rail
+My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
+With this, see, I'm a brainiac
+I'll call you tattoo, you never come off
+I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss
+A modern Shakespeare—reincarnated
+Brains are elevated, I'm bein' R rated
+This style is terror, drastic
+Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid
+Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
+'Cause I be packin' like a Rasta in a weed spot
+Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip, verbally illin'
+Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
+I execute rap like I'm swingin' an axe around
+This is a mic shut down
+Notify the President that I'm bombin' your residence
+And I'm leavin' no evidence
+Voice box yells, lyrics'll excel
+Rappers gettin' smoked, you can smell the hot shells
+Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized
+You might as well be a singer but ain't harmin' Nas/harmonized
+Here's the break, I'mma translate lyrics so well
+I excel, it ain't hard to tell
+[Hook]
+It ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer
+Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers
+Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads
+Gimme a Grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy
+I leave minds magnetized like slaves
+Your style is old fashioned like waves
+Holdin' a pistol at a pastor, pullin' the trigger faster
+Tell him I was sent by his Master
+But that topic's too deep for your ear
+Here's the science you can comprehend clear
+Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
+I'll know your whole card just like a palm reader
+Non-stop, I'm bustin' heads like the FEDs, baby pops
+This is not the Kindergarten Cop
+Put on your blindfold, I'mma release and stand tall
+I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball
+This is art from the heart
+I leave 'em marked for death in each breath
+In this game, I'm the ref
+Already I'm ill, but I can only get better
+With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
+I master dialects of uncommon languages
+A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
+These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh
+I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers
+Battlin' Nas is dead when my brain reacts
+You might as well have fell asleep on a train track
+This ain't the same track that you're used to
+This is rhythmatic, automatic, try it, you oughta have it
+Slaughter your tape recorder, givin' thanks to my supporters
+And keep flowin' like water
+No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
+Ayo, it ain't hard to tell
+[Hook]
+It ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 3]
+Check it
+I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
+I'm gonna win 'cause you slept
+On Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn
+False rappers, you need to write your own song
+Metaphors are murder, man, hittin' like Roberto Duran
+Hold the mic in my hand, my life span
+Imitators will sweat me like gym class
+Your raps are fat, shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
+New rap recruits—I salute then delete 'em
+Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
+Nas is a terrorist, analyst
+Swingin' my fists like a nigga breakin', possessed by Satan
+You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
+Brothers is gettin' shipped out like I was Castro
+I can eat your flavor, but I'm not a candy lover
+I use a Lethal Weapon, just like Danny Glover
+I execute monologues, sabotage entourage
+Mutilate mics like a maniac at large
+I talk with slang, and use my brain
+Generate pain, penetrate your vein
+Move like a maniac, Nas is nice, son
+Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson
+No competition, 'cause I cause wonders
+Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers
+A motor mouth killer, rhyme-writin' thriller
+Hold a Mac-11, and attack a reverend
+Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake
+I speak deep, dialects I translate
+Me and friends commit sins on the regular
+Murder my competitors, and et cetera
+Nas is a gypsy, Egyptian
+Flippin' the script and microphone manufacturers are victims
+My voice makes your ear drums swell
+It ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fetus[Intro]
+Yeah..
+I want all my niggas to come journey with me
+My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
+Beginning of me, therefore, I could see
+Through my belly button window, who I am...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
+Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
+Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
+Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
+Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
+But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
+Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes
+Nine-months process, infant size
+A prophet in his early stages, mother in her early thirties
+Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop
+I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones
+Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
+Hearing prayers, she asking for my good health
+That I'd become a man and learn to make a way for myself
+Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
+Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes
+Lot of screams I'm hearing, it's crazy, both parents is scrapping
+I'm not even a baby, a miscarriage could happen
+[Chorus]
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause four months pass, I'm still alive
+Guess I got what you call an Ill Will to survive
+When I look hard, the lights is killing my eyes
+I know when moms layin down, I get bored, start to get live
+Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe
+All black babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
+Solar energize, mineralize food flowing through my mother's tube
+I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
+Month two was the least most comfortable
+My umbilical cord choking me, but month three was closer, see
+That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
+But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute
+Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well
+Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
+While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
+I wondered, "If I am born, will I be safe at all?"
+This place they call the world though my view was so large
+Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
+Month five, month six went by, hoping I'm born in July
+But the Lord already figured out a date and time
+September 14th, 73
+Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me
+Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gon' stop
+See how the government start retraining cops
+Month nine, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced
+Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too
+Said "Stay calm," holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
+Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
+Everything is blurry, my first breath screams out
+Tears pouring down my pops face, he's so proud
+Wanting to hold me, but I was so bloody
+They washed me off and he say, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
+Placed me in his arms snugly, laid me on my mother
+Finally, I got to see who held me in her body, she loved me
+And yo, I plan to overthrow the Devil
+And y'all bout to see this world in trouble, motherfuckers
+{*Doctor slaps the baby; the baby screams*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live Now[Hook]
+Live now niggas, there's no promise of a second time around, put it down
+We'll just (live) live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you
+All you gotta do is just (live), live now, we spending
+Not under the ground yet, we enjoying every second yo
+Live now, don't forget to bro, yeah
+Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro
+
+[Nas]
+Picture my last days will be so grim
+My daughter at my bedside, respirator in me
+Eyes dilated, looking skinny, trying to smile, trying to say something
+Whole room will quiet down just to hear my last words
+Tears fall down my facial, why fear anything, it's now too late to
+I'm dreaming of a time I was silked out at the peak of my career
+But I always choked out, leaving mad money on the table at crazy amounts
+I would hit the scene for a second and bounce
+Admit I did live a little bit, sweet pickle dick
+Freaks licked on it, lips I dripped on it
+Sex, I shot pearl necklaces on necks and tits
+Traveled half the world, wish I traveled the rest of it
+From QB to Mecca kid, so if you knew me
+You'd be proud to say I left you with enough memories to resurrect me with
+So live now nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Live now niggas, there's no promise of a second time around, put it down
+We'll just (live) live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you
+All you gotta do is just (live), live now, we spending
+Not under the ground yet, we enjoying every second yo
+Live now, don't forget to bro, yeah
+Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro
+[Scarlett]
+It's been a long time since you came through to see ya sis
+You know I love you, I've been a fan since Genesis
+God, I respect you cause you never tried to smash
+Since we met a while back, and your style was mack
+Now I see that you a man after all you been through
+A stand-up dude, held me down after Sekou
+Need more brothers like you in the hood, would have wifed you if I could
+But the white cells in my blood were no good
+Said I had it ten years, but I was just a carrier
+I thought, "Me a victim?", could never be my character
+It's ill Se' passed the way he did, didn't know how to tell him
+Just happy it didn't get in our kid
+But all the things I did was the flyest, experiences were priceless
+Remember days of diamond cuts
+Nugget rings, clubs in Queens, Jetta cars
+Used to love them things, Barbados, Belize
+I stayed over seas, shopping sprees, credit cards
+Pockets of Gs, left the hood, phattest cribs
+To platinum from silver, came back, bitches calling me the black Liz Taylor
+Imagine that, Rob me? My nigga would kill ya, they knew the rules
+All the planes I flew, niggas I ran through
+Lot of unprotected sex, don't know where it came from
+Grimy niggas, rich niggas, damn it ain't a game son
+From the Cayman Islands to the Virgin Islands
+Gucci suitcases (coughs), a chic did it, eff the screw faces
+Critics and fans, they need to get a life
+You doin' the right thing, settle down, get a wife now
+I grew with you so you know you make me proud
+And most of all you gotta live now
+[Hook: Scarlett]
+Live now nigga ain't no promise of a second time around, put it down, would you
+We'll just live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you
+All you gotta do is just, live now, keep spending
+Not under the ground yet, keep enjoying every minute yo
+Gotta live it up to the limit yo
+Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro
+
+[Scarlett]
+Son, come close, lemme talk to you
+I got music, put it out to the world, let 'em hear it
+Look out for little me, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nazareth Savage*Man laughing*
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum
+Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum
+Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days
+In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
+I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
+That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
+The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
+I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men
+Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless
+When their momma love the kid's records I made
+You gutless, you don't know struggle
+Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
+Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
+I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
+Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
+I'ma guide you like a O.G. but don't talk, don't get it confused
+Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes
+Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
+God'll forgive you bastards
+Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?
+Form a crew, swallow forty cal. bullets after dinner's finished
+Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full of scrilla
+Can't come close to, Francis Coppola, Samson -- no Delilah
+You're pint-sized, I'm Mike's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it
+You scared to look too long at, sit on a don's lap
+Tell you a story shorty, spicy like Lawry's
+Chicken-heads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties
+Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours
+Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes
+Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
+Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage
+You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Son's back with flows, they say mine is very scary
+Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
+And all of y'all wear that same aroma
+How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
+You're wack nigga, face it
+In the history of the game, you have no placement
+Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity
+Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
+But when the sun go south, them guns come out
+My cavalry woulda been through ten in your skin
+Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
+Straight savageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Zone Out[Intro: Nas (Wiz)]
+Braveheart for life
+Zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
+Uhh, Salaam Remi!
+Yeah, zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out, what, yeah
+Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
+(I want y'all to blast on these niggas, man)
+Zo-zo-zo zone out
+Zo-zo-zo zone out
+
+[Verse 1: Jungle]
+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 cash nigga, get you killed
+Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
+Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, forehead yawning
+Sloppy, droppin' you birds
+Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
+No bullshit, back in ya head, find me
+Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
+Y'all made criminals tryin' to wild out there sold crack
+Bust guns at Bow Wow's age
+Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
+Fuckin 'em hoes, boilin' coke since I was 12
+Way too foul walk around all the time
+With a gray MAC-10 and a pocket full o' dimes
+[Verse 2: Wiz]
+Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
+Scared straight, but FUCK them hoes
+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 Uzi weighs 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
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+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 dead, who made this style, Solo or X
+Are you UTFO's Doctor or Moe Dee
+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 tryin' to show niggas ya 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' to bust
+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 okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway
+[Verse 4: Jungle]
+Yo, this is for them high school 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
+Bravehearts 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 the Jeep on this trip
+Coke in the pot, heat on my hip
+
+[Verse 5: Wiz]
+Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
+Shoot 'til the gun's empty stupid, Queens
+Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
+Useless to these swift executioners
+And that's 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
+
+[Chorus]
+Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
+Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
+Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out
+Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hope (Acapella Version)[Intro: Chrisette Michele]
+Hip Hop
+It will never die
+Hip Hop
+It will never, never die
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Ghetto nigga strutting, with nothing but dreams in Queens broke
+Mac-10s, you can smell the PCP smoke
+Melle Mel told it real, in the music he wrote
+Those were the days I remember, we used to be close
+Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
+Was slipping in December, two feet of snow
+Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice
+Symbolize the rap life, it was slick and smooth
+I understood I had to come from the hood
+Doing the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
+Before them phones chirped
+The block's drugs flowing, didn't have your own work
+You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis
+Starter jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
+Your girl's too expensive, she want shellfish
+Red Lobster was popping, standing on that line forever
+I wish somebody would step on my Bally leathers
+Now it's whatever
+Hip Hop's forever
+Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
+Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift, but niggas never hear me spit
+My little brother tried to warn them, I was a tornado coming
+He knew from inside like the eye of a storm, and told my pops about it
+He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
+Double Trouble retarded, we was the proudest
+I never had a summer job
+Sweeping leaves, socks to my knees
+Home-made shorts, cut off Lee's
+I ain't work a day in my life
+Wiping away eraser off the paper, man
+I'm just trying to say it right
+Big radio, tape's slowing down
+Lower the lights go, battery dead
+I got to freeze them 'till they're ice cold
+In the freezer later, I'm staring at the speaker
+Sunk in them 808s deeper, cleaning my sneakers
+With the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
+I let the shoestrings soak in water
+[Outro: Nas & Chrisette Michele]
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, man
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Stays) You know? so I say what I say
+
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) And I say what I say, and I mean it
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) Y'all take it how you want to take it
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) Because if you asking: "Why is Hip Hop dead?"
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) It's a pretty good chance, you the reason it died, man
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) It's a pretty good, chance your lame ass, corny ass
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) Is the reason it died, man
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) You don't give a fuck about it, you don't know nothing about it
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Stays) You want this paper, be a hustler
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) You a hustler, you ain't a rapper, get your paper man
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) You know what I'm saying, but this rap shit is real
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) Bitch, this shit is real: bitch
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) *laughs*
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay)
+(Live)
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay)
+(Live)
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray)
+(Give)
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Stays)
+(Live Hip Hop, Live)
+(Stay)
+(Live Hip Hop, Live)
+(Give Hip Hop, Give)
+(Give Hip Hop, Give)
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay)
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay)
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray)
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Stays)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Never Ends[Verse 1]
+Buckets like Gilligan
+Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan
+Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain
+Got me revealing men
+Quintessential Queensbridge poet back to the grill again
+Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switch styles
+Yet to see any heavyweight make it to this round
+This that pure champion sound, I wear the crizzown
+Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown
+Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down
+Amphibians, reptiles that make that hiss sound
+They eyes change color, their pupils start to slit down
+When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round
+
+[Chorus]
+I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
+Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
+Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends
+B.I.G. shit
+I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
+Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)
+The world's going crazy, this shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya
+Whoever gets love in the hood, he's a freak of nature
+When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream
+"What does he mean?
+Who does he think he is?
+His bank be hid, he hardly out
+He still as hard as he was when he started out"
+We count 'em out, we count 'em in
+Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt
+So around my house with my wiz, lessons I got from my friends
+Do they love me for me or love me for them?
+[Chorus]
+I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
+Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
+The world's out war, the shit never ends
+Everybody packin'
+I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
+Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)
+It never ends, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)
+What will it take to end?
+
+[Verse 3]
+Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest
+I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses
+They hate it before they hear it
+Clear that my perseverance is somethin' they can't bear
+It's become apparently clear
+They fear me, I'm not dying or rather
+Put my ears to the blaring cop siren
+Am I here or in a hot dryer?
+Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' fakespeare, pop rhymin'
+Niggas should stop lyin'
+Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot trying
+To change, but you not risin'?
+When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in'
+Cars, you just started drivin'
+I've been ridin', been made it
+You and your pretend stages
+I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Remember the Times[Nas]
+I think I can remember some...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister
+Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista
+Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her
+Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker
+Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick
+Nasty though, she used to try to eat my excrement
+Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her
+Put hickeys on her stomach
+Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch and screw
+Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume
+That drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude
+Used to put my face in her crotch
+Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched
+Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer
+While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha
+While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker
+
+[Hook]
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes
+Remember the times I fucked a few
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes
+And all the wild things I used to do
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes
+Remember the times I fucked a few
+Remembering the times it was on my mind
+But none of them could touch you
+[Verse 2]
+Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes
+Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction
+Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection
+Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log
+Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind
+Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us
+Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher
+Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa
+The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong
+Under the coat and
+Put a show on just to show me she loved me
+She would undress and wait in zero below weather
+In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive
+Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin'
+Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin
+Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it
+Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets
+Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters
+Long chin, some with funny odors
+Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese
+Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
+And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool
+And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww
+Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas
+Principles are lined up, things prioritized
+See mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown
+It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer
+Are we tempted
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This Bitter Land[Intro: Erykah Badu]
+This bitter land
+Watered with my soul
+The fruit it bears
+Leaves me so cold
+This bitter land
+Does nothing for love
+This bitter land
+Brings pain from above, oh-oh
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks
+The devil is behind me
+In the ghetto where's you'll find me, it's where I stays at
+Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire
+But it never will define me
+Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society
+Tell 'em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology
+Tryna feed my seeds
+Getting high on weed, study my degrees
+Stay fly, getting paper
+With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green
+I'ma lean, taking Percs It’s a bitter Earth
+Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean
+It's a test, life is a test
+Life is like a hood, hard
+Trying not to fall between the cracks
+In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark
+Seems more appealing than the light in the land
+Where you gotta fight
+Catch a body in the night, we need a plan
+To survive, to survive the land
+Survive the storm, when it comes through
+Either you're busy living or busy dying, look what it's come to
+Look what it's come to, so what you're gonna do?
+[Verse 2: Erykah Badu]
+This bitter land is far too real
+This bitter land, it does not heal
+Cause in the land skies are grey
+But we fight the storms that come our way
+A boy who strives to be a man
+Must push to lead with all he can
+Oh, this bitter land
+Oh, bitter land
+Oh, oh, oh, oooh
+This bitter land, can't stop my fight
+This bitter land
+
+[Outro: Nas (Erykah Badu)]
+Look what it's come to
+So what you gonna do?
+What you gonna do?
+(My land)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Getting Married[Intro: Nas + crowd]
+"Picture us married, you and me," what?
+"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
+"I remember the first time, girl you and me . . ."
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+This ain't no sucka-for-love shit
+This ain't no Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit
+First night we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day
+This a thug's wedding day, in love
+Will we make it? Let us pray
+In the limo my niggas, my father, my brothers
+Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted
+Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain't no act though
+Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more
+Yes I'm absolutely sure
+I know that she love me, I know that she faithful
+We spoke on a prenumptial agreement
+Cuz Will and Jada ain't need it
+Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought
+Cuz she deserves cinderella's ball and the whole shit
+But know this
+You fuckin' wit' a slit your throat quick
+Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin
+Well spokin say farewell to broke men or rich ones
+Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it hun
+Headed to the chapel, my niggas laughin, and its baffling
+Cuz just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married
+To who I knew not
+Thought of snatchin Halle up from the dredlock
+Pumpin Sade, my head nod
+Finally I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French
+Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop
+Couldn't wait to blaze that
+Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey, HIV spreadin'
+Everybody bump the same bunnies
+The game, will put niggas in they grave
+Right before they part ways, with the street
+I want a son to greet, every mornin'
+Daughters and more sons tickle my feet
+Wife smilin, tellin me it's time to eat
+I'm getting married
+[Hook: Nas] (3X)
+Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigalo
+It was difficult for me to find the chick I want
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride
+Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side
+That's what the negative one's say
+Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly its this day
+I know the hoes gonna miss me
+Lookin' at ol' photos, sayin' damn he used to twist me
+Start chokin' up since I woke up
+Bachelor party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up
+Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit' his left arm
+Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm
+Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng
+Customized in London by guys who suitup kings
+Girl, you get the rings young, you behave
+Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
+Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi
+Family packed in, My nigga L is crazy tipsy
+Spilled Pepsi on the cuflings, ginger ale got it out
+Walked in the church, chest all big to thug it out
+My girl walked in, glistenin', different stones
+'Bout to go from my fiance' to Mrs. Jones
+That's a union that nobody could touch
+I gotta be cool, wit ur crazy aunts and uncles
+Cuz I love you much, cuz you put up wit' my shit
+Court cases, baby mamas
+I make a honest woman outta you yet
+Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter standin
+Heart poundin out my chest like a canon
+I'm happy, One of my groomsmen, under the music, says don't do it
+But they just jokes, some crew shit, they playin', I'm gleeful
+I'm stayin I'm sayin vowels all true
+Will you take music as your wedded wife? I DO
+Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin to
+I'm getting married
+[Hook]
+
+I'm getting married
+
+[Produced by Chucky Thompson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On the Real[Produced by Marley Marl]
+
+[Sample]
+On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah, finally up in this nigga
+Let's pay homage to Illmatic
+Let's put the crown where it's at 10 years
+Never been done this real by nobody
+[Verse 1]
+To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil
+In the categories of stories I breed my sequel
+You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
+Monkey see, monkey do, shorty sipping sunny dew
+Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom, mad smoky
+Murder trees, cruising gat in the stash so it won't poke me
+Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010
+Don't make no noise cause we dirty, tell 'em hoes hurry in
+We got the room lit up with perfume and mad boom
+And there's video taping blooming asses on the zooming lens
+Rollin on you nondescript niggas, you're marked for death
+Like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggas
+Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
+In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts
+[Interlude]
+That verse is ten years old, nine and half years old
+Street's Disciple, the rebirth comin at you this year baby, it's on baby
+
+[Verse 2]
+To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
+This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
+You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
+He say, she say, I'm 'bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make
+Sipping clear liquor with niggas, that talk sideways
+Listening close, to every word in case they violate
+Up in the projects Apartment 5D
+Spark a lea' it's 'bout the reed, counting everything the block see
+We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
+Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour
+Hold in case we gotta rip niggas, loaded
+Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggas
+From ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand
+Police vans, they missed the summers again
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yeah, power to the people, death to the phonies
+This beast to the mic one two check, y'all fed-e-rallies on me
+And they look like you approachin me like how you, homie?
+The F.B.I. see only one problem, they try to slump me
+After the young black male cause he makes a lot of money
+So hustlers make crack sales cause they deprived and hungry
+My country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies
+While making cake with real golded plate rims on Humvees
+The bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga
+Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders
+I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow
+Motto no stress, smoking less than I did befo'
+You see the kid was broke 'til I spitted vivid expressions
+Of hard living ghetto children, of a lesser God
+Religion was fast women, expensive cars
+Y'all witnessin over 10 years, the best of NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Play On Playa[Produced by Scott Storch]
+
+[Intro]
+Uh, light somethin', stop frontin'
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+How much money's enough? Think maybe like a trillion figures
+Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton sisters
+That'd kill me yo, filthy rich
+My daughter pass it onto the next generation
+Throwing carnations at my tombstone
+In my new home, meet Mom's in my Yves Saint Laurent suit on
+Then we do a dance
+Like my man Luther jam, but my verse came first
+I stole change out her purse, now I wanna dig her up
+Outta the earth, too morbid, lean forward
+Toward a new paragraph, Blue carrots, D-class
+Strictly that kush in the weed bags
+Tryna' figure out what Barry Gordie had put in production
+Studio's smokey now, hard like David Ruffin
+Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh, play on, playa
+
+[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Gotta' get your papes on, play on, playa
+Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters
+Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby
+Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Get your papes on, play on, playa
+Get your papes on, play on, playa
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
+Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy
+But a East Coast thing, my girl's stocking
+Tied up in a knot top of my bean head
+Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digitals
+Servin' fiends to minimal, sixty G's
+No criminal, no mo', just mo' dough
+Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings
+On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus
+‘Cause this big money aroma lingers
+Barber cleans his blade, then they give me a fade
+Hot towel on the face, hot models who vomit
+After they eat so they can stay lightweight
+Swallowin' my protein like an Ovaltine shake
+Come through like Mo Green from Godfather, so clean
+Where I step I 'Clorox it', keep twenty G's
+On both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
+Eighty thou to browse for the nicest price
+But we ain't into buyin' conflict ice
+That's the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil
+True mack fo' you, nappy hair just spinning
+Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending
+Finest females, I just came on and sprayed her
+Got to get your papes on, play on, playa
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Snoop]
+It's kinda hard for a playa like you
+But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue
+What you never do is punk out, what you better do
+Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view
+Better yet, a better crew, praise God, I'm a marry you
+Get ya holy, carry you, bury you, slowly
+Roll me another blunt, stuff it
+Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it
+That man, that game, that thing it busts
+In D-O-Double-G we trust
+Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps
+He creepin' with two TEC's, they sleepin' with two chicks
+Right before we blast, all you heard was two clicks (Bloaw!)
+End of existence, for instance
+Rewind, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it
+Goddamn, D-O-Double-G, cuz, we missed it
+Travel slow, I'm an Indian, but not a Navajo
+I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs
+My hair in two braids, I'm the big chief
+La-da-da, be-da-ba-da…
+Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are?
+The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar
+Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes, you are
+Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas; playa, play onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life is Like a Dice Game (OG)[Intro]
+Yo, yeah
+It's that Queens shit, the real shit
+Illmatic
+It's the N-A-S, yes
+Yo
+
+[Chorus]
+I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
+(What we gonna do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+Maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+
+[Verse]
+One-two
+I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real
+Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield
+Watchin' niggas get rich beside me
+Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat
+But I see me as Hallie Selassie in my kingdom
+Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in
+I need the papes to start clickin'
+Got a connect out in Richmond
+And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in
+It's on, word is bond
+That's my name, big Nas, all wise to civilize
+From the Northern Hemisphere of the earth
+Peace to my seed and thanks for her birth
+Destiny, that's her name
+It's goin' on, you know my name
+Big Nas in the house, y'all, on the freestyle tip
+When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit
+Peace, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street’s Disciple[Nas]
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
+Did a bid, coming home to some grown ass kid
+Crack baby turn to young thug, description might fit you
+Look around it might hit you
+No joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
+Shit comes around faster than you think
+Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
+Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
+Won't see where it's at, or where it's going
+The hood waits for no one
+I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
+Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations
+From wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
+Imagination is what they lack
+It stops niggas from getting stacks
+Feeling trapped on the block with loose cracks
+Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's disciple
+
+[Hook]
+"From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample)
+"Starring out, a young disciple" (Nas Sample)
+"You had that gleam in your eye" (Olu Daru sample)
+Disciple of the projects!
+"From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample)
+"Street's Disciple" (Nas Sample)
+"Disciple of the projects" (Olu Daru sample)
+[Nas]
+Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
+That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
+In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin Tyson
+After watchin him cut up Razor Ruddock
+In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
+Lookin back at it, blowjobs from pretty crack addicts
+Older Gods wantin no static, told some lil' niggas they can have it
+Coke baggin and toe-taggin
+They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
+I think that he was the true +God's Son+ - not Jesus, but fearless
+His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin
+Not to his likin, and say 'Son they bitin you"
+He never got to see my debut, wild-mannered
+But wild with them hammers, niggas frontin couldn't stand it
+Took him off the planet, left us in 9-2
+With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Nas]
+Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knocking
+Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
+Captain Hook to these infants
+It's like my folks is still on the benches
+Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
+1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
+Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
+Rhyming to music all this time
+Fighting 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it
+Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave
+From the block, where the world was forever freezing
+Hell if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
+Fuck these devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them
+Risking my freedom, burners in bubble coats
+Fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
+He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke
+Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
+Babies born in a cycle, future disciples
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Not Going Back[Intro: Nas and Kelis]
+What nigga!? *Gunshots*
+What bitch-ass niggas!? *gunshots*
+What! Babe, babe, start the car!
+*Car engine starts*
+Nasir, come on, let's go!(Bitch-ass niggas!)
+Yeah! Now what? Haha!
+Get in the car now, let's go! Yeah let's go
+*car door closes* Throw it out, let's go!
+Aight, aight, aight, yeah
+But I got 'em. But I got 'em, though
+This is crazy, why didn't you just throw it out of the car?
+This is so stupid, what are you doing?
+Why are we even out here?
+Why are we out here? What's going on?
+This is retarded, yo, we gotta…
+This is crazy. Never again
+You'd throw everything away, for what?
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, my man Kool G Rap told me, "Son, do not look back"
+Chill up in the mansion with a fat glutious max, relax
+When people act, school em' with facts, tell 'em
+At this point in my life I'm all about chillin'
+Ridin' around in something sick and the dress flies
+And twist, homie's hermano just died, I gotta let it ride
+That's what I got the public thinkin', my nigga
+Just ‘cause I ain't in the hood don't mean shit, my nigga
+I know who died before the body dropped
+I know the guns that were used
+How much money the shooter got
+‘Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all
+The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time
+Is all we talk when we talk in New York, y'all
+Who to call and who to stay away from
+Whose mother's address to have just to play it safe, son
+Women they lust up so quick to give 'em up
+What cars and what trucks they drive in
+What towns they spend the most time in when they grindin'
+I found out most of them are cowards
+They hidin' behind reputations that's sour; I'm not going back
+[Chorus: Kelis and Nas]
+The streets keep tryin' to say
+Come back around this way
+I've already gone that way
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!
+Streets keep tryin' to say
+Come back around this way
+I've already gone that way
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+First thing that happen when you make a little paper
+You think the Marriott is livin' in a skyscraper
+Till you come across some even more flyer paper
+Realize that five-star tellies are even greater
+Terry-cloth robes, elegance, movie shit
+Heated-up marble floors with jacuzzis in it
+First-class flights, diamonds in your crucifixes
+All those things, you still ain't really doing shit, kid
+‘Cause in reality, I'll earn my salary
+The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me
+It kinda make me wanna hate bling
+It's a race thing how they sell blacks the bootleg shit
+In fact, real millionaires spend 60 mil on paintings
+Whores charge niggas with raping
+‘Cause we come out doors of Maybach cars
+Watch us make bets on race tracks, smokin' cigars
+So they counter the laws to take what's ours
+'Bout 500K on a lawyer to beat the charge
+So you can't stop us from making a billion dollars
+Instead of going back, I'm buying the projects
+But I'm not going back
+The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back
+[Chorus: Kelis and Nas]
+The streets keep tryin' to say
+Come back around this way
+I've already gone that way
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!
+Streets keep tryin' to say
+Come back around this way
+I've already gone that way
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!
+
+[Break: Nas]
+And of course y'all know what I'm not going back to
+Those no friends of mine… (And I'm not going back to)
+Ten carat gold, no shine… (And I'm never going back to)
+Sony, if they don't have dough to resign…
+(Not going back to)
+Y'all know that I'm not going back to
+Those liars who would… (Not going back to)
+Not help you if they could… (Not going back to)
+Coke on the stove in the hood…
+Y'all should know that I'm not going back
+The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back
+
+[Chorus: Kelis and Nas]
+The streets keep tryin' to say (Ugh)
+Come back around this way
+I've already gone that way (That's right)
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!
+Streets keep tryin' to say (Get off me!)
+Come back around this way (Don't try to pull me down man)
+I've already gone that way (I already did it)
+I won't come back again
+I'm not going back!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Testify[Intro]
+I want to dedicate this song right here
+To Jonathan Jackson and George Jackson
+Peace to those brothers
+I want to shout out my man Sherm the Worm
+Eighty years
+Come home nigga
+Come home, niggas
+.. Ugh
+
+[Verse 1]
+I just burnt my American flag
+And sent three cracker Nazis to hell and I'm sad
+Ugh, I'm loading tips in my Mag'
+To send these redneck bigots some death in a bag
+Choke him out with his confederate flag
+I know these devils are mad
+Little rap fans who live way out in safe suburbia
+Would you stand with me, a United States murdurer?
+
+[Chorus]
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+Huh? Would you testify?
+You buy my songs
+You buy my songs
+But will you ride with me?
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+You understand my struggle
+That's what you claim right?
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+Then get your aim right
+And get your game tight
+[Verse 2]
+Don't buy my songs, y'all don't roll with it
+Coming to concerts singing ho and shit
+Fuck y'all lil' lil' ho bitches
+I don't need y'all, I'll go gold with it
+I heard y'all was downloading it, heh
+Like I'm y'all man who be exposing shit, heh
+Like ah, William Cooper
+Who told you the Pale Horse is the future
+
+[Chorus]
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+Would you testify on some realness like that?
+I think you scared (heh)
+I don't think you prepared
+Yeah
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+You know what I'm asking you?
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+Do we know what I'm asking you? (hahaha)
+Wow...
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+Wow...
+(Testifyyyyy for me)
+(Testifyyyyy for me)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Royalty[Chorus: RaVaughn]
+Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)
+Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)
+Put a crown on your head and remove the chains
+Even diamond chains are for slaves
+Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh
+Don't taste the poison (Poison)
+No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
+'Cause they don't know you're royalty
+But they gon' know when they see us
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+A known fraud once fell on his own sword
+Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad
+His lady's crazy and it bugs me
+Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly
+Less then a week ago
+He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know
+Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone
+Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up
+Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut
+He holdin' his face, he out the door
+She yellin' out the window, "You can stay with that whore"
+Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze
+Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
+Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk
+Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark
+Big nine-seven Benz with the old body
+Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie
+[Chorus: RaVaughn and Nas]
+Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)
+Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)
+Put a crown on your head and remove the chains
+Even diamond chains are for slaves
+Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh
+Don't taste the poison (Poison)
+No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
+'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga)
+But they gon' know when they see us (Yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Football wives, basketball wives
+Mistresses slash more tires with knives
+They lookin' for a dollar
+I'm lookin' for a JoAnne Chesimard to turn to a shotta
+Spot a King of Diamonds, Onyx, one bitch get it off the floor
+Other chick out of her man's pockets
+What kind of shows you be watchin'?
+It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with
+I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds
+Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be
+Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love
+Nothin' like comin' home to grub
+Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss
+The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records
+I need that moral support
+Give me a reason to spoil you more
+Make 'em jealous of who we are
+[Chorus: RaVaughn]
+Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)
+Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)
+Put a crown on your head and remove the chains
+Even diamond chains are for slaves
+Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh
+Don't taste the poison (Poison)
+No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
+'Cause they don't know you're royalty
+But they gon' know when they see us
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Tryna get my niggas legitimate
+Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit
+Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap
+Drunk liquor bit, young black militant
+Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit
+Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip
+Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get
+How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship
+Motivation, so I get off my ass
+I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast
+Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4s
+Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases
+Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far
+Smoke weed, and count paper
+I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar
+Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are
+[Chorus: RaVaughn]
+Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead)
+Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs)
+Put a crown on your head and remove the chains
+Even diamond chains are for slaves
+Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh
+Don't taste the poison (Poison)
+No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
+'Cause they don't know you're royalty
+But they gon' know when they see usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+War[Chorus 1: Keon Bryce]
+There's a war in the streets tonight
+And nobody's really feeling alright
+I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
+I know now that I'm feeling 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
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth as Hall & Oates
+Briefcase, silk ties, slick as them older folks
+Silver fo'-fo', cocked? No
+My chauffeur driver just left some of my colleagues smoking that Cali
+Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window
+Kinda' see my father's features creeping 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 date with my wife, I realize
+I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise
+And I'm walking through it, chaos is all around me
+But God got me, no fear, through the fire, try and stop me
+
+[Chorus 2: Keon Bryce]
+There's a war in the streets tonight
+And all this drama's got me feeling uptight
+I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo
+Cause she's standing on the corner of Linden Boulevard
+Holding our baby in her baby in her arms
+So hold on, your daddy's in sight
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
+For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying
+Planned to be a strong black family
+But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashing
+Newcomer called Verbal Assassin running with
+Nothing but the worst type, worst fight
+When we brought my baby home the first night
+Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib raging
+In my new car bought from entertainment
+Champagne and gaining clout fast, whiplash
+Did this bitch just pass in the club hugged 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
+Squeezing 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
+Checking out my wife's chemistry with my little girl
+It's so amazing, playing, life is so crazy
+I'm grown up and thankful for lessons God gave me
+
+[Chorus 1: Keon Bryce]
+There's a war in the streets tonight
+And nobody's really feeling alright
+I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
+I know now that I'm feeling 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
+[Music changes]
+
+[Outro: Unknown speaker]
+From the day you was born...
+Your daughter Destiny, was one of your destinations...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everybody’s Crazy[Verse 1]
+Peace, peace
+Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
+Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
+D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings
+Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
+Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
+Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
+More knowledge than Webster dictionary, obituary column plus sign 'em
+The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
+The jig is up, gut 'em like fish, Swiss cheese 'em up
+My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
+Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
+But they small as a shanty in a African village
+Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
+Let shottie off in club floors, pellets spray your familia
+You screaming like you love war
+
+[Chorus]
+Everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
+Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
+But everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
+[Verse 2]
+Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass
+You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
+You know blood baths I makes 'em, fake thugs I hate 'em
+8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
+'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying
+No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
+Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
+Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
+Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
+Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
+I'm light year far, your mouth get all white
+When I'm near you I frighten your heart
+I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
+Feel I'm who you 'posed to be real I know it hurts you
+Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
+Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
+
+[Chorus]
+Everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
+Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
+But everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
+[Verse 3]
+Peace, I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
+War cost money and man I got too many spots
+Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
+Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
+Not me, you're not ready I'm low but I be watching
+We all connected so your man know my man
+Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
+Beat cases and now niggas back on the block, what
+Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
+Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
+Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
+Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise
+So we play a mental game, intimidation
+Got pussy niggas getting pressed up on and paying
+I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day and
+Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
+Who ever thinking coming to my vault or the safe
+I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face
+Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
+Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
+
+[Chorus]
+Everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
+Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
+But everybody's crazy
+And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
+Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Art of It[Verse 1: Nas]
+Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga
+Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless
+Mansion, marble foyer
+I can afford a closet in alphabet order
+A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater, Bottega
+British Knights sneaker, my C so ill
+That, man, I get chills when I look at my Christian Diors, they kill
+D is for Dries Van Noten
+Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing
+D cups, tequila and blunts
+Weed, women, and liquor
+Depending on the day is a different mission
+They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on
+The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
+Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up for him
+My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him
+Speaking of G, the gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it
+.44s never could miss him, coming to see us
+Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga
+We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga?
+
+[Chorus: J. Myers]
+Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
+La-la-la
+Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-la
+Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)
+As long as we together (My QB niggas)
+We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-la
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket
+Fuck maintaining, that's lame language
+Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick
+Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum
+And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who clapping
+Nike boot, what I eat him, he like food
+Pulled out the barrel
+Four-fifths rip through bone marrow
+Make his toes spiral the dirt
+While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter
+Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters
+When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask
+They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass
+I breathe deep like Lamaze class
+Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
+Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that
+Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
+
+[Chorus: J. Myers]
+Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
+La-la-la
+Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-la
+Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)
+As long as we together (My QB niggas)
+We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-la
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Look, I don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce
+Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court
+Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy
+Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy
+Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label
+Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man
+I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the table
+I say with all respect my dude
+Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess
+Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go
+Could you imagine Nas the exec?
+The artist on the masters controlling your release
+Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me
+So my product'll be a big commodity
+Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me
+Cautiously I write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef
+I used to open off making fifty G's
+But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze
+My larynx'll serenade the hood
+I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good
+TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt
+Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit
+Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get
+More real nigga shit
+[Chorus: J. Myers]
+Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?
+La-la-la
+Put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-la
+Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas)
+As long as we together (My QB niggas)
+We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah)
+La-la-laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1996 Freestyle[Verse 1: Nas]
+
+What up?
+Escobar season begins
+Repent your sins
+Nine-Six
+Trackmasters
+Check it
+
+Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly
+Pretty thug show no love its like when doves cry
+Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land
+Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin
+Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul
+Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron
+At the airport the Mobb picked me up in a truck
+Jewelry chunky like fuck never scared to get stuck
+So whats the deal Papi?
+Heard the feds could of knocked me
+Had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
+Negotiating, my name holds weight, we motivatin'
+Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan
+The Firm waitin', to get ajourned cause we facing
+Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it
+The white numbin ya toungue
+I bought it from Dominicans
+A suitcase of benjamins swung tight in his fingers
+Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights, grab the white
+Murder everything in site, and jet in the Bimmers
+Now im home with the phone screaner
+Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner
+Checkin my mail reading my supoena
+To the witness standing, I got remanded
+Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it
+Gotta fight my case from the inside
+Niggas telling, I felt it coming when my pockets started swelling
+But thats the game for ya
+Hid a stash to ya lawyers
+Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya'
+Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut
+Million dollar bail what?
+Z put up the house and I was out
+Word the Fuck Up
+Time to get the shit on son
+Tryna trap a nigga
+Incarcerate me yo'
+Check it tho, yo, yo
+Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
+(cross my heart hope to die)
+Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
+Praise the Lord, ive been scarred with hot water
+Days are shorter, next court dates around the corner
+Money ain't the same, shit is outta order
+Since the days of Rich Porter
+Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid
+Now I run up in cribs, body shit, but no women no kids
+In the Bridge where the murderers live
+I used to make a quarter million monthly
+I was ill until they sunk me
+Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots
+Bought a passport off a junkie
+The Firm helped me flee out the country
+Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land
+Chilling with my man Jungle
+The commissioner Stout
+Killa B, what it is nigga firm bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Highly Favored[Verse 1]
+Patient
+My faith is highly favored by the father, love to all
+Rest in peace to Zanu, the barber brought cases
+Celebrate and take us back to thought
+The real New York, death to rapists and rats
+The touch school to Brooklyn stories
+The kings, the lifers, the lords of Queens
+Or the stories on Puerto Rican righteous, I heard things
+Know some people who know people
+Getting money, the broke people claim you owe some people
+It's easy to explain anything to a real liver of life
+Who live where you live and see shit the same
+Gotta watch who you joke with or get checked
+We easily mistake jokes for disrespect
+Where I'm from, it's never over if somebody dies
+Somebody gon' ride, years later, somebody son, double 4-5
+You laid up in ICU, hoping you survive
+Too many stories like this one
+
+[Chorus]
+What's shaking?
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)
+Patience
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to 'yall (Peace to y'all, yeah)
+What's shaking?
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)
+What's shaking?
+What's shaking?
+[Verse 2]
+Uh, yeah
+Some are caricatures, amateur boys
+I'm like a classic pianist with a handful of sores
+Bandages on my finger, still managing chords
+Like a live band, performing in a sand storm
+Blind, but I still hit the right keys
+Swift as a life breeze, dripping
+In fear of God, scented in Diptyque fragrance
+Some nights Creed flavors, I am motivation
+I don't talk on the next man, I am never hating
+This daily bread, holy bread
+Alphabetical numerals, codes of red
+What's more dense, gold or lead?
+What's more expensive?
+The OG said, "No matter what it is, rent it
+And never buy it, it's all temporary possessions
+We don't own nothing on this Earth but our soul and that's the lesson"
+Project apartment parties, rest in peace to Marley
+Try not to get booked by Officer Laverty
+
+[Chorus]
+What's shaking?
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)
+Patience
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to y'all (Peace to y'all, yeah)
+What's shaking?
+My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah)
+What's shaking?
+What's shaking?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Breathe[Chorus]
+In America, you'll never be free
+Middle fingers up, fuck the police
+Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
+Braveheart, still QB's Finest
+Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
+Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe
+Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)
+Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him
+Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!)
+To all my niggas getting money in the streets (yeah)
+Middle fingers up, fuck the police
+Light up my trees, and I just breathe...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim
+Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
+From pot to piss in to high position
+Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle
+'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
+'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge slams a mallet
+And says life I'ma guap, then I cop
+Then I yacht, then I dock
+Island hopping away from nightmare holders
+Or cowboy slingers, who shoot up any club
+To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
+Must be on X or they coked up
+Suggesting I post a, bail, I'm like, "Yes" 'cause we soldiers
+We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime
+I can't afford a new arrest on my folder
+Nigga, breathe...
+[Chorus]
+In America, you'll never be free
+Middle fingers up, fuck the police
+Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
+Braveheart, still QB's Finest
+Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
+Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe
+Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)
+Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him
+Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!)
+To all my niggas getting money in the streets (get money)
+Middle fingers up, fuck the police (fuck 'em)
+Light up my trees, and I just breathe...
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm, fresh out of city housing, ain't have too many options
+Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded
+Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see
+My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
+The high life, the fly life
+Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
+Ice-wear gaudy, since '94 flossy
+The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me
+The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
+As a shorty, to push nothing less than a 740
+With fresh linen, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on
+They sick, mixing they water with Airborne
+[Interlude]
+Oh, they so sick!
+Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that!
+You gotta let it out, stress, ain't good man
+You gotta breathe (breathe...)
+And America, we gotta be free
+
+[Outro]
+Breathe...
+Breathe...
+Breathe...
+Breathe...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Things[Verse 1]
+Get yours nigga
+'Cause I'ma get mine
+In due time
+Everybody gotta shine
+Get yours, I spray nines
+I say this one time
+The last time, I swear to y'all
+I'm from where
+The dope fiends is at
+And killers crawl
+And snitches call police
+On these niggas, and street
+Corners everybody's like
+Smokin' marijuana and
+Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and
+Shootin' niggas, cold blood, just kill 'em, so what
+With the fo' pound go nuts
+Better slow up
+Before you get your ass sewn up
+Nigga never gon' grow up
+Drinkin' the Henny
+But he know he gon' throw up
+Tryin' to make crack sales
+What it look like? Future for a black male
+Don't want to make my momma cry
+On a front page for a homicide
+Fly whips, all I wanted to drive
+Where chicks get blunted and ride
+Do 105 in the fast lane
+And a fast pace, chasin' the papes
+Spendin' chips on big chains
+And the dimes that give brains
+That was a 80's and 90's thing
+Now I'm into big things
+[Chorus]
+Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you
+Now I'm into big things
+Gotta get my life together man
+'Cause now I'm into big things
+Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you
+'Cause now I'm into big things
+Nah, I can't do that shit no more
+Now I'm into big things
+Nah, I can't fuck with you
+I'm into big things
+Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners
+I'm into big things
+Tired of talkin' small talk
+I'm into big things
+I'm into big things
+The big things
+The big things
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I started this
+All I wanted was cars and cribs
+Like other rap artists but
+Do I know where I'm goin' to?
+Can I forget when I came from?
+I be showin' you
+Another style I'ma flow for you
+Can I make somethin' wild
+I can throw for you, flow for you
+Make it bi-coastal
+Take it to heights
+That some of y'all can't come close to?
+Some of y'all
+Want to talk like hoes
+Worse than bitches
+And when y'all niggas see me blow
+Bet it hurt like stitches
+No competition
+I stop and twist 'em
+Hit 'em like a mafia proposition
+I rap and y'all stop and listen
+Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in
+Look up at a nigga, now
+Rocks that glisten
+Can't stop my mission
+Make another LP drop
+I'm hittin' with the new shit, exclusive
+No time to get caught up in a crime
+I ain't have shit to do with
+Used to chase the hoes
+Now I chase the dough
+Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper?
+No!
+[Chorus]
+Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you
+Now I'm into big things (ill)
+Gotta get my life together man (uh huh)
+'Cause now I'm into big things (big things)
+Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you (nah not no more)
+'Cause now I'm into big things (fuck y'all)
+You know I can't do that shit no more (why?)
+Now I'm into big things
+Nah, I can't fuck with you (why?)
+I'm into big things
+Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners (why's that?)
+I'm into big things (uh)
+Tired of talkin' small talk
+I'm into big things
+I'm into big things
+The big things
+The big things
+
+[Verse 3]
+I go past y'all (UH-HUH)
+Y'all got the glass jaw (UH-HUH)
+And when I hit it, admit it
+Y'all on ya ass y'all (UH-HUH)
+We on the same team
+You don't wanna pass the ball
+Chuck and gunnin' for dough
+You want to score
+But you really don't know how to to ball
+I put you on
+It was me that introduced you to wealth
+Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself
+Wanna blow so fast, now do it yourself
+You ain't shit now
+You was so ill, why you never came out?
+Where ya clique now?
+Where you sit now? In the back seat
+Mad 'cause I flip styles and I pack heat
+Make you run laps like a pro athlete
+And I done that
+From my experiences
+I appear relentless
+Take more time
+Just to hear my sentence
+I'ma tell you what's real
+And what could stop you from makin a mil'
+You could prevent this
+When niggas don't see eye to eye to you
+Lie to you
+Wanna get high with you
+Want to eat food off of your labor
+And take food off your table
+'Cause they don't see your vision
+Don't understand your mission
+Is to make history
+While you here
+How long you plan on livin'?
+Not forever
+At least to 140
+Pray for me, I'm tryin' to eat
+Like the niggas who bought
+Motown off Berry Gordy
+Good God
+[Chorus]
+Nigga I'm tired of games
+I'm into big things
+Gotta get my life together man
+'Cause now I'm into big things
+Tired of talkin' small talk
+'Cause now I'm into big things
+I'm into big things
+The big things
+The big things
+Man we already did that
+Now I'm into big things
+No time to get sidetracked
+Now I'm into big things
+Get money now besides that
+Some more big things
+I'm into big things
+The big things
+The big thingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+March Madness (Remix)[Intro: Future]
+Dress it up and make it real for me
+Whatever that fucking means
+
+[Chorus: Future]
+Dirty soda in a styrofoam (yee)
+Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown)
+Dress it up and go to NASA
+200 miles on the dash (woo!)
+And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
+Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
+We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
+'Til these niggas started acting (we did it)
+Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
+Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did)
+We ballin' like the March Madness (let's get it)
+All these cops shootin' niggas, tragic
+I'm the one that's livin' lavish
+Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks
+I didn't wanna fuck the bitch
+The molly made me fuck her even though she average
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+Reflect with radiance
+Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
+Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as
+I'm hip hop baby dad
+And all of y'all my litter, my little kids
+And my label's Mass Appeal
+A blunt, a pill and some liquor
+I get to my hitters, they spray your ass
+Get money fast, R.I.P. the check, smell my kilo breath
+I spit and I freeze you to death
+Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne
+Been had the OG respect
+Pick the city, I knock four of ya' baddest
+16 chillin' with Supreme Magnetic
+Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard
+Now I'm in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
+And we still strapped case you niggas want static
+Still ballin', still mackin'
+Niggas ain't a 100, he 60/40
+We 50/50, that's automatic
+My niggas got open cases
+But niggas got watches and bracelets
+And cee-lo, I never throw aces
+Don't give a fuck about racists
+Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs
+Shout to my niggas who dead
+We got the stripes
+All I got is my real niggas for life
+Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
+[Chorus: Future]
+Dirty soda in a styrofoam (yee)
+Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown)
+Dress it up and go to NASA
+200 miles on the dash (woo!)
+And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
+Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
+We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
+'Til these niggas started acting (we did it)
+Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
+Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did)
+We ballin' like the March Madness (let's get it)
+All these cops shootin' niggas, tragic
+I'm the one that's livin' lavish
+Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks
+I didn't wanna fuck the bitch
+The molly made me fuck her even though she averageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queens Wolf[Verse 1]
+At fourteen tried out for the ball team
+Junior high, they denied me
+I shot bricks that made the backboard scream
+Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they was sniffin' glue
+I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do
+Stole somebody team jacket at practice, slept through my classes
+The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket
+Average student, had illusions of the supernatural
+Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul'
+One night after school and train hoppin' and snatchin' jewels
+I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two
+My hands shook violently
+My eyes took red
+My hair spun in ways
+Bread was the only word I said
+I heard voices in the nights calling, the Benz engine roaring
+Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and niggas ballin'
+I put the .22 on my waist
+The face in the moon had a mean look
+I transformed to the Queens wolf
+
+[Chorus]
+You could hear me growlin' through public housin'
+No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
+A Queens wolf
+Ladies wanna get beside him
+If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
+You could hear me growlin' through public housin'
+No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
+A Queens wolf
+Ladies wanna get beside him
+If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
+[Verse 2]
+Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember
+Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from?
+This is messed up
+What kind of fatal drug am I taking? who laced it?
+Previous night, memories who erased it?
+Wasn't even wasted
+I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it
+Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talkin' 'bout it
+Singin' me praises, said I lit the corners up
+It sounded like Vietnam screamin' out "QBietnam" the loudest
+"Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing
+They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team"
+So that explain the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer
+That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all
+But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit
+Audemars watch, burn a peach Swish', new whip
+Stoli' vodka, club soda with my new chick
+Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit
+
+[Chorus]
+You could hear me growlin' through public housin'
+No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
+A Queens wolf
+Ladies wanna get beside him
+If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
+You could hear me growlin' through public housin'
+No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island
+A Queens wolf
+Ladies wanna get beside him
+If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+God Love Us[Intro]
+Uhh..
+Uh.. speak without thinkin'..
+Speak without speakin'.. huh..
+Feel without reachin', uhh
+That's what it's about
+It's about that, inner, inner love, yaknahmean?
+
+[Chorus]
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
+And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know)
+'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh
+And I know he feel us, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause he be with us in the prisons
+And he takes time to listen, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh
+But he forgive us
+
+[Verse 1]
+He who has ears, let him hear
+And he who has sight, let him see
+He who has life, let him be
+See everything goes through change
+Those who know don't talk
+And those who talk don't know a thing
+Men are born soft and turn tough
+Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
+I've been hurt, I've been marked for death, almost ripped apart
+By the beast but he missed his mark
+Alone in the dark my thoughts had sparked up
+When I saw my body on the floor, from above I watch it all
+Yo it came to me, the pain in me
+Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be
+It strangely seemed, like it was a dream
+But the si-rens had never woke me
+Only reason I'm here now is 'cause God chose me
+And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga
+But God love us hood niggas
+[Chorus]
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
+And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know)
+'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh
+And I know he feel us, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause he be with us in the prisons
+And he takes time to listen, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh
+But he forgive us
+
+[Verse 2]
+Day by day by day I sit back and pray
+My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
+They pass away, they went off the casket way
+My gats will spray, but that won't bring 'em back today
+So long my crimes now gone for eternity
+The team we got left on the set, now turn to me
+Can't speak, tears in my eyes, revenge in my mind
+I ride past the church where they got his body and find
+They takin' him to the hearse to put his body in dirt
+That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt
+Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution
+As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses
+Loadin' clips up, countin' bullets carefully
+For self, though it feels like, he was there for me
+Saw the enemy, I ate him, saw Jakes behind me
+They ain't knock me, it's obvious that God's watchin' me
+[Chorus]
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
+And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know)
+'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh
+And I know he feel us, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause he be with us in the prisons
+And he takes time to listen, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh
+But he forgive us
+
+[Verse 3]
+Jealousy in the hood, felonies in the hood
+Thugs with guns become celebrities in the hood
+Yo it's beef in the hood, smoke trees in the hood
+Little girls have seeds by OGs in the hood
+It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood
+You can choose if you would, coke to sniff
+Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees
+Ex-cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood
+You can starve in the hood
+Your best friends'll fuck your baby moms in the hood
+But it's good in the hood, I was raised in the hood
+Was taught how to walk and duck strays in the hood
+I stays in the hood, got my ways from the hood
+Learned to play ball go to the NBA, in the hood
+There's AIDS (uh), in the hood (WHAT?)
+Our lives are the worst, on top of that, we broke
+That's the main reason why God, love us the most
+[Chorus]
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
+And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know)
+'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh
+And I know he feel us, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause he be with us in the prisons
+And he takes time to listen, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh
+But he forgive us
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
+And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know)
+'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh
+And I know he feel us, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause he be with us in the prisons
+And he takes time to listen, uhh
+God love us hood niggas (I know)
+'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas
+But he forgive us, uhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Film[Intro: Nas]
+I want y'all to see this like film
+C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Lots of fog at night, red brake lights
+The freeway beside a restaurant
+Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
+3 AM, this is a spot frequented by some made men
+I'm high on hemp
+A fly old pimp just walked in, his suit was shark skin
+He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in
+What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness
+Friends to fiends for the audience screams, ridiculous
+Jumped up, paid my tab, got in my Benz and went
+To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends
+Some show love and some are envious
+Some got the heart of gold, some venomous
+At times I wanna go back to being penniless
+Ignorance is bliss, I love being innocent
+Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again
+And all is real so all's worth mentioning
+
+[Hook: Ultra Naté (sampled)]
+If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
+Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with
+Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
+Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
+Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
+Car doors rise with no touch of the handles
+Capiche? Caprese salad’s on beaches and islands
+Far from police sirens at least for a weekend
+Then it's back to the streets creepin
+I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behalf of this nigga speaking
+Add a splash to the Seagrams
+Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening
+As I circle the table like Babe Ruth
+Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
+Bat to the brain with brute force
+Splatter my cream velour suit
+They hit me with lawsuit
+I slip in your whore coupe
+Your bitch hate you, word to Jesus
+Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew
+OGs hate to make way for the new
+Young niggas want Polo ain't fucking with J Crew
+It's safe to say I was once young and innocent
+But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I speak to the street life
+The executive chief types
+The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right
+The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras
+Cuz I barely survived crazy eras
+Honest, always make good on my promise
+I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it
+I was born to this life I didn't invent it
+But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets
+You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs
+Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats
+Either you like beef, or you like to spectate
+Give me gloves, and I'mma do it how the refs say
+We touch em and we come out tussling
+The ghetto is my garden of eden
+So I keep bobbin' and weavin'
+It's intense so I'm hardly breathing
+KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+War Is Necessary[Hook]
+War is necessary, war brings pain
+But war is necessary, war brings peace
+‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+War brings hate (Esco,  let's go let's go let's go!)
+War is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!)
+Get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+My niggas war ready
+
+[Verse 1]
+Staring at the face of my watch, its like a crystal ball
+With the ability to make the issue stall
+I told my man duck, ‘cause I know where the missile fall
+‘Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich or small
+Went to my man's crib who dead and saw his picture fall
+I picked it up, his voice whispered, "Nigga, ball!"
+So I smoke the finest, (85 for the ocean liners?)
+I do it for the have-not's, I'm at spot
+That resembles screen savers on your lap tops
+And niggas can't believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop
+I be in Cameroon, bandanas on silk Dior
+Sip cream liqueur, green and blue FILA velour's suits
+Boss smooth, the only thing I endorse duke
+Stash houses, gamble, I don't sweat a lawsuit
+All true in living God, we was here first
+Parisian linen garb and cashmere shirts
+[Hook]
+War is necessary, war brings pain
+But war is necessary, war brings peace
+‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+War brings hate (Esco,  let's go let's go let's go!)
+'Cause War is necessary, war brings peace
+‘Cause war is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!)
+‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+My niggas war ready
+
+[Verse 2]
+Whose crew was realist? Shot up the movie theaters?
+Times Square '88, whose crew was in it?
+(Photographed was?) sittin' on wood wicker chairs
+40oz in the lap, givin' off wicked stares
+Punch out kings, bustin' pistols in the air
+Hangin' out a Cutlass Supreme window like "Bitch, come here"
+Girls cussing back at us with the fattest asses
+Like, "Who you calling bitch?! Little black bastards!"
+We had to wave the flag, here come they baby dad
+Drug dealers in the crazy Jag looking crazy mad
+They all thought they was sparkle, fucking killer men
+But we was all Black seeds as Fred Williamson
+It was so simple, now I'm reflecting in this gold Enzo
+Face it, my favorite trinket was that Teddy Riley guy bracelet
+So now it's fly shit I'm draped in, customized shit I'm makin'
+[Hook]
+War is necessary, war brings pain
+But war is necessary, war brings peace
+‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+War brings hate (Esco,  let's go let's go let's go!)
+'Cause War is necessary, war brings peace
+‘Cause war is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!)
+‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up
+‘Cause my niggas are war ready
+My niggas war readyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Know My Style[Verse 1]
+Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
+White chain, colored watch on a wrist
+Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
+Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious
+Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
+Clear liquors, y'all niggas are S-E-X
+Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
+Left our brains, straight into a female's estrogen
+She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them
+Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction
+N-A-S, bend 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
+
+[Chorus]
+Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
+Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
+And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
+I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
+Mama shake ya thing
+Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang)
+You put it on and on and on and on
+Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
+[Verse 2]
+Uh, from a boy to a king
+Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings
+I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy, mayne
+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
+Old cats only roll when I'm in the city
+And the dance floor it's 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'
+
+[Chorus]
+Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
+Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
+And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
+I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
+Mama shake ya thing
+Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang)
+You put it on and on and on and on
+Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
+
+[Verse 3]
+Rock Timbs, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
+Her light 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 way outta character
+Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
+Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
+On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
+The army's so thick you can't harm us
+[Chorus]
+Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
+Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
+And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
+I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
+Mama shake ya thing
+Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang)
+You put it on and on and on and on
+Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas songEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Understanding[Intro: AZ]
+Yeah, yeah, check it out
+I see today's mathematics as bein' understanding, you know?
+Understanding is havin' the ability to see things clearly
+For what they are, not what they present theyself to be
+It completes the cipher, you know what I'm sayin'?
+It's also symbolic to the black child, which is the best part
+Ayo, son, represent
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Now, I'm the average nigga in the street life, God
+I try to beat trife odds, ride my L-E through the night fog and park
+It's buddha to be sparked, it's consistent
+The beast smells the L because it travel long distance
+Cruisin' in his Chrysler, pursuin' niggas in my cipher
+Start wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island
+Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin'
+One-two for the gun crew, three drinkin' Cristal and
+I play the side 'cause the words of man kill
+Proverbs buck out my grill, real as Ill Will, peep the steel!
+Nobody move, nobody die, why must I be high?
+Bustin' in trife bitches, touchin' mic switches
+It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Perignon
+Females love the guns I be wearin'
+Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences
+I flow demandin', that's understanding
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+850 tempo, but rugged like a Pinto
+Chop shop hip-hop, burn the block intro
+High priests release voodoo
+Déjà vu on this taboo Illmatic shit and what have you
+Chef cocaine cook, no brainer, I got the proper diction
+My competition bleeds words and weed blurs my vision
+I'm freezin' in time, stop the rhyme
+I'm sober in a stolen Range Rover, much crime
+I, stick up America, Nas in your area
+Disrupt the sound barrier, clowns get pounds of terror
+A full whip for more clips then Clint has in his era
+Dirty Harry, cold, black, the uncanny of Kojak
+A Beretta stickin' up trucks carryin' Amaretto
+Clever to entice 'em, herbs I'm micin' while I'm pricin'
+Niggas like they slaves, best behave, I'm the nice one
+Nas; broken down from Nasir, means protection
+Pop dukes' resurrection, international hoes I'm sexin'
+While you be fuckin' one section
+Question: Does a lonely mic give me an erection? Yes, son
+On a float like The Jetsons, futuristic rappin' mystic
+Bust it, try and diss it while my finger's on the iron biscuit
+I rhyme terrific, sparklin' like the Diamond District
+It's understandingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sometimes I Wonder[Intro: Nas]
+QB, the whole NYC
+We gon' bounce to this
+All my niggas (yeah, yeah)
+All the ladies
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Sometimes I wonder
+Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?
+This game is risky
+If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?
+Dead partners too soon
+All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em
+Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I...
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Top of the world is what I'm aimin' at
+These niggas is flamin' gats at my circle
+I catch you, my first reaction's to hurt you; I'll hit your bird, too
+Two in your scalp, then you out, your thug crew is out
+Blood oozin' out, some servin' caine
+Knowin' nothin' about this murder game
+It's easily told but hard to hear
+When niggas finally find out it's real
+That's when they heart pumps fear
+The real remain, the weak will disappear
+My words are 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
+911 style sits on your mind like chrome
+Let's say your brain's a V12, put it in drive, let it roam
+What color? Might as well make it the same as your dome
+You need your thoughts together means destination is unknown
+As we travel on this road, an infinite path
+I get into this math, drop and get intense for the cash
+Will I be subject to kill? Live my life by the gat?
+Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
+[Hook: Nas]
+Sometimes I wonder
+Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?
+This game is risky
+If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?
+Dead partners too soon
+All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em
+Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I...
+
+[Verse 2: Nature]
+I know a lot of fiends by their first name, livin' in Queens
+A lot of cats gettin' stuck for they chains
+Holdin' dirty guns, the young old dirty ones
+Runnin' wild, nigga, I raise hell above ground
+Live in sin, holdin' rocks, Benjamin Grimm
+Figure once I got knocked, it would end—never that
+They try to tell me I don't love my own
+The thugs know, they ride my zone, like The Cyclone
+Trademark for Coney Isle, yeah, they know me now
+I'm givin' niggas fake hugs, phony smiles
+Stack profits, you know how niggas on the block get
+Try to give you dap just to stare at your pockets
+Crews advance, nothin' new, just the rules of the land
+You couldn't tell if they wolves or lamb (Ha, word)
+You could fight like a few, there's a few that ran
+Or you could feed them and lose your hand
+What you wanna do?
+[Hook: Nas]
+Sometimes I wonder
+Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?
+This game is risky
+If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?
+Dead partners too soon
+All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em
+Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I...
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Blessings be to the ones who left us
+To transcend into spiritual essence, in Allah's arms you restin'
+To Him we pray for my peeps
+Louie Lloyd Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sonny back in the day
+"Get that money, yam," he used to say
+Not only nice with hands but street smarts, he was twice a man
+I try to understand life's deep plot, I think of Weewop
+Shikeisha, they both was mad nice on the rock
+They woulda went pro, but only God, he only knows why not
+Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean
+You come around, he start snappin' on you, makin' a scene
+Kept the lye, cool nigga, warm heart, and stayed fly
+You still alive, I see you in your sister's face
+Are you nearby or lookin' on, just from a distant place?
+My thoroughbreds, Black Ed, quiet but real
+Expect to see your black Jeep come fly over the hill
+In the spirit of Richie Lou, tribute
+Remind the world of the crime that NY pigs do, we miss you
+Never forget you, Harry and Sonia
+Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
+T.J. Black, better known as Killer
+I can't replace you, but in me
+Havoc will always have a brother, my nigga
+My man Will, until we meet again
+You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here
+I hope y'all hear my prayers clear
+[Hook: Nas]
+Sometimes I wonder
+Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?
+This game is risky
+If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?
+Dead partners too soon
+All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em
+Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I...
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Rest in peace to my grandfathers, Papa Charlie...
+(Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?)
+Rest in peace to my man's Horse pops, nam'sayin'? One love
+(If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?)
+Can't forget Nana, my man L.E.S. grandmom, nam'sayin'?
+(All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em)
+They still wit' us, though; I wonder where they at?
+(Sometimes I...) How near, how far?
+Sometimes I wonder (What?)
+Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (Can't go under)
+This game is risky
+If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hold Down the Block[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield]
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+
+[Verse 1: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)]
+Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'
+Salivating at the mouth, South to East Orange
+Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it
+You'll be giving up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it
+For legal fees in the penal dorm
+Screamin' on the horn with 'bout 30 years on your conscience
+I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'
+Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'
+Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence
+(When the block is hot)
+Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates
+Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
+Waves spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition agin'
+(I gotta... when the block is hot)
+I got families I'm feedin', 'cause my mans is bleedin'
+Every five seconds look in all directions
+I come through prepared, I give 'em a call
+"I'm close, bring them guns downstairs"
+[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)]
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down)
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+
+[Verse 2: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)]
+Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder
+Two niggas dead, Tuesday
+Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
+Friday, somebody-gotta-die day
+Saturday, put the gat away
+Chillin' with your chick and a bag of haze
+Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way
+'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
+Most shit start over nothin'
+And get finished quick ‘cause the art of repercussion
+Yeah, I seen it, a G going out indecent (when the block is hot)
+Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
+Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
+Then one-time intervene (I gotta hold...)
+My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die
+But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die
+You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
+But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his 40s
+[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)]
+I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (yeah, word to mother)
+I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation (yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)]
+(I gotta...) Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob
+A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
+Cops steady askin' your man what happened
+First he tell, then he stop, like he not really rattin'
+Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off
+(When the block is hot)
+Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
+The rain hurt niggas' bones who been shot
+Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop
+The streets lie (when the block is hot), so you better be cautious
+Your man'll fry you plus everybody talkin'
+A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in
+Make your own path, be a legend in your skin
+(Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
+Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm flossin'
+Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them
+Queensbridge projects has taught him
+And that's for life, you heard me right, I got the block
+[Outro: Mark B. Mayfield]
+When the block is hot, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
+I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
+I gotta use my imagination to change the situationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stay (Remix)[Refrain]
+
+[Verse 1:Nas]
+Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
+Shout to them niggas
+Family men, bringing home dinners
+Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt your happy home
+Miserable and alone
+Kissable, nice to bone
+She not the type deserving of a throne
+Her beauty is her curse
+She fuck for shoes and a purse
+Make me a movie first
+Can watch you on my phone
+I shop in Barcelona
+I spend some nights in Rome
+Feel like a Knight from England
+That's what I named my son, Knight
+He was born to be one
+That's how my game was won
+White 740 Beamer
+Licked by an angel's tongue
+I'm living dangerous son
+She got a man, a famous one
+Honey be pocket watching, she got a lot of options
+Hard to make up her mind deciding which baller to rock with
+Hot to death, slim pickings but I'm not impressed
+She got the hottest sex
+So I guess I'mma just stay
+[Refrain]
+
+[Verse 2:Nas]
+Even though I don't like you
+Next Friday night can't wait to fight you
+Locked up I would knife you
+Don't fuck with you
+Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
+I felt bad, wait do I got love for you
+I might kill you but do I got love for you
+I want you dead under six feet of soil
+At the same time
+Want you here to witness me while you in misery
+We hate each other but it's love
+What a thug mystery
+Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy
+We enemies but your hatred could never enter me
+Some seek fame cause they need validation
+Some say hating is confused admiration
+Spotlight on me
+I still look twenty
+Still get money, lady killer
+Pushing a Bentley
+Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
+I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to stay
+
+[Verse 1: J. Cole]
+You can drop a “Wet Floor” sign down for the tears
+God and my court date, the two things I fear
+Man, they tryna give a nigga years
+I’m tryna figure if I should even appear
+Or should I escape town? Catch a Greyhound
+Change my name, right – catch a plane flight
+Out the country, let them ma’fuckas hunt me
+Come and catch me if you want me
+Know they’ll lock me if I stay
+But where I’mma run to?
+I got a good girl, we got a son too
+And all we went through, we ain’t see eye-to-eye
+But what you told me way back, you was a ride-or-die
+So if they give me one, or if they give me two
+Or if a nigga gotta sit down and do a few
+Before I go, baby, I gotta know, what would you do?
+Would you find someone new or would you stay?
+Like the hoes when they lay with me?
+Puppy eyes when I go, sayin’ “stay with me”
+Aw, girl, you bad as hell and yet I’d love to
+But see I got a girl I’m really makin’ love to
+Therefore I’m feelin’ a lot more guilty when I rub you
+That’s why I skip all of that kissin’ when I fuck you
+Flush the condom down the toilet then I skate
+I had you, but you can’t have me, I never stay
+[Hook]
+Stay
+
+[Verse 2: J. Cole]
+Ha! Life in a hometown, ‘fore I could take a step
+I’m gettin’ grown now
+And startin’ to notice that I see the same hoes around
+Guess they had to go ‘round, my raps is profound
+I got the flows, but yet a nigga ain’t got no sound
+Copped a beat machine, I’m cookin’ up my own now
+Got my mind on the city where it goes down
+See, if I’mma get to where I’m goin’ then I can’t stay
+Although I love it here
+I’ll be damned if I sit around another year
+Dreamin’ dreams, hopin’ somehow that they just appear
+The hardest part of leavin’ is to know my mother here
+Oh, but I’m comin’ back – oh boy, believe that
+Let’s show the little niggas, boy, you can achieve that
+Got the city on my shoulders, piggy back
+Hello, my name is Cole and I’m here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Another Black Girl Lost[Hook]
+I'm pregnant, don't know who the dad is
+I'm happy, but this shit's the saddest
+I'm maintaining, still keeping my status
+Fuck what you haters say, my ass is still the fattest
+Roll with the baddest, my girls in Gucci glasses
+How could you pass this? Your loss
+But I ain't tripping - I'm still the boss
+I won't be another black girl lost
+Lost, lost, lost, lost, Lost, lost
+I won’t be another black girl lost
+
+[Verse 1]
+Brown and beautiful, black and stunning, light and delicious
+Chocolate colored strawberry kisses and cherry lipstick
+Very mystic, bald stitches her wig
+Kinky curly and dread, goddess gon' grant my wishes
+Tantalizing touches, succulent skin, we should wed
+Start off broke then stay together 'til we make it big
+My queen is english, Sojourner Truth, I could learn from you
+Never Ike Turner you, but look what you turn and do like
+Get out of order, you're not a supporter of my dream
+Rich girl fantasy schemes, a good man she needs
+But she young and she speeding, honey now, what's the reason?
+You just met this nigga, think you owe him a fucking threesome
+So you lustin' to have a baby by a Denver Nugget
+You don't love him, you want security, baby, your bugging
+Financial liberty you're after, it's how you live
+But the blood test shows it's not even his kid
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Chanel bags, everything
+She shopping every time she gets a wedding ring
+This her 3rd marriage, 4 carats
+Brand new Jag, deserves to have it
+Temptation, she can't let go her dirty habits
+Mid 30's, spendin' dough at Magic
+She's dancin', romancin', she's up at Mansion
+She fucks all my mans, and they pop the magnums
+So now what you gonna do, the morning-after pill is way overdue
+'Posed to get married, now you embarassed
+Who does this kid belong to?
+Promiscuous, cuz' she got touched by step-dad, sex at
+Such a young age, if you was a virgin, I'd get mad
+Sick society, blaming yourself so wrong
+I highly respect you, bet that, strong, intelligent
+This song ain't to poke fun of you, to get laughs
+I just love you, really love you
+Here for you, wanna trust you
+Wanna cuff you, be my lady
+But first, I gotta see the baby
+
+[Hook]
+[Outro]
+Ladies, I believe in you
+We gotta stop this craziness out here, though
+We gotta get right
+Because when we both get right, we both take flight
+Us real men need you, for realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Braveheart Party[Intro: Nas]
+Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz...
+Come on man... Let's do this
+It's a Braveheart party y'all
+C'mon
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
+Don't be afraid just take a chance
+Cuz this beat will rock your body
+Get up on the floor and party
+Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do
+Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
+Throw your hands up everybody
+Get up on the floor and party
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I move at night, respect my gangsta
+Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right
+The club is righteous, tight with family
+Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties
+Ladies who's sexually free
+And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty
+Middle fingers up and say "Fuck the world"
+Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl
+And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal
+Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down
+Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out
+Put yo hands up
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
+Don't be afraid just take a chance
+Cuz this beat will rock your body
+Get up on the floor and party
+Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do
+Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
+Throw your hands up everybody
+Get up on the floor and party
+
+[Verse 2: Jungle]
+I pull in a V12 drop all red
+Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg
+Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you
+Show you what your body made for, you're official
+You could be my baby mama lookin like that
+What you drink, champagne or Cognac
+What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana
+Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada
+A nigga like Jungle to always come thru
+Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to
+Cause I'mma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB
+Put'em up...
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
+Don't be afraid just take a chance
+Cuz this beat will rock your body
+Get up on the floor and party
+Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do
+Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
+Throw your hands up everybody
+Get up on the floor and party
+[Post Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Party all night (Party all night)
+Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights)
+Party all night (Whachu wan' do?)
+Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...)
+
+[Verse 3: Wiz]
+I'm blaze, haze for days
+Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid
+Mac out corner I got it's all laid
+Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face
+Now do she want me to touch her?
+Or do she want me to see?
+Fuck is she comin wit me
+A true BHG Wiz, not complex
+Chin checks if it get hectic
+Nigga Braveheart respected
+Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it
+And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case
+I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face
+Throw yo hands up
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
+Don't be afraid just take a chance
+Cuz this beat will rock your body
+Get up on the floor and party
+Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do
+Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
+Throw your hands up everybody
+Get up on the floor and party
+Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance
+Don't be afraid just take a chance
+Cuz this beat will rock your body
+Get up on the floor and party
+Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do
+Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
+Throw your hands up everybody
+Get up on the floor and partyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sekou Story[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen
+They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
+The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as shit
+Remember like yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
+Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
+Bitches let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
+All red Ferrari, Florida where we met at a redlight
+Homeboy bumpin' my old shit
+They wildin' with some freaks from the islands
+Piled in behind him, limosine, Benz
+He shouted, "Nas, roll with us"
+I'm bored so I followed him
+Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
+He put me on to Dawn, nice ass with a set of mean twins
+Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend
+I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
+Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove
+War stories about dudes both of us know
+Never heard drunken words spoken so slow
+A year go by, the nigga was fly
+Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high
+Got a call, he's in N.Y
+Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by
+For a season where he's at
+Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that"
+Next week got a call from his wife
+Said somebody done took son life
+*beat changes*
+She said
+[Nas as Scarlett - repeat 2X]
+"Who gon' hold me down now? Hold me down now
+Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now?
+Who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down?
+Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now"
+
+[Nas as Scarlett]
+Forget about them other dudes, they talkin' to me rude
+Cause I always knew the truth, they hated Sekou
+H2 full of holes, the drove him off the road
+Left him there on Biscayne, clothes stained with his brain
+My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
+Arrangement's a closed casket
+See now a ho has to, maintain with his fake gang
+Sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it
+Look, this kid's Jamaican -- half Hatian, half Asian
+Brag about how the streets needed a changin'
+Son, you the only one a bitch could call
+You remind me of my dude, help me get them all
+
+Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X*
+Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"
+Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X*
+Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Makings of a Perfect Bitch[Hook]
+I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with
+And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
+Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
+There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
+Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
+The makings of a perfect bitch
+
+[Verse 1]
+A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
+I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
+Mad niggas in this one predicament
+You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it
+My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'
+Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing
+So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man
+A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand
+And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
+I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker
+I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
+Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee
+What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
+Say goodbye to the stress
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2]
+I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
+These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better
+Four cycles of blood, child birth first
+Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death
+That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
+Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef
+Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh
+Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
+If she survives she'll be sucking me next
+Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck while she do
+My taxes for the IRS
+So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed
+I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
+Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart
+Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death
+I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
+Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
+Body from Ki Toy Johnson and Kenya Moore in Apple Bottoms
+Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan
+Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit
+Helping me load clips
+Some words from a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
+But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses
+All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
+But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
+Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Disciple[Intro]
+Nas "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?"
+L.E.S. "Prophesy!"
+Nas "Yeah."
+L.E.S. "Prophesy baby!"
+
+[Hook: Nas & L.E.S.]
+Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (Let's go!)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
+Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine, Nas Is Like
+Love Undying, Money's My Bitch in Thugz Mansion
+Thugs dancin' around the fly shit
+Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders
+Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
+Money, jewelry want me then come get me
+Hit me but don't miss me, you history
+Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
+This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
+Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
+Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
+Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
+My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
+Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
+Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
+What the fuck is that, freestyle
+[Hook: Nas & L.E.S.]
+Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (Esco!)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
+Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music
+Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
+And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
+Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
+Get a smack in your face, cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
+Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
+If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
+Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
+When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
+See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer
+Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
+Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
+Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
+While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
+Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
+All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
+Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
+Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
+Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
+Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest
+The realest, HERE IT IS!
+[Hook: Nas & L.E.S.]
+Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (STREET'S!)
+Disciple (Street's!)
+Disciple (Street's!)
+Disciple (Esco!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Good Morning[Intro: Nas (Ron Isley sample)]
+Good morning, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Good morning, the same old jerks goin' to work
+Garbage man pick up the dirt, the birds don't chirp
+There's this nice lady I know, she always speak
+With her two children, headed to the school building
+Then rush home again to lit housin'
+And they are puttin' out the new ceilings
+Cause her shits is leakin'
+Water keep drippin' down, so she beefin'
+Husband keep cheatin', he've been out all-evenin'
+Good morning, police shifts the hood is on-in'
+So they drive around all-day with bench warrants
+Eatin' donuts and sippin' on coffee
+Ooops! Sudden stop, it spills on the walkie-talkie
+"Damn, this nigga is a creep"
+Whispers the police at the Wino in the middle of the street
+With missin' front teeth twistin' blunts deep in the cut
+It's my nigga so I holla what up, niggas good morning
+
+[Chorus: singer (Ron Isley sample)]
+Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah)
+I didn't get a wake-up call from out there
+(Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah)
+So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson
+And only live by God's blessing
+Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah)
+I didn't get a wake-up call from out there
+(Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah)
+So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson
+And only live by God's blessing, good morning
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Good morning, yawnin', dawn is now gone and
+New day, toothpaste brushin' my screwface
+Follow the light, it's just a great feelin'
+And I love life, every minute is pure healin'
+Can't you tell I'm much happy nowadays
+No more child play, livin' life the foul way
+My man just came home speedin'
+Tryin' to catch up with 9 years of no freedom
+The paper say, "They finally caught him"
+He back in, I guess street life got too borin'
+Kind of quiet, half the hood is still sleep
+If you saw the night before you won't believe it's the same street
+Put on my 'lands and, leave the Phantom
+Take the low-whip for a trip up to Pan Pan's
+Scramble egg whites and turkey bacon
+"Ma, pass the hot sauce from out your apron"
+Uh, good morning
+
+[Chorus: singer (Ron Isley sample)]
+Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah)
+I didn't get a wake-up call from out there
+(Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah)
+So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson
+And only live by God's blessing
+Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah)
+I didn't get a wake-up call from out there
+(Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah)
+So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson
+And only live by God's blessing, good morning
+
+[Outro: Ron Isley sample]
+Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah
+Yeah, yeah well, wellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Day Dreamin’, Stay Schemin’[Intro]
+To my niggas
+To my niggas
+What! What!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Looking back in time, when I had on my shine
+I saw you standing there
+I never tried to diss you, you didn't need your pistol
+Why did you have to take it there
+But then again, it was just my imagination
+When my crew told me it was you that was player hating
+Then we had to have that terrible confrontation
+There's nothing I can do to help this situation...
+
+[Hook]
+Stay scheming (ya niggas kill me)
+Niggas wanna get at me
+Stay scheming
+Niggas wanna get at me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Its been awhile since the last time we hung out
+Full of weed, drinking henny until we all passed out
+Stretch bently, Queens clique, pushing mean whips
+And ho I'm with, glad who see she with
+Shorty with the don
+Me and horse switch cars
+Jazz ruff for the six, this is it par
+Thug nigga never thought I get this far
+Who is that icing me from over there in the fog?
+You got the mack god, you got the gat par
+Dam, why they gotta do it to the black god
+Everytime we chilling niggas want to act hard
+My nigga Jungle known to slap a nigga back-ward
+So we chill pay no mind, think about about shit
+I'm for the love of it
+Stubborn niggas always plotting on the brother tip
+Can't even chill cause niggas just
+[Hook]
+Stay scheming
+Niggas wanna get at me
+Stay scheming
+Niggas wanna kidnap me
+
+[Outro]
+But they never do it motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rise & Fall[Intro]
+Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
+
+[Verse 1]
+The transition from a young fool
+Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
+Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule
+It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs
+Made my first LP afforded H-Class, my face gassed
+'94, Sold out in every record store
+Local hood rats who wouldn't speak
+Now I'm who they're checking for
+Shown crazy love, ran up on stage with 80 thugs
+After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs
+Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating
+My single in rotation on every radio station
+Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block
+Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot
+Truly, niggas was fighting over who was closely to me
+Happy with the new representative of QB
+To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it
+With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it
+[Hook Slick Rick & Nas]
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a while
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a while
+[Verse 2]
+Cayman Islands in the winter, summer bus rides to Great Adventure
+I've brung New York back to real rap inventors
+New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
+Infinitis for my girl for giving birth to my queen
+3 g's worth of chronic a week, promoters were mad
+I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street
+Loot declined, eventually so did my shine
+Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying
+You can guess niggas started saying, with all the success
+"Why is your mom still in the projects?" I answered them vexed
+Fuck out my face, pistol in my car, full clip
+I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit
+So called mans would plot on my chips, I was fronting
+Niggas thought I was rich and got mad cause they was pumpin'
+My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket
+Kept the gun the same three-fifth a nigga got bagged with
+[Hook Slick Rick & Nas]
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a while
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a while
+[Verse 3]
+Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space
+Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face
+Rappers I met, hoes on video cassette
+No management, no more good life and no respect
+Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks
+Haunted by the thoughts of second album sophomore jinx
+Where did I fail? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats
+Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest
+From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit
+Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless
+My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap-niggas
+Who snatch babies up to get back figures
+Lessons from heaven, every night I slept with my weapon
+To guard my family for a minute I forgot my profession
+Not from Columbia or Nicaragua
+Don't distribute coke from Antigua, that shipped out to Panama
+Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end
+Far from my life; a kid who made his fame from a pen
+Hit the studio and change the game again
+Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts, triple platinum
+Got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques
+Had to see who I was just to know where I was at
+Saw both sides of the game, all the ups and downs
+This goes out to the future rap kings coming up now
+[Hook Slick Rick & Nas]
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a while
+This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
+(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
+(Mega popular center of attraction)
+I was the main event on the TV for a whileEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Imagine[John Lennon]
+Imagine there's no heaven
+It's easy if you try
+No hell below us
+Above us, only sky
+Imagine all the people
+Living for today
+
+[Rap Verse 1: Nas]
+Imagine we could all get along
+Won't be long
+Til that day comes
+Mothers, stop cookin', take off your aprons
+Father, stop lookin' at every sports station
+Take a second
+And think of every poor nation
+Making weapons
+They can't afford a plate, no proper healthcare
+Over here in Section 8, a lot on welfare
+Yo, the wealthy laugh, the market crash, economy's bad
+How did we change it, newsflash about a power that's dangerous
+How do we escape these brainless acts of terror
+I'd tell you now, if Jesus ever comes, it'll not be better
+Put our hearts in the right place
+Humans of all colors
+We stand up as one race, I promise you, one day
+Imagine that
+[John Lennon]
+Imagine there's no countries
+It isn't hard to do
+Nothing to kill or die for
+And no religion, too
+Imagine all the people
+Living life in peace
+
+[Hook: John Legend]
+You may say I'm a dreamer
+But I'm not the only one
+I hope someday you'll join us
+And the world will be as one
+
+[Rap Verse 2: Pitbull]
+America, the
+Land of the free
+America, the
+Land of opportunity
+America
+What's the point of having a Statue Of Liberty
+If you turnin' refugees, back at sea
+Music was made to move them
+Even the devil he dances
+I got a lot of questions
+And I'm searching for answers
+We taught to believe in religion, but religion's
+The reason the Twin Towers are missin'
+Listen
+That was the past, but maybe now, you realize
+The man above us the only thing
+That keeps us alive
+We breathe the same air
+We bleed the same blood
+Imagine our people treated equal, imagine one love (One love)
+[John Lennon]
+Imagine no possessions
+I wonder if you can
+No need for greed or hunger
+A brotherhood of man
+Imagine all the people
+Sharing all the world
+
+[Repeat Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suicide Bounce[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
+Ay fellas
+I-I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
+Ay ladies
+Put the petroleum jelly on your face
+Ayo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock their ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round
+Get them!
+
+[Verse One: Nas]
+Sitting up drunk, shuffling thoughts
+Got paper but I'm lost
+Losing focus, what a nigga still hustling for?
+My seed is straight, the family's settled
+Idle time get the man in trouble
+When wifey tourin', my life get borin'
+Start to remember all types of torment
+The devil's callin', but I don't answer
+Mom passed from cancer, leaving behind
+Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two nines
+Next to me in the Phantom, who lying?
+Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin
+Dada, trying to stay away from creeps
+With their bullshit, trying to put me back in the streets
+War stories, funerals
+Where Feds be laying, from a dreadful slaying
+Body viewings, at the wake
+Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket
+With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky
+Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci
+I'm above the standard
+But dudes is more zealous than Branford
+Thinking you're too rich, they want to gun ya
+Kidnap ya, cause of they hunger, but you fucking with hunters
+Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips
+Cause real niggas die over dumb shit
+Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips
+Cause real niggas die over dumb shit
+[Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes]
+Fight, fists, dance, sucker
+Suicide, bounce, brother
+Ice, whips, cash, nigga
+Watch your, big, ass, momma
+
+[Verse Two: Nas]
+To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous
+Y'all the antithesis, the opposite
+Twitching shit, all up in your body language
+Mean mugging your bitch, because she leans over
+To look closer, told you: "Y'all sloppy gangsters", saying:
+"Nas is this, and Nas is that"
+Your eyes go front, your eyes go back
+Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at
+It's obvious you don't know how I react
+Like, I don't know where the party's at
+You're foaming at the mouth, losing breath
+Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed
+Because the fact is, y'all don't really want it
+Two to the head, four to the stomach
+Call more security because, I come off
+Anywhere you at, you scary cats
+If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain
+A thousand times harder, than when I first came
+Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb
+And y'all just forgot about the consequences
+Not a jail sentence, but see
+The nigga you feed'll kick it to dude, that kick it to me
+We posess, the recipes for death, because jealousy destroys
+Feed the dog first, watch out for Salmonella poisoning
+I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food
+And say: "That's the way you kill a man
+Avoid the shooting", hey {*echo* x4}
+[Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes]
+Fight, fists, dance, sucker
+Suicide, bounce, brother
+Ice, whips, cash, nigga
+Watch your, big, ass, momma
+
+[Outro: Quan, (Busta Rhymes)]
+You smile, in my face
+Secretly I know, you want my place
+You waiting on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe
+Want to come cut my throat, you want to get rid of me
+But before I let it happen, them guns going to start clapping
+And y'all going to rest in peace, because death is the recipe
+Before I let it happen them guns going to start clappin
+And y'all going to rest in peace, because death is the recipe
+
+(Suicide, bounce, brother) (x4)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+American Way{'Political'}
+
+Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially
+Conscious and political rappers. It seems to be
+A new trend in the Hip-Hop world."
+*DJ scratches sample* {'Nas is a rebel to America!'}3X*
+(Yeah, check it, uh)
+
+[Vers 1: Nas]
+Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
+Beard little longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya
+Drill sergeant, still thorough wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
+Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer
+Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
+Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue?
+I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew
+What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
+You ain't got the ghetto with you
+Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
+Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
+The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect
+Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh
+We ain't got no choices who to choose
+Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices
+And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
+Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick
+Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
+About poor children, then she gotta prove that she
+Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool
+Like these MCs, gotta give 'em the rules
+Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
+Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose
+Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
+On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
+You MCs on that old slavery path
+The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh
+See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
+Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells
+It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
+Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh
+[Hook: Kelis]
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin
+Israeli men conversatin' on ends
+Probably businessmen, I sense good taste
+And they watch us, the spots an expensive place
+Manhattan New York, I'm tryna keep steamin'
+It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening
+This man leans in, his boys laughing
+Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens
+Since all Black women care about is who got dough
+And all we do is call them either bitch or a black ho
+I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold
+Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
+The biggest example in scandal of history
+Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree
+Most women who love Givenchy or Gucci
+Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
+But who are we to blame, not the dames
+It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same
+Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth
+So they deserve the Hermes purse
+Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime
+Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh
+[Hook: Kelis]
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit
+
+[Verse 3: Kelis]
+I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
+I don't care about dying of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
+Who even cares about the president?
+I think we're making a mistake
+I don't care about the hurricane as long as my family's safe
+I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country to bits
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh)
+
+[Kelis]
+Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
+Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh)
+Can we make a change
+You know it's not overnight
+Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
+
+{'Nas is a rebel to America!'}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+You Can’t Kill Me[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all... New York City...
+Tryna to see where I'ma 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
+
+[Verse 1]
+It was just cool like, smooth night with my jewels bright
+Goons left, goons right, coupe with 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, mixing 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 business
+Shit about to go down with some foul niggas
+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, why you callin' me? This our food
+You handle the mouths that it trickles down to
+Niggas want beef, I want some of that cow too
+But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
+Don't bother me with 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?
+[Chorus]
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
+You can't kill me
+
+[Verse 2]
+High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass
+Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
+You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, Balderdash
+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 9's, yo this nigga's asinine
+Smack your mom, relaxed and calm, then mack your mom
+In a casket, you'll get your fashion on
+You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
+You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' with Nas
+Remember anyone can get it at anytime
+Lames'll swear by your name, when they lie
+Get hit with the lone star, ripped where your bones are
+So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-0-1?
+In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
+Merk you wit your 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'
+Niggas try to bring it where I live in
+Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
+So we waited with the Sigs, blat, blat, blat!
+[Chorus]
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
+Niggas always on that bullshit
+Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
+You can't kill me
+
+[Outro]
+You can't kill me
+You can't kill me
+You can't kill meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Album Intro (I Am...)[Intro]
+La la
+La la, la la, la la la la la la la
+La la, la la, la la la la la la la
+
+[Sample 1: Live at the Barbeque]
+Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
+I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
+Stampede the stage
+
+[Sample 2: Halftime]
+Nas, why did you do it
+You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
+
+Check me out y'all
+
+[Sample 3: It Ain't Hard to Tell]
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Sample 4: The World is Yours]
+It's yours
+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 sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged
+Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
+[Sample 5: One Love]
+One what?
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+
+[Sample 6: The Message]
+Fake thug, no love
+You get the slug CB4 Gusto
+Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
+
+[Sample 7: Street Dreams]
+QB since 1933
+Street dreams are made of these
+
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Sample 8: If I Ruled the World]
+Just some thoughts for the mind
+I take a glimpse into time
+Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
+
+If I ruled the world (Imagine that)
+
+[Skit]
+[Horse]: Yo Jungle, how you feel about that Nas shit?
+[Jungle]: Niggas heard that shit, man, the fuck is that, man? Sorry man, y-you gotta play that shit to niggas man, niggas know what the fuck time it is man. (Horse: Okay man) Word man, it's your shit man, it's your time man, fuck all these niggas out man. Word is bond man, we ain't gonna fuck about  none of these motherfuckers man. It's your time man. Word [?]. It's real man. Try to tell these niggas one, two times man. This the motherfucking third time we telling these motherfuckers (Horse: What!?) man. The third time man. And this time gonna be the worse time man. Word is bond man out for the ghetto man, for all the motherfucking corners, all the motherfucking thugs man, real gansters man. Niggas in jail and shit man. Niggas with real-real motherfucking money, niggas with real motherfucking things on their minds man, word is bond man. [?] bitch ass niggas man (Horse: Fucking faggot emcees). Fucking weirdos man, y'all weirdos out there man. Fuck all of y'all niggas. Yeah man y'all niggas can write what y'all want. Suck my motherfucking dick. You're-you're a bitch! What the fuck y'all want, man. Listen to this gangster shit, this is gangster. Real shit! How 'bout that? For the Nas, man. [?] Drugs, man
+[Horse]: Fuck all y'all faggot motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shine On[Produced by Salaam Remi]
+
+[Hook:]
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
+They wanna shine on 'em
+Shine on 'em
+Shine on 'em
+[Verse 1:]
+Yea, they dug me out the soil and the mines of the motherland
+Now I'm displaced, one hand to another hand
+Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'
+Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again
+Yea, guess that's how we got here, slave trade and the diamond trade
+Every childs afraid when his mother and father get sprayed
+Forced in the army, young killer brigade
+Get's a new name, then he gets his nose glued
+Till his mind can't take what he's going through
+Lookin' in the dirt for that ice so blue
+Then the royal family the ice go to
+And this thing has to change, feelin' half ashamed
+As I rap with my platinum chain
+When you shop for me you think about the misery?
+The same way we made apartheid history
+We can do the same way to the conflict ice
+But everybody wanna shine right?
+[Hook:]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+My VVS glimmers on my chest, 200 thou encrusted watch on my wrist
+I wonder how how people starve to death, when God blessed the land that lacks the harvest
+The stones are quality, but their homes are poverty
+And the whole world ignores the robbery
+Bought my girl pretty rocks, but she mad at me
+Tear drop shape, ugh, perfect clarity
+It shocks so many are killed annually
+Cause of greed, lust, and pure vanity
+Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it
+Every holiday season, jewelry stores crowded
+Kids snatched from they homes, mutilated alive
+Husbands separated from wives
+Keep a Jesus Piece to be fly
+But there was a time back in the day when they called that shine
+
+[Hook:]
+
+[Outro:]
+Incomprehensible singingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Mic (Remix){*speaking softly, gradually getting louder*}
+
+Turn my headphones up, it's pure
+Nuttin' gonna stop me now, Stillmatic
+Tye Fyfe remix, you know?
+(I'm here now, we here, it's your world)
+Ill Will y'all
+
+Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
+One person front, my face on the front page
+Only if I had one love, one girl and one crib
+One God to show me how to do things his son did
+Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
+151, one sip'll probably make me flip
+See my name in the hieroglyphs, like Osiris and Isis
+Parables written inside papyruses
+Ackowledge it, we been all tricked time to come out of it
+Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
+Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin' us
+One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
+But my luck, I got up, the cop (shot) again
+Bus stop, glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
+Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in
+Blackin' out as I duck back, forget gettin' hit! {*more sirens*}
+This is my hood I'mma rep, to the death of it
+'til everybody come home, little brothers is grown
+Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
+Sent from the star sun and the moon
+In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
+Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors
+IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO FLY, WITH MIND POWER
+THIS IS WHAT NAS IS 'BOUT, BROTHERS THE TIME IS NOW!
+{*whispering again*}
+Yo, all I need is one mic..
+All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
+All I need is one mic.. all I need
+All I need is one mic.. yeah
+
+{*gradually getting louder*}
+All I need is one cup, one page, and one pen
+One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
+Matter fact maybe more than one
+Look back at all the hatred against me, touch alla them
+Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three (shots)
+From twin (Glocks) there's sixteen a piece, that's thirty-two
+Which means, one of my dunns was holdin 17
+Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
+Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
+Never get caught up, pain'll go through the innocent
+Nothin' is fair, brothers roll up, (shootin') from wheelchairs
+My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air
+I let this all slide for too many years, too many times
+Now I'm strapped with a couple of (macs), too many (nines)
+If y'all people really wit me get busy load up the (semis)
+Do more than just hold it explode the (clip) until you empty
+There's nothin' in our way - they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
+(Lead) flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut
+THAT WE TAKE THESE DUDES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
+CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY PEOPLES THE TIME IS NOW!!
+{*whispering again*}
+All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
+All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin' else in the world
+All I need is one mic.. that's all a (nigga) need to do his thing y'know
+All I need is one mic..
+
+{*starting loud this time, getting quieter*}
+ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'm ONE MAN
+WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
+Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
+Talkin all that slick stuff, while my name is biblical
+Wonder what my secrets is, enemies'll move on you
+Only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
+Too late I'm mad young I'm laughin' cause I'm a cool brother
+Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you brothers
+What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'
+War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'
+Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin' each other
+Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
+You know the block was ill as a youngster
+Every night it was like a, (cop) would get killed body found in the dumpster
+For real a hustler, purchased my Range, people throwin dirt on my name
+Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
+Women left me cause they thought I was finished
+Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
+Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes
+Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
+Swellin' my melon cause none of these brothers real
+Heard they were, tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?
+This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
+You need some soul searchin', the time is now
+All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, (fuck) cash
+All I need is one mic.. (fuck) the cars, the jewelry
+All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+War (Birth Of A Nation)[Intro: Raye]
+Oh yeah-yeah
+Oh-na-na-na, uhm
+
+[Raye]
+Concrete bricks, bullet proof vests
+I'm proud of these walls that I built to defend
+And protect this bold heart
+This bold heart
+But the way you marched into my home
+Not few, big army
+With the weapon on your arm
+Yes, you struck straight with your cold heart
+Your cold heart
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I'm like Nat, I'm like Nat
+I'm a man of God but where is Christ at?
+And even though my name is Nas I am like Nat
+Is this me declaring war? White flags
+I now know why I was even born
+To strike back
+A full moon up in the sky, that's a sign that
+It's time to get my liberation, the perfect configuration
+It's the birth of a nation, midwife black
+Mother father, caucasian
+My blood Indian, native
+So now I'm contemplating being like Nat
+'Bout to show you what I'm made of
+I'm what racists are afraid of
+No mule and the 40 acres
+And despite that
+Watch out for the traitors
+When they say make America great again, do they mean make us all slaves again?
+Don't be sidetracked
+[Hook: Raye]
+Is this you declaring war?
+No, we will never wave the white flag, the white flag
+So you think I'm gonna run now?
+No, the time has come to fight back, to fight back
+This is me declaring war
+This is me declaring war, war
+This is me declaring war, war
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Don't want to be a victim no more
+Depicted as a criminal, especially when you're poor
+Why doesn't the government order capital punishment
+To officers
+Who racial profile and put slugs in us
+Makes me think they want us extinct
+On the brink of insanity
+We screaming for justice, they sending tanks, the man in me
+Demand we protect the family, anarchy
+Ku-Klux-Klan and him demanding he damage me
+So my fantasy is every single one of us
+Come against the evil divide of people, it's common sense
+The fury, I hope the whole world hear me
+No justice, so I became a revolutionary
+No matter if you're red, white, black
+If you want freedom then we're all like Nat
+[Hook: Raye]
+Is this you declaring war?
+No, we will never wave the white flag, the white flag
+So you think I'm gonna run now?
+No, the time has come to fight back, to fight back
+This is me declaring war
+This is me declaring war, war
+This is me declaring war, war
+
+[Outro]
+Dear America, it's time for a better America
+There's a little Nat Turner in every one of us
+No matter if you're red, white, black
+If you want freedom then we're all like Nat
+War, war (war), war, war
+Declare war
+It's time
+Let the spirit of Nat Turner live foreverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Quiet Niggas[Produced by Dame Grease]
+
+[Intro: Nas]
+Where my real niggas at
+There's a lot of real niggas out there
+There's a lot of real niggas everywhere
+That's why you don't fuck with just anybody
+A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin'
+Not botherin' nobody, until one muthafucka fuck with 'em
+And then all hell break loose
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+[Verse 1: Grand Wizard]
+Well known gangstas, entrust, that we bust
+Your heart and soul lies with us, let's see
+Boldly go where we once took a nigga before
+Now the motherfucker beggin' for more
+It's Thorazine
+Standin' here shakin', hatin' the haters, they watchin' my paper
+Realize, a 4-5 will open his eyes
+Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop?
+Nigga standin' there just like a cop
+Braveheart I'm screamin up the block
+Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
+Don't let me get up and show y'all muthafuckas respect
+Plans connect
+The twinklin' diamonds upon my neck
+More Jazz than Hornacek
+I blast, leave your corner wet
+Straight on top of ya
+Spittin' like the Trench Coat Mafia
+In a schoolyard, we make it hard
+What's poppin' y'all?
+We made our change; what's stoppin' y'all?
+They spray y'all names Rest in Peace on the project wall
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+[Verse 2: Horse]
+I wave gang signs at the youth, that's down for the cause
+Sling them things 'til the very end, you better get yours
+Time is runnin' out
+Your streets is gettin' smaller as we speak
+Giuliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep
+I miss the shit out of David Dinkins
+Please free John Gotti
+They kept the black man eatin', not killin' everybody
+Drug wars is real
+You have no friends in the outfield
+Foul balls is death, umpires keep ice grills
+There's no tomorrow, it's the bottom of the 9-9
+Can't die a broke man with a bitch that's fine
+My heart's full of braveness, so who the fuck will want to save this
+Fallen angel from fallen, startin' chaos on this nation
+Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
+You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin'
+Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
+You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin'
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+[Verse 3: Jungle]
+Yo, we here to eat food, my peoples be lethal
+Shots in your body make you see-through
+Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas
+25 to life bid, never cry niggas
+Floss when they up north
+Chest gettin' bigger
+Celebs on the V.I., respect that nigga
+Reggy on the regular, chops it up, like a editor
+Come through one man gang like The Predator
+If your wake, I'll wet it up, Jungle set it up
+The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin' at you
+Air out your area, Queensbridge forever, what
+Ill Will the label
+Bravehearts, y'all scared of us
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+Yo, when those niggas ran, these niggas stayed
+When those niggas switched up and bitched up afraid
+These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge
+Those niggas got jail and sick 'cause we paid
+Don't even rep QB, you ain't got hood stripes
+Looters come through catch you frontin' and it's goodnight
+Know how much force this is
+Jungle, Horse, and Wiz
+Nothin' but horses, kid
+We go to war for this
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid nigga
+Quiet niggas will kill
+Loud niggas talk shit
+Them be the ones who get killed
+It's wild where we walk, kid
+Is you brave nigga
+Is you a slave nigga
+Is you a made nigga
+Or is you a paid niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Some of Us Have Angels[Chorus]
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
+A good nigga, you don't leave tracks
+A hood nigga wantin' G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
+You feel you need that, where the juxs at?
+These are your niggas, creepin' they be leavin' niggas sleep witchu
+Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official
+Sometime they grimy, speakin' on they own people
+They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
+Now these are your bitches, phonin' lonely homie chickens
+All the homies stick 'em, you think you own 'em man, listen
+She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen
+Put a root on you, next week they find you missin'
+Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and
+Tumbled 'til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up
+Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
+Two sides of us, negative and positive
+[Chorus]
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now this is your mom, your good luck charm
+Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you live long
+Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
+In and out of jail, mom's screamin', "God take me!"
+This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
+The man of the house, mom and pops separatin'
+Spittin' image of a gangsta, the way pop walked
+The way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now
+This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies
+Turnin' into the things moms wanted you not to be
+Crime followin' the wrong dudes who have no values
+Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
+This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of
+Niggas around you make threats
+They tell you keep it gangsta, no matter the predicament
+Even though your decision won't help you benefit
+[Chorus]
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now once again this is you, entertainin' your desires
+Bitches, money and guns, aimin' and you fire
+Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin' your seed
+Tryin' to eat? You form material needs
+The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off
+By stickin' up niggas, make them take they jewels off
+His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span
+He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan
+What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers
+And any chance he get, he can take niggas
+He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
+When he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
+You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
+And if I let go I'm dead
+He stepped at my door, the takes motivate my spirit
+An out of body experience, so now I feel it
+Lookin' at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me
+Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary
+I never hate, that's just wasted energy
+The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
+The future - and time only reveals, what fear is
+False expectations, appearin' real
+We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told
+And I will 'til permanently, my eyes are closed
+[Chorus]
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
+Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power)
+Some of us have angels (the power, the glory)
+Some of us have demons (greed, and lust)
+Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Project Roach[Intro: Eban Thomas]
+It is absolutely silly, and unproductive
+To have a funeral for the word "nigga"
+When the actions continue..
+We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters
+Not a funeral for niggers
+Cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*}
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+Uh, yeah..
+Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin', in your sink and your toilet
+I be drinkin' from your spit, anything cause I'm all less
+An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead
+Correction: I got eight legs, climbin' on top yo' plate, bed
+Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food
+Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool
+The ghetto is my land, fool, I'ma never be able to
+Fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath
+Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of
+Your pesticide or RAID cause, in heaven's my Creator
+I love it when the light's off, eatin' from same knives, forks
+From, any man's dinner, see my antennas
+You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make
+If you squash me, learn to live with me
+How much your roach motel costin' you in the city?
+But yo, we everywhere, check your house good, I bet we there!
+Look there!
+[Outro: Eban Thomas]
+Niggers are like roaches - they're never gonna go away
+Learn from them what we should not become
+Cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The G.O.D. (Bonus Disc)[Intro]
+The G-O-D
+Ayo, check it out, it's God's Son
+I know I always give you clowns a little lane to come out
+'Cause I drop every two years, but it's over now, you know? Hah
+
+[Chorus]
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+
+[Bridge]
+Is it because I got the city on smash now
+Oh woe woe
+Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now
+Hey hey hey hey
+[Verse 1]
+In the papers you read that Nas is crazy
+Lost his mind as he leavin' Sony
+The INC got him signed
+It's only a figment of your imagination
+Went to way with New York's Hot radio station
+Lost my patience, had to Zone Out
+Rappers blown out, I have the throne now
+The real shall reign, I feel your pain
+You too R&B, follow me, spell my name
+
+[Chorus]
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+
+[Bridge]
+Is it because I got the city on smash now
+Oh woe woe
+Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now
+Hey hey hey hey
+[Verse 2]
+God's Son across the belly
+Pardon, I'm hardly a bully
+But what y'all done to hip hop is scary
+Nas'll be truly the, last soldier to roll with
+Holdin it down, my proteges are over with now
+A producer like Swizz Beatz, on fire
+So is the control room, soon as my vocals are down
+Nas - God's Son, and y'all my little children
+So bounce with it, if you can pronounce the correct spellin'
+
+[Chorus]
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's me
+The G-O-D S-O-N
+K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
+That's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Y’all At[Intro]
+New Nas... woo!!!
+
+[Chorus]
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(All my niggas gon' ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at?
+(Fuck them other niggas)
+Where them dimes at?Where them dimes at?
+(Word to mother, niggas)
+Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at?
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 pattern in it
+Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
+Pagan holidays are way far from my reality
+Fart 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
+Lot of blood gon' splash in war
+Task force homicide, federalies gon' harass
+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, y'all niggas ain't silencing shit
+Ya bitch been wanna polish the dick, the big Benz
+I'ma model ya chick with Zac Posen, 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, hiding my gun handle
+[Chorus]
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(Just ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(All my niggas gon' ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at?
+(Fuck them other niggas)
+Where them dimes at?Where them dimes at?
+(Word to mother, niggas)
+Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at?
+
+[Verse 2]
+The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya if you stand close to the woofer
+Bet you get sprayed by my lecture
+Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
+Give it up smooth, I ain't begging 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 still 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 questions, y'all know what it is
+[Chorus]
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(Just ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(All my niggas gon' ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at?
+(Fuck them other niggas)
+Where them dimes at? Where them dimes at?
+(Word to mother, niggas)
+Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at?
+
+[Verse 3]
+Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking
+Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
+My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
+Financier, skull do-ragged up
+Mob life, prizefights, plasma TV's or first roll
+Diversified dough in 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 my mommy casket
+Seen more green than St. Patrick, trick
+[Chorus]
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(Just ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+(All my niggas gon' ride with it)
+Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
+Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at?
+(Fuck them other niggas)
+Where them dimes at? Where them dimes at?
+(Word to mother, niggas)
+Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at?
+
+[Outro]
+Just ride with it
+All my niggas gon' ride with it
+Yeah, fuck them other niggas
+Word to mother, niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just Another Day In The Projects[Verse 1: Nas]
+I had a dream I was a gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs
+Makin' sure the cash is correct, then I step
+Investments in stock, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
+Winnin' gun fights with the cops
+Custom-made suits, hands full of ice and gold
+Makin' thousand dollar bets on the dice I rolled
+Girls workin' night patrol, the whore market
+When I walk, niggas is rollin' out the red carpet
+Now, how good could a black man have it?
+Livin' like a king is a habit, I keep a automatic
+The whole crew's life is love above word
+Rumors about the way we make niggas well heard
+Nicknamed the "Killa Clan", soon to kill a man
+If there's still a gram, I shake my left hand
+And not do a minute on the rock
+'Cause if I do a minute on the rock, the jury's gettin' knocked
+About girls I kept braggin'
+'Cause I owned all the runner-ups in every state's beauty pageant
+Inside my Lamborghini, pour you a Martini
+Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me
+I'm livin' in a mansion, hold a nigga's wife for ransom
+I'm like a rich Charles Manson
+A view, backyard, about 40 acres
+You read about me in the papers
+I hit the jackpot every night from all my crack spots
+We attack cops for props
+I got sons with guns, they all done crimes
+They so wild, they even scare my ass sometimes
+Other niggas on the blocks is so corny
+I got my dime, I'm lookin like someone smoke for me
+Bad bitches kissin' my ass
+I got a few mill in the stash with beds made of cash
+But on my head was a price
+I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice look nice
+All of a sudden, I got raided, my crib was invaded
+But the Nas still made it...
+... To the getaway car
+And now my drivin' skills gotta be up to par
+The cops caught the car and sprayed till it was smoked up
+That's when I woke up
+[Hook: Piano hook]
+
+[Jungle]
+Yeah Nas, nigga
+Word life, kid
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The whole thing was a nightmare
+I fell asleep watchin' Scarface, layin' in the chair
+Standin' on the block, it was flooded with cops
+Through the parks was the D's and the Narcs
+Watchin' me walkin' out my building
+Starin' and hawkin' shit, but I as fortunate
+I usually be goin' out with the 9
+Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime...
+... Bag of weed, never cracks, I ain't with that
+I bought Buddha, some Phillies and a Kit-Kat
+Now I'm walkin' back through the drug infested area
+Which was filled with hysteria
+When a cop yelled, "Come here, black"
+I thought to myself, "What part of the game is that?"
+I didn't do no crime for you to be wastin' your time
+With your antagonistic mind
+He said that I was bein' smart and I better run
+He looked like a Klansman with a gun
+So, I started floatin'
+Police in Queensbridge, they don't be jokin'
+I ran up my crib, in the nick of time
+Rolled up a Phillie and stashed the 9
+Police later left, I was outta breath and what not
+Somebody got shot, that why it's hot
+I called my man and told him the adventure
+And later, I meet him at the community center
+I need a six pack of Beck's
+It's Just Another Day in the Projects!
+[Hook: Piano Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reason[Chorus: Emily]
+I see people hating other people
+Tell me what's the reason
+That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
+What's the reason?
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+By the time of age nine I'm already decidin'
+If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
+Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
+By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment
+And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
+Watchin' them older niggas pass pot and they high man
+I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
+Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
+So I would go to school and try to get good grades
+Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids
+So she cussed them, said "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodlum"
+They judged us, thinking that we dumb cause where we come from
+Got a little older and now I see
+Young niggas wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)
+
+[Hook: Emily]
+I see people hating other people
+Tell me what's the reason
+That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
+What's the reason?
+For these wars we're fighting with each other
+Season after season
+When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
+What's the reason?
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave
+She never had it, it's not hers to begin with
+She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners
+Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on
+Ain't had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy's a maid
+Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
+Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him?
+I could imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing
+Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
+Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom?
+Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin'
+But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated
+A man feels he has to conquer all
+The world is his oyster, his pearl so y'all know
+
+[Hook: Emily]
+I can't find no reason why we can't all live in peace
+Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what's the reason
+
+I see people hating other people
+Tell me what's the reason
+When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin'
+What's the reason?
+Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I know a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive
+She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit
+She called the cops cause she hated his mother
+Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover
+How many niggas gon' die this summer?
+I pump life in my music, but still life is a wonder
+There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer
+It's odd, huh? Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife
+He's molestin' his son and she ignores it at night
+Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and kills Betty Shabazz
+In her pad while she slept
+They said Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the world's in a twister
+Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next
+
+[Hook: Emily]
+
+Emily harmonizes as Nas talks:
+"Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole planet, looking for what
+Try to conquer all. So what? To all my niggas with they
+Kids that love they kids, man. All the daddies out there
+To all the niggas that died tryin'a figure out what's what
+Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah
+Ladies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what
+We do. Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and
+Shit. Just man... man."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+96 Freestyle[Cormega](Nas)
+
+Ayo check this out son
+This is my man Nas Escobar
+And I go by the name of Cormega you know
+(you gonna get your self murdered)
+Yo check this out on the real son
+Anybody diss the Firm yo on the real yo
+I'm bringing it to you I ain't even saying the word
+Cause I ain't allowed to say it on the radio
+(any Firm members come out your mouth wrong)
+We keepin' it crazy real son on the real
+(violate the grand you get split in half)
+Son you gonna set it? set it son
+Matter of fact though
+
+[Nas]
+
+I peep you frontin, I was in the Jeep
+Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
+Across the street you was wildin'
+Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
+Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
+I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
+What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
+Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
+So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
+Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
+Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
+Then they came askin me my name, what the ugh
+I got stitched up and went through
+Left the hospital that same night, what
+Got my gat back, time to backtrack
+I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped
+Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
+It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
+That clown cat's through, blazin at his crew
+I can't believe it achieve
+Yo Cormega whatever whatever whatever
+
+[Cormega]
+Pushin' a red lex
+With many screams inside the headsets
+So much beef, police surprised I ain't dead yet
+I keep red tech in the passenger seat
+To match their heat
+It's so real if I don't see you I'm splashing your beep
+It's on the kid
+Whoever gets his first
+It's going to kids dirt
+My soldiers be cold blooded vultures
+And cold blooded
+Yo on the street we control hundreds
+I drink polatas so all my people roll blunted
+Your man froze when I rolled up
+I symbolize death like a cobra
+Attacks your life here it's over
+Black you effed up
+Never should've messed up
+My black cocksucker scared to die tough luck
+You know my steelo im like Al Pacino
+Yo Nas Escobar grab the mic and flex a bar
+[Nas]
+I'm in the black limo
+Jack Daniel through the crack window
+I spot the fake red dot his face like a Hindu
+Grab the symbol
+Show examples to make examples
+Essential amounts you owe to the fam crew
+Firm affiliation paper chasing
+Chip glossy rich pablo es cubano
+Sophisticano
+Yo blazing halos like shadow
+Yo nigga im the castro
+Im coming through on your wack crew
+What you gonna do
+Cormega pick the mic come through
+
+[Cormega]
+
+Ay yo I get mines
+Well enough to be considered big time
+My crew a chosen few legit minds
+Who live prime
+Shorty's on some fly stuff
+Admitted that can't resist mines
+Mahogany complexion
+Body probably dressed in
+My ill tommy hill collection
+When I be flexin', sketch it
+My selection of words are type effective
+When I rhyme words are verbalized remain present
+In mines, I'm like an with air macs nikes on
+Recite nice on mics strike like a python
+My gold chain with ice on lookin' trife on
+My Jacuzzi filled with tight warm relaxed lookin steaming
+Lounging like a falcon on a mountain top at Egypt
+Cats schemin when they see my rocks gleaming
+Mega shine forever rhyme wicked like a demon
+Where my charcoal, new balance a lot yo
+The narcs go knocked my man Marco
+His money was marked yo
+I regulate a sharp flow
+But in my life bucaso
+My mom died when I was five and never left my heart yo
+I symbolize rive alive niggas
+Ghetto's where I live
+Considered my rhyme the oasis
+Because rap was a desert
+And I helped minds escaped it
+Yo Nas link it up it's like an ill typed bracelet
+[Nas]
+
+Fake thug, no love
+You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
+Your luck low
+I didn't know til I was drunk though
+You freak cats get played out
+Get robbed and laid out
+Prostitute turned snitch
+I got the gauge out
+96 ways I made out, Montana way
+The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
+Dipped attache, jumped out the Range
+Empty out the ashtray
+A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
+Red dot plots, thirty-two shots
+Ya'll niggas don't want none of this
+
+[Cormega]
+
+Ayo check it my man Joe Shan is downstairs
+My man Georgie is lounging downstairs
+My man Big Ice he lounging in Queensbridge
+And all you real cats know what time it is
+On the real all you crabs cats know the deal
+On the real all you crabs cats know the deal
+On the real all you crabs cats know the deal
+Now check the new verse
+Check the new verse it's ill
+Yo my millennium got people mind prisoner
+Pain digital wood brain material
+Rims spin sinister
+Grin like John Dillinger
+Iced out medallions my style will keep killin' ya
+Misery and jealousy when you envision me
+I'm getting mines and still livin' on the strength of me
+You never bust nothin' or got ill touched nothin'
+My baby face ice grill I heard something for real
+In any cipher i'll serve em like a viper
+I go for mines like I go for time on Rikers
+Steelo like pacino benzino benz bilo we know
+People we dope like mafiaso like gambino
+Where Sergio Tacchinio took a jab in a casino
+I like sony cause they saw my man keeno
+Can't forget my home girl Faith Newman
+She be boomin'
+My people they representing
+Every percent in
+In my firm team
+We so ill our people burn cream
+Rhymes I design
+Can make your mind turn fiend
+I respect green I breath
+For keepin Queen regulatin'
+Nas be regulatin'
+Smoother type regulations
+Yo Escobar grab the mic just like you flex a car
+You know my style son we in here ye ye
+
+[Nas]
+
+Yo no doubt Cormega get in for the firm biz
+Straight out the bridge peace to my man Havoc
+You know what I'm saying
+I know you going through it right now baby
+Don't wet it though
+You gotta keep it going
+
+[Cormega]
+
+Keep it flowing like that
+Yo and to my man twin yo god bless your life
+Yo my man harry god bless your life
+Yo my man trip god bless you son
+It was an accident, you know it was an accident
+Life is real a lot of trife things be happening
+I love yall kids I love my whole mobb deep fam
+It's real like that you know life has tied me man
+Yo I lived the life of 62 pick ups
+Pumping on corners beat downs and stick ups
+Seeing events in which you have to stay silent
+Murder extortion and all types of violence
+Yo kids living a life ghetto heaven
+Selling cracks getting ready to attack with nines and mac elevens
+You know my style
+You can't stop what knocks me down
+Peace to AZ, Nas, and figure Foxy Brown
+My whole firm team is ill no doubt
+I can't forget the commissioner he's called Steve Stoute
+With the ill benz
+He rocks the ill dimes and ill rims
+You know my steelo
+I'm like Al Pacino
+God bless the life of my man nino
+
+[Nas]
+
+It's sort of like the conclusion to "Color Purple"
+Brothas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in
+Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
+Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick
+Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung
+Where Brothas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue
+It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer
+The violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia
+The cognac plurger plus the trees
+But whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze
+And got enough gold to rock ice in all hype
+Used to be a general but just lost his stripe
+Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers
+Astoria walls with cypress, but yo that's another subject
+I love teks let's get it off
+Yo what up what up
+
+[Cormega]
+
+Yo funkmaster flex you know I got the ill lex
+I wear my guests in apendix
+And cash my cheque in flesh shit
+My man escobar be lighting a weed
+And I proceed with all the ill types of rhymes you need
+I'm not the new jack, or crew rack I'm like the next man
+Cormega, I just got signed to Def Jam
+My man Nas is down with me
+A lot of sucker rappers they can't diss me
+It's like that, you know it's like that
+We'll strike back Queensbridge style
+My mobb deep people is mad foul
+A juvenile delinquent wet your prequit
+I get my money numerous occasions
+It's frequent my man Ike
+Tried to avalanche ice watch
+You know my steelo Al Pacino
+Yo Escobar
+
+[Nas/Cormega]
+Escobar season
+Cormega 4 reason
+We with it what
+I'll stay high triple beamin
+QueensbridgeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Find Ya Wealth[Intro]
+Crime, life, bitches, money
+Time..
+For my Braveheart's.. my Braveheart's
+Uhh, uhh, uhh.. what, what, what?
+One time.. two times..
+
+[Verse 1]
+From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic", to goin' platinum
+Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source
+Nine-one, nine-two, time flew
+Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule
+Younger frame, older state of mind
+Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89
+When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's
+Put it in rap and I gave y'all a way to rhyme
+God guides us, from public assistance to high rises
+Condos, houses where y'all can't find us
+Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up
+My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up
+Took advice from a street legend
+Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent
+Witnessin' niggas' mistakes, visits at niggas' wakes
+'Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate
+
+[Hook]
+Look way deep inside yourself
+Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth
+Once you get it, you gotta live it, then live it!
+Niggas never wanna see you with it, FUCK THEM THO'
+Niggas can't come close enough to touch the dough
+The lifestyle I live is untouchable
+So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
+'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
+[Verse 2]
+Different ways to come out the hood: In cuffs or a casket are crazy
+Or shootin three pointer baskets, or maybe
+It's the rap shit, all type of tactics
+We use to get dough, some choose kickin' in doors
+I asked a reverend, my mother and a best friend
+Less than ten years ago for me to get dough
+What y'all recommend is either dope weed or blow
+'Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot
+Duckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown
+Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains
+Canal Street, just lookin' at rings
+Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked
+How much it cost, Korean man brushin' me off
+For some other big time customer, probably a hustler
+Who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up
+I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker, what?!"
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+To them niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge
+Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood
+Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits
+You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
+You first time in you known for poppin' your toast
+By your third year in, you forgotten by most
+Niggas wife cut them out of they life, niggas don't write
+Friends actin like they don't be gettin' your kites
+It be ill, niggas comin' home and no time, they get killed
+Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards
+In they own backyard or in the park
+One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart
+In the projects, who gon' die next?
+Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cash flow
+Like the niggas know the rats, with some good asshole
+Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin' your 'dro
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Feel me?
+One time, huh, two times, uhh, uhh, uhh
+What, what, what? Uhh, uhh, uhh..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Amongst Kings[Nas]
+First I see a flashin' light, then on my own
+I hear nothin', the smell of fire in brimstone
+I feel hundreds arms grabbin' me, fallin' down the hole
+Is it because there is no Gravity my body leaves my Soul
+Is the Devil mad at me? will I go to Hell?
+Or is it Heaven that awaits me?, is too early to tell
+Is it now that I'm to be judged?
+Will I face thee bright tunnel warm lights?
+Will embrace me before force takes me
+Like I'm movin' through high winds
+See my self in baby carriages, relatives and friends
+Things manifest, kings from every planets rest here
+Beams of light hear the voice of the Nazareth near
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+You 'Amongst Kings' from both far near land
+Made in my image son of God son of man
+You came in the spirit for I am that I am
+Father of all worlds Fallen Angel and the Lamb
+
+[Nas]
+Seen my body layin' down in the ground
+It was painless, didn't feel a thing
+Shots ring felt the anxious to get up and run
+I was atheist, committed Suicide
+I wish I could erase this shit
+I seen a new life before the Christ
+He created night & day, the sun & moon
+From the virgin woman's womb
+We lookin' down at my body, emergency room
+Doctors frownin' at me surgical performs, I'm doomed
+It's my day of judgment, eternal peace & fire
+Far past the stars far past the Orion
+I asked that you forgive father, I was tryin'
+Many thrones in the light but only one's truly shinin'
+[Hook]
+
+[Nas]
+Faster then the blinkin' eye, is the master and I
+Face to face (uh) fightin' my case so we debate (where?)
+Countin' all my sins (ok), where do we begin
+When I stabbed the man in the train station or drunk gin
+When I grabbed the man let the shells hit him from the Mac 10
+It was all retaliation, (from what?) from way back then
+Now I got the black Benz (and) trips from Aspen (and)
+Disney World for my little girl and I'm askin'
+You would recognize all the good deeds I'm worth (Dear God)
+Send me on a trip God please the Earth
+So I can deliver thou want it, stop playin'
+He gave me life, I screamed out loud that "I Am..."
+(Nas... Nastradamus)
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+And I saw another mighty angel come down from Heaven (I Am)
+Clothe wit the cloud (Nastradamus)
+And the rainbow was upon his head as a Crown (I Am)
+And his face was lit as were the Sun (I Am)
+And his feet as pillars of fire (Nastradamus)
+And his name was Nastradamus (I Am)
+(I Am Nastradamus)
+Nas...
+Nas...
+Nas...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Worst Enemy[Intro: Nas]
+Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard
+Yea, journey to the life, just journey
+
+[Verse One: Nas]
+I'm the nigga that ain't loud
+Throw C-low, never ace out
+Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds
+The observer, money and murder the hood praise it
+I was raised in it, early age
+Was presented with the ultimatum
+Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games
+Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out
+Brains numb out, guns out
+I was smart high hopes in my heart
+But dope cartels would emerge
+Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin'
+'Til their lungs don't work
+Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth
+With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT"
+My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth
+Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit
+My eyes are the window of my soul
+My niggas let the Indo roll
+Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old
+That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg
+We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause
+All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit
+I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick
+He only think about lettin' his Mac spit
+He like fuck who he hit
+Me it bothers, cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless
+If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets
+So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em
+We already lost niggas by how we was movin'
+We still livin', but our lives need much improvin'
+I think I'm gonna lose 'em
+[Hook: Nas]
+I was blind in this world
+All I thought about was diamonds and pearls
+I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl
+Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib
+Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live
+It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror
+Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind
+Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be
+In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me
+
+[Verse Two: Nas]
+Feelin' like I got the dons clout
+Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray up your moms spot
+I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols
+Bring machines, icy bell buckles, ten guns, M-1'S with ice muzzles
+Life's a struggle, get your wifey touch too, everybody involved
+Homicide, doctors patchin' up your war scars
+Task Force chargin' at us, news flash, thug crews blast at officers
+Coroners pick you up from the grass
+Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest
+I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec
+Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax
+It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max
+Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me
+I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy
+That don't mean nigga's stupid
+But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses
+Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed
+Planted in this ghetto, where my niggas can't read
+Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks
+Now what y'all know about that
+One side of me wanted out of this life
+Glue traps on the floor for the mice
+'Til the nigga saw the light
+I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it
+I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen
+All of the drama in my life I got my self into
+All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental
+I let these niggas words get to me
+But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley
+It's the end of the century
+I recognized the world is a beautiful place
+Niggas opinions ruinin' my musical taste
+Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail
+If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail
+I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt
+And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self
+Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self...
+[Hook: Nas]
+I was blind to the world
+All I thought about was diamonds and pearls
+I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl
+Nappin' his kids, ransack, run through his rib
+Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live
+It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror
+Cause all this time, it was a fragment in my mind
+Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be
+In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One on One[Verse 1]
+In the Rotten Apple, take a bite, taste the worm
+Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
+Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
+I keep my mug blessed,the evil is illegal substance sold
+Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
+MAC-11's in Legends, cracks in the streets
+Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
+Never sober, takin' over, my blood is colder
+Niggas respect violence so I become it
+I'm from it, I even done it blunted, so run it
+
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, son, you know what this is
+Take it off, [come on, dunn
+Don't even come at me like that]
+[Dunn, come on, dunn]
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, imagine this: no guns, no knife
+It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
+Imagine this: no gun, no knife
+It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah
+Yeah, imagine that, no gun, no knife
+It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah
+Yeah, imagine this: no gun, no knife
+It's a one on one, son…
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, I'm a cream fiend with a mean dream
+Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin' fresh out the greens
+Give you what you never seen, the infs on the MAC-10
+It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
+Try hard and die hard
+Chances of survivin' the game is like tryin' to feed Allah lard
+I walk at piece with a deadly shadow
+They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul, no sorrow
+I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in the thinker, dome
+Make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
+Mid-State wants me, suave fellow but raunchy
+The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
+But only to shed tears for years
+Too wild for my own self, hopin' help is near
+Street fightin' was cool, but in school I brought a new tool
+Duelin' with the devil, a rebel, a fool
+
+[Chorus]
+Imagine this: no guns, no knife
+Just a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
+Imagine this: no gun, no knife
+Just a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah
+Imagine that, no gun, no knife
+It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah
+Imagine this: no gun, no knife
+It's a one on one, son…
+Yeah, take it to the bridge – Queensbridge
+[Interlude]
+Yo, whassup money? [Yo yo, do you remember this face?]
+[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
+*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]
+[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
+Marked money I keep, play the benches all week
+I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
+Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
+Sippin' 80 proof, watchin' Juice, but hold up
+I see some brothers tryin' to roll up, wishin' I could fold up
+It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
+Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me – I'm out
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah yeah, kid, don't front
+360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
+That's how it comes back at you
+Queensbridge, that's how we live
+South side, all that
+New York, light it up, light it up
+Yo yo, you saw how I snuffed that kid?
+Yeah, I saw that, I saw that
+Ain't no half  steppin' out here
+That's how we do out here in the street fight!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Less Than an Hour[Cee-Lo (Nas)]
+La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..
+(Uh-oh, yeah)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Mr. International, the man centerfold, women loathe
+Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls
+Craftiness, take a stab at it
+Don't ask if Nasty's back at it
+I don't run out of magic
+Popular, box-cutter flow
+Time is money; the watch cost dough
+Shakin' the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies
+The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life
+The money, hotties on each arm - It's on
+I party like a rap star, baby, the facts are
+The third time's a charm
+So, meet me by the Eiffel Tower
+Bring a bottle of Dom
+
+[Cee-Lo]
+I am here (I am here)
+This is the place (This is the place)
+The atmosphere of espionage at expensive taste
+And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face
+So, I guess I'll just cut straight to the chase
+And before I could say the name of who've I came to see
+Someone suspicion then came to me
+I'm so close and I've come so far
+A glass of red wine sent from the woman at the end of the bar
+I love to talk to you; but I don't have the time
+She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime
+Ohh, if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower
+But darling I have Less Than an Hour
+(I.... have Less Than an Hour)
+(I.... have Less Than an Hour)
+Hmmmm... Ohhhh... funny how time flies when you're having fun
+(Nas: Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done
+[Verse 2]
+You're on a winnin' streak
+You've survived the killer streets
+Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet
+Number seven might get you to Heaven
+You break the bank, just might make you a legend
+It's after eleven, you playin' against a poker face
+Genie eyes, light green, sippin' on Bellini's
+You play your cards right, she'll let you touch
+She'll be a devil in disguise; lady incubus
+Better know who to trust
+She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs
+I'mma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em
+The crews do somethin' new, inform me
+
+[Cee-Lo]
+(I.... have Less Than an Hour)
+Ohhh... time will wait baby
+(I.... have Less Than an Hour)
+Ew-ohhh.... ewwwwwwwww.... hmmmmm..
+I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power
+And I only have an hourEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Prediction[Rich Nice]
+What's happening brothers and sisters?
+Welcome to our time
+
+[Jessica Care Moore]
+Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
+Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
+Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
+Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
+Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsing
+Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blasting
+As the Earth rebels my womb swells
+The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
+You can't find if you ain't never had it
+Spiritually crafted black-listed hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
+Power-shifting comb-fisting I predict Goddesses you running after witches
+I kiss my fourteen stitches
+Keep all my baby girl wishes
+I predict all the oceans turn dry
+Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
+We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
+Wash your face between our legs
+While recreating humanity, we will summon yemanja
+Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
+Ban all pink and yellow pills
+I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
+Hate groups will be bombed
+Childbirth becomes outlawed
+Always will be branded numbered and logged
+All paper money is gone
+Confused scholars can't interpret our scrolls
+Your sky has holes
+We know the young is old
+Nastradamus tell us how the story gets toldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show on WKCR October 28, 1993[Nas]
+Aiyo, this is big Nas
+I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
+From Gang Starr, no doubt
+Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew (Foundation)
+Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
+Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
+My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
+Tragedy, MC Shan and the whole crew, you know how that go
+Marley Marl, and my man Big Bo locked up in the piece
+And my man Drawz, you know
+(Big Mayo chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
+
+[Bobbito]
+The, the mic is open, yo
+On the Stretch Armstrong showw, hosted by Bobbitooooooo
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+How should I start this?
+How should I begin, to sin?
+Grab the microphone and my rhymes'll win
+Wheel of Fortune, spin, around
+Check it out, I'm not a rap clown
+Get smacked down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
+Hit you with the nick plate chrome
+Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
+Off the top of my head, yo, I'm a blunt head
+Police... Police want a nigga dead
+But I'm not goin' out like that, black
+I kick the actual facts in solar
+Cold as a Polar Bear, I swear, word to Will
+But I'mma chill, rhymes'll kill
+Niggas know the style when I freak the profile
+Asiatic Child, yo
+Grand Wizard on the side of me
+Get on the mic and bless the M-I-C
+[Grand Wizard]
+Ayio, but I'mma pass it off to my man Six-Nine
+Kick it one time
+
+[Verse 2: Six-Nine]
+Hey, yo, Six-Nine a true to life nigga
+Yo, my style is iller, iller than Halle Berry's figure
+Niggas don't fuck with the Six-Niner
+Shorty, watch your mouth, I smack you back in your vagina
+Here's the reefer, crack the Sunrise Tequila
+Kill the Margarita, here's a 50, get some more cheeba
+The ghetto trooper, so spark up the Bu-Buddha
+My thoughts'll stay nasty like the underground sewers
+To be the man, you gotta beat the man
+It ain't nothin' startin' over here but nothin' mark my Timberlands
+You want static? Let's have it
+Niggas who flow like the Atlantic will sink like the Titanic
+Since birth, I was thinkin' too fast
+My first beef was with the doctor when he smacked me on my ass
+The trigger man, I'm crazy like Sam
+My skill's so ill like a white chick with a suntan
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Check it out now
+One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
+Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
+I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
+My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
+Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
+A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
+Here's my basis: my razor embraces many faces
+Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
+Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 I let blow
+And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
+My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
+I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
+Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
+Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
+My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
+I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
+Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
+But, chill! Bless the microphone and say peace
+So, Sudan, take the microphone in your hand
+Kick the flim flam
+[Sudan]
+So, check it out
+I'm gonna give a strong shout-out, this is to my man Will
+A little somethin' I done wrote up for my man Will
+It goes somethin' like this, it's called Rock-a-bye Homeboy
+Check it out
+
+[Verse 4: Sudan]
+Queensbridge, when will the drama ever cease?
+I'd like to say peace, Willie, and rest in peace
+A cool brother who's all about justice
+I still can't understand how he left us
+Well... he's gone and life goes on, you know
+We had a crew, but one by one we go
+Memories of his face that was full of joy
+Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye homeboy
+Reminiscin' with the brothers standin' on the block
+Never talked a lot, never was a big shot
+It's so hard to say goodbye, a sad song
+And damn, I can't believe my man's gone
+Diggin' back in the days when we used to laugh
+Now its a memory that's haunted from the past
+Poor Willy, its a shame how the ghetto got him
+And word is bond - I wanna cry when I think about him
+Three bullets to his back on his own block
+Not a way to go, killed by the buckshot
+Queensbridge, wake and up and smell the air
+And stop killin' like a villain, like you don't care
+Remember Willie and the times we had with joy?
+Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye Homeboy
+Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye Homeboy
+Quensbridge style!
+Rock-a, Rock-a bye
+[Verse 5: Jungle]
+My skills are ill like the prez with a plan
+My brothers run from Sudan then the Ku-Klux-Klan
+Like a kamikaze, Saddam Hussein then won
+Feel the buns of a nun, put tricks for funds and chill (Wooo-ooooh)
+I spill a verse so you can understand
+I kill rappers off quicker than a motherfuckin' Mic Man
+And when it comes to a battle, I stand out tall
+Like the man who played the man on The White Shadow
+
+One two, one two
+
+[Nas]
+What you gonna do when the flavour's comin' after you?
+Grand Wizard, take my side
+Grab the microphone and I'mma rock it up like...
+
+[Verse 6: Nas]
+To my man Jungle, dwellin' in the jungle
+Where must we go? Where must we wander?
+Deep out the skies come the MC Nas
+Not to surprise, but to civilize
+All the dumb men wanderin' around the streets
+Listenin' to a nigga rappin' on fly beats
+I just kick the mad Phillie style
+Get buckwild 'cause you know my style
+I could run a word, kick it to a herd
+Make 'em turn into a rich man, increase the plan
+The master plan, yo, I'm buggin' out
+'Cause the weed got me buggin', plus the Guinness Stout
+Grand Wizard, yo, you my physical
+Why don't you mic the make, make the microphone miserable?
+
+[Verse 7: Grand Wizard]
+It's the G, the G, the G, the G, the Wiz
+You know that our culture's gone get theirs
+I got my man Nasty on the side of me
+My man Six-Nine, you know we're not hidin', G
+I am the man that'll break it down
+I'll break it all down 'cause I got the sound
+I got Queensbridge backin' me
+The Tec and everythin', I'm comin' strapped, G
+It's like that, check it out, uh huh
+
+[Verse 8: Nas]
+Yo, check it out, y'all
+Money and murder, money and murder
+The sick shit you heard comin' from my motherfuckin', my swerve
+The words are poetic
+I sound energetic when I'm blunted or Moët'd
+My microphone's upsetted 'cause I'm crazy
+Now you know, never lazy
+Yo, I'm gonna get all the cash I can
+Don't give a fuck if I gotta shoot a policeman
+Pluckin' a church and snatch a fuckin'...
+Nah, can't be flippin' like that
+'Cause you niggas try to jock the style
+But I left that shit to get the new shit to flow like the Nile
+Now you can't catch up, G
+'Cause I got the new styles on the M-I-C
+I keep gettin' newer, can't step to a
+Nigga from the Bridge, so, you keep that shit
+And I'mma flip the script next year
+And my real name is Nasir
+Can't spell it 'cause I say it too clear
+The alphabets are not enough words or letters to use
+When it comes to mics, I bruise
+I just go with the magical mystic flow
+Niggas don't know, that's word to the man Bo
+I get Illmatic with the style that's insane
+Comin' out a fuckin' murderer's brain
+Grand Wizard, please take this mic from me
+Before I bug the fuck out and wind up D-A-E-D
+Wait, D-E-A-D, I'm buggin', fuck that shit
+
+[Various shout-outs]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nas’ TattoosA body map of Nas's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left
+Neck
+Nasir
+Right Arm
+Cross
+Destiny
+Left Arm
+Cross
+Rip Ill Will
+Left Chest
+Braveheart
+Stomach
+God's Son
+Malcolm X
+Back
+Scarub
+
+Removed
+KelisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life is Like a Dice Game[Intro: Nas]
+Yo, yeah
+It's that— (Hit-Boy)
+It's that—
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+It's the N-A-S, yes
+
+[Chorus: Nas & Cordae]
+I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
+(What we gonna do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+To maintain in the p— check me out, listen, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Cordae]
+Life's a gamble, although the stakеs are heightenеd, I can handle
+Any darkness that tries to penetrate, my light is ample
+Set the right example, my dark dreams are divine
+I live life on this earth to complete what's assigned
+My mission given, I was birthed the same year as It Was Written
+I been fast to intermittent to strengthen my intuition
+But fuck, and sometimes, shit, you run out of luck
+But how my dice roll from Domino's to Mastro's
+To completin' life goals? My price rolls
+As soon as I decided to never ever be misguided
+I know niggas that's indicted from the shit they confided
+With they best friends until they seen the paper we're writin'
+Life's a bitch, disconnection is the price of bliss
+Though elation often leaves the paths of righteousness
+I confess, a nigga woke up feeling blessed
+No stress with the freedom to express but you was dead
+[Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs]
+I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm bout to do today?
+(What I'm bout to do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way-ay
+To maintain the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+Hey hey hey, life is like a dice game (Yeah, yeah)
+Hey hey, hey hey hey hey (You know what I'm sayin'?)
+
+[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
+You know what I'm sayin', life is like a—
+You know what I'm sayin', a dice game
+But, you know I'm sayin'
+I, you know I don't gamble, you dig what I'm sayin'?
+I'd rather spend my money on stuff, you know
+That-that-that-that pleasures me, my pleasure, you know?
+
+[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Nigga we started out, hundred fifty dime bags in mama's house
+Makin' five hundred a week, thinkin' bout dropping out
+Sold dope in front of my brother, but he a doctor now
+Fuck this weed shit, grand show me just what that rock about (Skrrt)
+Whip gang, I got a thing for cooking crack mane
+Fuckin' off a double and scribbles, I make it back mane
+Feds with the IRS on me, they sent the tax mane
+Streets code, ain't nothing cutthroat like the rap game (The rap game)
+Do you wanna be in it, wanna be sinnin'?
+Fuck niggas façade wanna be winnin'
+I said fuck being famous from the beginning
+Big Rabbit, Instagram wanna ban me for posting pictures
+[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs & Nas]
+So I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm gonna do today?
+(Do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way
+To keep changing the price of cane, life is like a dice game
+I wake up, hit the collar, think of getting something new today (Something new today)
+Paint the Aston Martin blue today
+These niggas trippin' so I ride with that thing, life is like a dice game
+I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
+(What we gonna do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real
+Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield
+Watchin' niggas get rich beside me
+Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat
+But I see me as Haile Selassie in my kingdom
+Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in
+I need the papes to start clickin', got a connect out in Richmond
+And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in
+It's on, word is bond
+That's my name, Big Nas, all-wise to civilize
+From the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth
+Peace to my son and thanks to the birth of Destiny, that's her name
+It's goin' on, you know my name
+Big Nas in the house y'all, on the freestyle tip
+When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit
+This original recording hit the street 'round '93
+Was just a leak, the verse was incomplete, reconstructed the beat
+So we can fuck up the street
+Back to the future, patch up the bloopers
+Match up the cadence with the back in the day shit
+A blast when Nasty Nas was savvier, don't act surprised
+This ain't for advertise or showing off, I blast for mine
+Life is a dice roll, there's money on the ground
+What's gon' happen is gon' happen is a gamble all around
+[Chorus: Nas, Freddie Gibbs & Both]
+I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
+(What we gonna do today?)
+There's gotta be a better way
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game (Yeah)
+To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
+Life is like a dice gameEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Proclamation (Nigger Hatred)[Intro 1: Malcolm X sample]
+The white power structure of today is just as much interested in perpetuating slavery
+As the white power structure was 100 years ago
+Only now they use modern methods of doing so
+And, uh…
+
+[Intro 2: Paul Mooney sample]
+White folks made up nigga and don't want me to say it
+Ain't that a bitch?
+You made it up, you shouldn't have made it up!
+You done fucked up, you shouldn't have made up nigga
+And you made up a song to go with it
+Please don't make me sing the song
+Eenie meenie minie
+You know the god damn song I'm talking about
+And you change the words when you see black folks
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+This is my opening scripture - I've been preparing this album
+My whole life, might be uncomfortable for most you listeners
+Satan's bombarding me with propositions, but I decline
+I started in the Bridge without a pot to piss in
+I overcame all the opposition
+My teachers told that I'd a broken mayne on a cot in prison
+Cloaked in the finest drapes, not Bathing Apes
+But we still filthy, Supreme Court say we still guilty
+This is the Genesis, and I don't even see a worthy arch nemesis
+I get loose like the Jena Six, they put a noose on 'Pac
+Now I'm defending Vick, and free that nigga T.I.P
+I'd take the grave or a bid
+Then let some dirty clan members run up in my crib
+And plant cracks on the man that's going to church
+Plants packs on the man that's going to work
+And build cases, meanwhile they daddies and they brothers
+Is recruiting all my brothers and cousins to fill bases
+The nerve of y'all to call Escobar a racist
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga hatredEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rest of My Life[Chorus: Amerie]
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh)
+The rest of my life
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Life: dead presidents, devilish men
+Overthrow king from they thrones cause of their negligence
+Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
+Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
+Kind of undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
+Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
+Heathens, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons
+But glory go to God, y'all beneath him
+If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
+He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
+Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
+Blocka-blocka-blocka—oh
+The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
+Everything a hood brother think he needs—yo
+You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap
+And I'mma use that for the—
+
+[Chorus: Amerie]
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
+So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast
+In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
+Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
+Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who gel
+They burnt a range with a Molotov cokctail
+My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover
+Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
+I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
+Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
+Word to his pops with elephant veins
+They both locked-up still, word to Will
+I'll make it and chill for the—
+
+[Chorus: Amerie]
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+My man gave his mommy coke
+So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke
+Damn, nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
+So she don't have to bone for dimes?
+Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects
+Where dogs shit and piss
+Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how it's executed
+Lexus coup-ed, brigettes from cubics
+Might've been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars
+To ten LPs
+What can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all?
+I'm Nas—on a track that's unorthodox
+Like my life could've been offed by the cops
+Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
+About the rest—
+[Chorus: Amerie]
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my life
+Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+The rest of my lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everyday Thing[Nas]
+Uh, word
+You don't get this everyday, word
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard bein' Escobaro
+El Dorado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
+My life's like a Donald Goines novel
+We wave glasses like bravo
+Drunk niggas with mad problems
+Shot pockets, niggas on the block rock this
+Box cocaine, cook it and chop it
+Lookin' to profit in triple ways
+Goin' through this difficult stage called life
+With each year, my physical's praised
+Niggas slip beyond the reach of help
+Caught in the street, thinkin' they can teach theyself
+When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
+And randomly feed our family, these streets are insanity
+Amber me, caught inside a thugs fantasy
+Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be
+Heavy desire, hold this 9, ready to fire
+You know me, show me the money like I'm Jerry McGuire
+It's on..
+
+[Verse 2: Nature]
+It's time we set it straight, connect with Dre the correct way
+Predictin' platinum in less than a day
+So for that we toast, this one's for us while y'all lackin' hope
+All I do is write raps, stack, relax and smoke
+Watchin' my dreams come true
+Stayin' humble in the eyes of others
+Politicin' with the wisest brothers
+It's Nature, one of the latest, peep how I play this
+Straight from the Bridge, one of your kids' favorites
+From now 'til the day that I'm stiff
+Foul flagrant, pay the rent, always stay swift
+Stuck in my ways, type chauvinistic
+Since a youth, I had a thing for big Coups
+Flooded rings and older bitches
+Holdin' my riches in lump sums for trust funds
+Fully recovered thugs lust to bust guns
+While some'll get drunk, beat wives and cuss sons
+A slow process called life, lets show progress
+[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
+When I said I hold my own, I wasn't frontin'
+Never claimed to be the baddest, for skills, I got a little somethin'
+Comin' through, new clique and tracks
+Known for blazin' on The Chronic, that's what put me on the map
+Nothin' could give me more pleasure to start this
+I worked the hardest
+Ducked the farthest, makin' me illest producin' artist
+Done crimes, ran from one-time
+Could catch me with my crew bustin' rhymes in the Sunshine State
+No case, to build I chill with millionaires
+Out to make a killin', for real, my resolution this year
+Few places I walked, most imagine
+New faces I met at beauty pageants
+Past cuties now wanna do me
+Yo, I never forgot where I'm from
+I check for family and every nigga who was down from day one
+If you ain't speakin' money language, I can't hang
+You know your conversation is weak, so it's senseless to speakEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta Tears[Produced by Bud'da]
+
+[Hook x2]
+(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
+(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
+(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
+(I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you
+
+[Verse 1]
+My daily dose is ferocious
+I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
+Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
+Speakin on podiums
+Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
+Young black, poor education guns crack
+The gang violence done that
+Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
+Dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
+Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
+Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
+Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
+To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
+Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
+Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
+I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
+What happens when money don't make you happy
+I wish this on no person
+Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
+I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
+Hood with the Nike sign, dark colors on
+Pull up the block my brother's on
+I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
+Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
+We left the drug game alone
+Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
+What could you tell us?
+At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
+Look at my dog lay in the casket
+Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
+And rest in peace Barkin, is all I could whisper
+As I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
+It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggas have to die?
+It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
+Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
+I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
+And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
+Inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Second Coming[Nas]
+Third grade, singin Star Spangled Banner
+Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
+Animal behavior
+Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
+Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
+Socks long to my knees
+Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
+Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
+Can I hang wit my little gang out?
+Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
+Come upstairs, run up stairs
+Take a bath, shit stained underwears
+Wipe yourself wit paper
+Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
+Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
+Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
+Was my future for this young one
+Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
+Later shootin guns fantasizing
+Fascinated by gold rope chains
+Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change
+
+[Hook] *all Nas samples* 2x
+"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
+"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
+"It's like that, you know it's like that"
+"Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"
+[Nas]
+Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
+Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
+Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
+Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
+They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
+They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
+They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
+Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
+E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
+Nixon was the anti-christ
+Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
+Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
+Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
+Babies is born, big families started to blossom
+Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
+Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
+From tommy guns to mac 10's
+QB's new born killers (shit is changed)
+
+Chorus 2x
+
+[Nas]
+Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
+Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
+Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
+Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
+Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
+Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
+I remember park jams
+Gazelles, perfect wave shell
+Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
+Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
+Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
+Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
+Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
+What project is this?
+QB, Vernon and Tenth
+12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
+What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
+When it's all said and done, just remember my name
+Chorus 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard to Tell (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro:]
+Take it to the bridge
+To the motherfuckin' bridge
+Queensbridge in the motherfucker
+[Hook:] x3
+It Ain't Hard to Tell
+[Verse 1:]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell
+I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a Tec with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose
+Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Hook:] x3
+
+[Verse 2:]
+What's a beat if the rap don't click
+I spit rhymes like I'm sick, dying loss in a pit
+The only way I can escape is by vocals
+Verbalize a strife
+Stabbin' ears like a knife hood like
+The Prophet of the gutter
+Lyrics are silk mega butter
+I flow never stutter
+Clever poetic brothers on a mission
+Dissin' all who perps the fraud
+Scrams listen, (and) do what the experts record
+Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
+Well I be packin' like a rasta in a weed spot
+Hittin' your hearts like a hollow tip
+Verbally illin' minds manipulated
+My raps a nickel-plated
+I illustrate it, X-rated, then move out
+Nas the parlayer takes you on a new route
+It's suicide poetry released from a cell
+With immense clientele, I excel
+It ain't hard to tell
+[Hook:] x3
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Now, I'm blessed with the finesse to express like Shakespeare
+The blocks "Cape Fear" drop metaphors when the breaks clears
+My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
+Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing
+Cause in my physical, I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Hook:] x3EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s a Tower Heist[Verse 1: Nas]
+Born in NYC beastin', the lord left me no choice
+Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts, criminal courts
+Father forgive, I wanna die like Godfather did
+Standing in lineups I'm paying lawyers, ain't trying to bid
+Alliances surveillance watching 'em careful when plottin'
+My boys were captured on video, farewell to my partners
+Ski masks and fake tags in case the car was spotted
+Lavish hotels, Central Park West, fly apartments - let's rob it
+Forensics get us sentenced so we the smartest
+It's livest as Saturday night as I load up a cartridge
+Let off the fully, got alibis, no need to worry
+Done right, we don't see the prosecutors or grand jury
+Reputed mobster style, take the money and run
+Count it in warehouses, leave town and live 100 years like crocodiles
+Straight up NYC like a Mets fitted
+This a tower heist, even Donald Trump can get it
+
+[Hook x2: Nas]
+You want respect, money and power, right?
+Well let's ride tonight; it's a tower heist
+
+[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
+I got my shades on, got my money in my pocket
+Got my J's on, spend a hundred for my watch
+I feel amaz-on, it's a jungle in these streets
+Choppers be going "bang", your people need be deceased
+Everyday is war, living legends you must applaud
+So light my cigar, or for the foreigners living large
+Dealin' straight raw, the Mercedes in my garage
+Your girl on my dick and I may just feel like menage
+I came for the cash, me and Nas behind the mask
+Cause, bitch, it's a heist, give me ice or lose your life
+My profit's so nice me and dog gon' count it twice
+It's poppin' tonight, roll the weed, give me a light - UGH!
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The N[Verse 1: Nas]
+It's the late night greasy spoon patron, poolhall making
+Big bets, midsection got the 8 in
+Dior Christian pimping, got that penal system diction
+Riffing, you don't want it you snitching
+Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR
+Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat
+Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black, bitches want my chipped tooth back
+Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
+Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip from the paparazzi
+Still playing numbers you can't stop me
+Still wearing bundles and spark weed
+If I ever say 'Queens get 'em', you know they got me
+Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef
+So lead by example or get trampled
+Since Hip Hop is Dead, this is the N
+Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes
+Still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo'
+Stay splifted cause you know that I love the dro
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The style is taboo, the chain's offensive
+Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage
+The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes
+Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants
+The Apprentice but not Trump, I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps
+That you don't see much, sucker free from chumps
+Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em
+He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son
+Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns
+Don't make me grab your only son, I'm coming from
+A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape
+From phonies who hate when you rolling with papes
+That's why the god party with juicy models
+They mob me, the gnarly, Charlie Luciano - hardly
+Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all for spitting songs that involve me nigga
+Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yo this is Nas, Queens own
+Hip Hop Is Dead so put this shit in your vein
+Queens Own
+Queens OwnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)[Intro]
+I'd like to dedicate this one here, to my star
+Someone I cherish, she loves me unconditionally
+No matter what, our love will always be here for you baby
+Yeah
+So from God, he gave me this gift, you (ha ha)
+And I give you this, the world (If I had it all)
+
+[Hook]
+(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world
+Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all)
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+Just me and my little one (If I had it all)
+I'd give you the world
+
+[Verse 1]
+Even though we don't live in the same home
+And I mightta miss your graduation
+And no matter how many miles I'm away from you
+You know that I love you
+Hear daddy on every station
+Thinking, I'm loving my occupation
+I know I got you home waitin', Desy
+I do it all for you (if I had it all)
+
+[Hook]
+(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world
+Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all)
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+Just me and my little one (If I had it all)
+I'd give you the world
+[Verse 2]
+Even though you'll be grown soon
+You gotta stand on your two
+Please listen what daddy told you
+I know you think that I'm old school
+You'll see that I was right soon
+One day, you will meet the right groom
+And then, you will see your life bloom
+And then you'll know what's right for you (If I had it all)
+
+[Hook]
+(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world
+Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all)
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+Just me and my little one (If I had it all)
+I'd give you the world
+
+[Verse 3]
+Respect your mom, no one will replace her
+She's the one who went through the labor (If I had it all)
+But you don't owe her no favors
+But her respect is due
+See, daddy just wanna show you (If I had it all)
+All the heartache I go through (If I had it all)
+It's for you
+[Outro]
+If this world were mine, I'd give it all to you (If I had it all)
+Yeah, (If I had it all)
+It's your world baby girl
+Yeah!
+Yeah, just me and my little one (If I had it all)
+Just me and my little one (If I had it all)
+(If I had it all)
+(If I had it all)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thugz Mirror (Freestyle)[Verse 1]
+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 shit
+Now he got his own crew of young guns clickin' now
+Richer now, now they run shit, see how it flips around?
+
+[Verse 2]
+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
+Caesar 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 'caine, 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 himEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Courthouse[Intro]
+Order in court, order in the court
+No one else but Mr. Jones has the right to be speaking right now
+Order in the court or I’m gonna start making some arresting here
+You don’t belong in the court house anyway, your rap concert has been canceled
+Order in my court, …
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I wake up, wake up in the morning shake my third leg in the toilet
+Uzi on my night stand, I’m the man you go to war with
+Not the man you go to war against,
+Patience I get you if that means I can’t sleep a whole year
+I get you, I'm official not a tisket, a tasket
+I put you in the casket with a biscuit
+The ratchet, the smoke a biscuit, the planted trees advanced weed
+Doomed forsakers you fucking fake bloods like movie makeup
+I flow tight as tootie bracers, who he hating us
+I’ll be on the state bus, shackles is my eight bus
+Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers
+I’m the shit for ages, my clip steel wheel … gangsters
+Click still move like free masons, so we’re from on the flow from the law
+Cause large is all across the nation, Nas is bread for the plan
+The hold the grand dragon head in his hand
+Come and get me, here I am
+Pok’em, pok’em
+[Hook: Chuck D]
+I’m not a law prayer, so you could tell your mayor
+I’m a non-stop driven by poetry slayer
+One, two, three, down for the count
+The result my lyrics oh yes, no doubt (X2)
+Pok’em, pok’em
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The good man in me gets money and stay on the path
+But the Pimp shit in me says yo, keep looking for ass
+My daughter gave me a gift, something to hold
+A little city in water, when you shake it, it snows
+I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes
+Better wait till
+You’re grown, when in love you will know
+Everybody’s gotta dream I hope to wish to own a six times two
+… against who I don’t know
+So one who fed you won’t blow, you won’t eat, you won’t cake
+Pay mistake, blaming me for their failures I'm fresh
+Getting tale single breasted
+A lip brush is sense less some pimp shit
+A women hates a man and stays with him for many years
+Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him
+Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, cause he’s still with her
+She take his cash give it to some other real nigga, like me
+Pok’em, pok’em, pok’em
+[Intro Repeated]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On The Real (original)[NAS]
+Yea (House of Hits)
+Finally up in this nigga
+On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
+On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
+To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil
+In the categories and stories I breed my sequel
+You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
+Monkey see, Monkey do
+A shorty sipping sunny dew
+Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokey
+Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me
+Up in the Marriot, Suite 3010
+Don't make no noise cause we dirty, tell the hoes to hurry in
+We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
+And there's video taping of booming ass's on the zooming lens
+Rolling on you non descript niggas
+Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas
+Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough
+In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust
+
+Chorus
+On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal
+On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x
+
+[K-L from ScrewBall]
+Now its verbal abuse cause the mic's in use
+This is your sorry excuse
+Get your neck put in a noose
+K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce
+Over the snare drum
+We reproduce like cum
+Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was
+Giving life to idea
+Through the verse is what he does
+[Kamakazee a.k.a. KL]
+See a close call about two clicks from my fortress
+We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses
+QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us
+We metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is
+We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no lossess
+Accumalating to much cream for you to touch
+Fucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers
+From the ruckus
+Your gone and your crew still love us
+Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
+I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent
+Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles
+Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile
+Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound
+Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town
+
+Chorus 2x
+
+[Cormega]
+(Play some treats on us)
+Drugs in my shirtsleeve
+The side bubble converti
+Eyes low cause the lye blow
+Five-oh know we dirty drive slow
+Write a line sipping a glass of wine
+The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind
+When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with
+Exhale precise shine like cocaine white
+Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know
+With diamond rolexes, that drive infinit's and lexus
+So send my enemies a message
+My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot
+I'm still protected
+So never ask why I write so violent
+My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island
+I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and
+When I performed niggas mic's went silent
+To the kid who made my man Ill Will's blood spill
+(On the real)
+When I catch up to your ass you know the deal
+[Nas and Cormega]
+On the real
+
+Chorus 4xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Escobar ’97[Hook]
+Honies, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities and hood movie stars
+Gat slingers, now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar
+
+[Verse 1]
+The path we all walk starts out long, it's like a boardwalk
+Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
+Happy days balancin' with life's atrocities
+Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly
+High up in a five, realizin' the price paid
+For this life laid in the light shade
+One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
+Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
+Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
+Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
+While you could catch me in a crisp white five
+Dark tinted, Dijon-scented with Al Green on
+My theme song, Love & Happiness, how can it seem wrong?
+I mean, before this, I used to rock a Taurus with the donuts
+Now, I grown up, I got it chromed up
+Got the rap game sewn up, sho 'nuff
+Niggas actin' cool but it's really no love
+I feel a slow buzz off the Dutch
+This is everyday, every second gotta make it pay
+Every lesson I learnt got me open
+While most of these rappers'll stay burnt
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 2]
+With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard bein' Escobarro
+El Derado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
+My life is like a Donald Goines novel
+We wave glasses like bravo
+Drunk niggas with mad problems and shot pockets
+My niggas on the block rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it
+Lookin' to profit in triple ways
+Goin' through this difficult stage called life
+But each year, my physical's praised
+Some fell beyond the reach of help
+Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
+When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
+And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity
+Amply, livin' in this thug's fantasy
+Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be
+Heavy chain and my QB sway, livin' this king's life
+Magazines write about me in this dream, it's all tight
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now, the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
+Ice, the chain and all the followers came
+They tried to throw me off track but I caught that
+They thought I lost that, but I'm continuin' to make more stacks
+Halftime, New York State of Mind, It Was Written was hittin'
+Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
+Sleepin' on the plane, wake up when we land, feelin' real scared
+On the ground, Rollie flush, princess cuts and large rounds
+The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks
+It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
+If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
+I didn't make the game, the game made me
+Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
+Haters keep hatin' and ladies'll keep glancin'
+Y'all know the routine out this muthafucka, word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Angels with Dirty Faces[Intro (Sampled)]
+Angel Dust
+Yeah, Angel Dust
+Yeah
+Yeah, Angel Dust
+
+[Verse]
+Angels with dirty faces, angels with broken wings
+The devil's dust, PCP invading bloodstreams
+People lining up to get it, fantastic, knew how to flip it
+Illegal substance constructed and plus addictive
+Trusted and respected, almost got me arrested
+All the time I invested in school is now of question
+Child prone to violence like a dog returns to its own vomit
+A fool for chaos, taking what we could salvage
+Hustling is a art, I'm just tryna be smart
+Strung out bodies found in the park, Shaolin was my heart
+We stood for loyalty, all we had was each other's back
+My raps were like crystallized powder before crack
+Raw, uncut, like what is sold in front of the storefront
+The sidewalk was my brother's office
+We cut our losses, I had choices
+I took a pen, became the voice for the voiceless
+My people walking in a zombie state
+Life is short, even mine's at stake
+[Interlude]
+"The government says that angel dust can kill you if you take it or it can cause you to kill others."
+"The scourge of angel dust has been linked to psychosis, violence, schizophrenia, and the epidemic runs especially rampant in the Bronx. My administration will hunt down these poison pushers and arrest them one my one until we get directly to the source."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. III[Intro: Nas + Alicia Keys]
+Nasty ("Yeah, yeah")
+(New York, New York, New York, New York)
+Ayo, Black, it's time—again! ("Yeah, yeah")
+(New York, New York, New York, New York)
+Yeah—Premier! ("Yeah, yeah")
+(New York, New York, New York, New York)
+("Ayo, Black, it's time")
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+If you knew my streets—
+—you would know, all everybody talk about is who got beef
+Who's snitchin', who told police
+Who came home, who's still gone, who rest in peace
+Now they killin' over music-money, not drugs—rap replaced it
+'Cause thugs with no brains got no patience
+New jacks—I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
+Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
+I'm like Saddam Hussein
+—still alive, lookin' at his dead children's burnt remains
+I birthed the game, learned you lames a new lesson
+Your crew's soft, man, y'all need some new weapons
+The Ps breed warriors in skullies and Timbies
+Around micks, spics, niggas, and guineas
+From my ghetto kings in deep thought, we don't blink
+But don't think we wastin' our time
+It's a New York state of mind
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoah ohh
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty
+
+[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
+It's like a jungle out here
+So much struggle out here
+And my dreams steal my rest
+Sleep's the cousin of death
+Always feels like a race against father time
+In the Streets of New York
+(New York state of mind, New York state of mind)
+All I see is street hoes
+And bullet holes in our people
+Only crime fills the brain
+Feels like I'm goin' insane
+The revolution has to start, don't waste no time
+In the Street of New York
+(New York state of mind)
+New York state of mind
+(New York state of mind)
+C'mon
+
+[Altered Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+New York, New York, New York, New York ohh
+State of mind (New York City)
+New York, New York, New York, New York ohh
+State of crime (New York City)
+New York, New York, New York, New York ohh
+Big dreams (New York City)
+New York, New York, New York, New York ohh
+Big schemes
+[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
+Oh, it's like the game
+Just ain't the same
+Baby thugs and girls
+With no shame
+Can't get away (get away)
+Epidemic plague (plague)
+Every hood in every state
+Don't have no reasons cause believing's hard to find
+In the streets of New York (New York state of mind)
+In the streets of New York (New York state of mind)
+In the streets of New York (New York state of mind)
+In the streets of New York (New York state of mind)
+
+[Verse 3: Rakim]
+I'm from the home of a million legends and trend-settin'
+A lot of footsteps to follow, I been steppin'
+Mind stressin'—tryna find direction, crime spreadin'
+Time precious, I ain't have rest since 9/11
+I live fast, hustle like today is my last
+I get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave
+Crack, D and raw, gats squeezin' off
+Manhattan streets in awe from casualties of war
+The eve of the Apocalypse, evil people in politics
+Every block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis
+The opposite of Liza Minnelli and Frank Sinatra
+Alicia Keys, Nas and, Ra; the gangsta's opera
+So, New York City—walk with me, talk gritty
+It's up to us, New York, it's our city
+Here the man come with the anthem—hands up
+It's time, the thrill is back New York, so stand up
+[Chorus + Outro/Coda: Alicia Keys + Rakim]
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoa ohh
+(Uh. Yeah.)
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty
+(Crucial Keys. Ya God, Rakim Allah)
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoa ohh
+(New York City. Nasty Nas)
+New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty
+(A. Keys. Yeah, c'mon)
+
+Produced by DJ PremierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+96 Clue Freestyle[DJ Clue]
+With The Firm intro
+From my man Steve Stoute's birthday
+Happy birthday nigga
+Peepin'
+[Steve Stoute]
+
+Motha fuckin' fake ass bastards
+Steve Stoute the commissioner nigga
+I walk NYC dolo
+The fuck
+Niggas ain't got no paper
+Ain't pop no crisp
+No bitches no nothing no paper
+Just on my dick
+Player hating on me
+Wanna be me
+Check out my crew nigga
+
+[Mary J.Blige]
+
+What we have here
+Is the firm y'all
+Introducing...
+Nas Escobar
+Noreaga
+Nature
+And Femme Fatale
+[Nas]
+
+Black pirellis rolling over this makaveli
+Two platy LPs
+Still the feds tap my celli
+Made a mil and another mil
+Just signed another deal
+From the bridge ever summer deal
+Niggas run to steal
+Cracks and bundles
+Wanna be down ask Jungle
+React humble but we blast guns too
+Now to son you is a deeper plan
+So when I jam
+Reach the pan
+Check the sale let the sound scan
+Keep a brown tan
+From vacationing
+Chicks in Vegas
+Tryna guess us how much we made to spin
+Two Tiphannys from the Colosseum
+Green olive BMs
+Tracks from TM lack when we see em
+Grip the heat
+When the sixth season
+Jump out the S4s
+And test yours
+Tudor watches
+Allah watches
+Stubborn, you won't admit that Escobar got this
+On top let me explain what the cock is
+Firm Biz came livin'
+Naturally fly, diamond rings glistenin'
+Make it seem sickenin'
+What's really ill is how the team's clickin'
+Femme Fatale on some dope shit
+Flow sick we stay incorporate
+Firm giving you a dosage
+Of high explosives
+You kidnap we kidnap
+You blast shit, I did that
+Cuttin' through the chase we bring it to where you live at
+I wouldn't play you
+I'd rather try you by your label
+[Mary J.Blige]
+
+Miss maximillion
+Exotic diamonds let it charm
+Legal life of bear arms
+Protecting my squad from harm
+Murder, Danger
+Backstabbers and snakes
+Murderers and Jakes
+Spend thugs but the drugs a case
+Fuck y'all feel
+And them accusations you make me
+Wow femme fatale we increasing the stakes
+Platinum plates choosin' isles
+Like my cheese willie style
+850 on the dig and if you see me
+
+[Femme Fatale]
+
+Major league mamis
+With the bodies
+Got your clique quick to buy these
+Who wanna try these?
+Firm colleagues
+Somali's, think they're badass
+16 bars on that ass
+Y'all niggas shat ass
+Ali aye quatro
+Play the passenger of chaco
+6 to got though
+Think you hot but you not though
+Play the corner
+Be the type of bitch to run up on ya
+Much longer
+While y'all get short bread like launa
+You're a goner
+Rhyme shoota, top shootas
+With the lugas true das
+Stats rulas
+Firm biz grab the cougas
+[Noreaga]
+
+It be the firm biz getting it off
+Slow regez the elegant black prince
+We take the top gator
+Black and shrotopass like im a raider
+Sophistacater
+Hang tight like dre right
+Flow like hawian in the broad day light
+I give all that I have
+All in my power to see the day
+That the crowd weighted
+You expired and outdated
+Re segregated
+None of my people graduated
+Ain't no progress in the projects
+It's the same process
+Rise to the top of New York
+Keep the digest
+Through all my cornets
+Global solar
+It's young omar
+The shuffuler
+We analyze who they really are
+Familiar, blow holes into your interior
+You minute, little man
+You think you general?
+
+[Nature]
+
+I put the hinds betters
+Fake thugs styles glued together
+Saying old rhymes show signs
+You're through whatever
+Eat your heart out
+I play my part now
+Fiend to be part of the squad
+But I'm not gonna be shot down
+Who's how now? I'm disgusted at you
+Rap doo doo
+It's funny if you let these cats fool you
+The whole no wait
+Your values dying at a slow rate
+Opposition track live niggas pop gats
+Been doin' this since the days of hot tracks
+Claimin' you in the firm how's that?
+When you got your spot jacked
+Read between the lines
+The foulest dreams was lead to blind
+Tonight is excellence redefined
+In the form of Nature, Noreaga
+Nas, Mary J. Blige
+Femme Fetale on the rise
+Manager extraordinaire
+My man, Jungle
+Pussy rebundled like desert plans
+Spitting vivid raps
+My whole clique rocking fitted hats
+Millionaire status play the block give it back
+Thanks to who?
+My pen names tight like langston hughes
+Generating chips, picking which banks to choose
+Clever robberies, on deposits
+I got this, why niggas on the blocks
+Stare at bitches gossip
+I pop shit so understand me
+From day one I rap whole new guns
+That run in the family
+
+[Noreaga]
+Wa dada dang wa da da dang Hey Listen to my mac milli just go bang
+Wa dada dang wa da da dang this is the firm bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ether (Unreleased Edition)[NOTE: Lyrics are not complete]
+
+[Verse 1]
+So you call yourself a God MC, Jay-Hova
+Drunk the glass of blasphemy and forgot to pray over
+Your game's over
+Crossed the warpath of a brave soldier
+You're a makeover
+My protege trying to Takeover
+I was the shepherd that led you
+But you bit the hand that fed you
+Mad 'cause since I met you I never did respect you
+And as hard as it seems
+You know that I fathered your dreams
+You was a groupie always begging to be part of my team
+Another case of a boy and his teacher
+I was the first to poison your speakers
+So kill all that noise that you're preaching
+I understand, all your plans to underhand
+Aired threats of you pullin' my card next Summer Jam
+Let me make this clear Hova
+You had my left overs
+She told me your little problem of the day when you slept over
+But that's another subject homie
+[?] you phony
+I'm coming to collect the debt from the years that you owe me
+So what you capitalized, only cause I allowed
+I'm taking aim at your dome
+And reclaiming my throne
+Who said I that I ain't still nasty?
+[Verse 2]
+How you planned on facing
+The half man half-amazing
+Don't need a fam', Nas is a one man invasion
+Claim you hot but you flopped with your R.O.C-familia
+'Cause real recognize real and you're not familiar
+Call yourself gangsta' but you were begging for pardon
+That night in Carbon, when Terror Squad flipped on your squadron
+Tried to front on their checks
+Till Pun put a gun to your chest
+You said it yourself dog, Nas is one of the best
+Don't need to search for some dirt to expose you
+I leave it up to the flow dispose you
+When I oppose you
+This is it, I'm calling ya'
+Come out and play like “warriors”
+Studied my blueprint then pieced together your formula
+Guess the knowledge I speak too deep to follow
+That's why your stomach too weak to swallow
+The real truth that Nas is the greatest of all timers
+Fuck skeletons, keep only weaponry in my closetsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Association[Intro]
+You are who you associate with
+Look around at your five closest friends
+And that's who you are
+If you don't want to be that person
+You know what you gotta do
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no man, but no man
+Wants to die a poor man with no plan
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no man, but no man
+Wants to die a poor man with no plan
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+You can try to kill me, but I come back
+Hate me, that's a small thing
+Demons let the sword swing and sever off my offspring
+Bitches try to see me down, hugging the floor
+Bullets pulling me, playing tug of war
+With my body, gravity got me
+Police want me arrested, just to see me naked
+Snakes want my necklace, fake niggas make me set-trip
+Thugs shooting reckless (every night, niggas)
+Wonder, how will I exit (from this life, niggas?)
+Think you a killer, get cement shoes in the river
+You should watch them people with you
+Let them street rules hit you
+If you hang around snitches, you get judged for that
+'Cause you condone it, you know there ain't no love for that
+There's slugs for that
+Oh, you didn't know your man was talking?
+That's why you stand with him, 'til you both land in the coffin
+When you first heard he was snitching, then you should have thought
+Every time this nigga got caught selling, they let him walk
+Early on a nigga was taught, stay away from them niggas
+So a nigga like Nas got nothing to say to them niggas
+I fuck with, only the trusted thug clique
+Who really done shit, run up in your bitch, bust the gun quick
+[Chorus: Nas & Stic.man]
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no man, but no man
+Wants to die a poor man with no plan
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no man, but no man
+Wants to die a poor man with no plan
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Some bitches lie a lot, they could be fly or not
+Actresses cry a lot, their girlfriends spy a lot
+They can shake your hand, girl, then they take your man, girl
+The whole hood knowing, we got something good going
+None of these hoes is after me
+'Til they saw us happy and that you bagged me
+Now they wishing that they had me
+So watch who you hang with, and who you cling with
+You know these bitches ain't shit, they hoping to bank chips
+(With a baller) after she done gave him some head
+(He never called her) he gang it and he left her for dead
+Birds of a feather fly together
+But chickens don't fly, they eat their own shit and die
+And you affiliated, now you look weak
+'Cause your peeps is freaks
+Credit card stealing hoes, well known in the streets
+And they brought your down in the dirt
+You was a pretty, young, smart thing
+Going to work, I bet it hurt, 'cause you had a clean rep
+But the girls you seen with make these niggas say
+"I bet that bitch suck a mean dick", word
+[Chorus: Nas & Stic.man]
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no woman, but no woman
+Wants to die a poor woman with no man
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no woman, but no woman
+Wants to die a poor woman with no man
+
+[Verse 3: Stic.man]
+A warrior walk alone, there's one spot on this throne
+Fake friends be off and on, but a man stand up on his own
+I'm raised by a different code, cut from a different cloth
+Never been a follower, my momma told me be a boss
+Watch who you hang around, don't let nobody bring you down
+Friends come and go like seasons, leaves turn to brown
+And some only come around when everything is green
+Be careful not to let a snake infiltrate your team
+For every Jesus there's a Judas, every Caesar there's a Brutus
+If somebody tell you jump off a bridge -- are you gon' do it?
+There's two types of influence: either healthy or deadly
+Keep your circle small, away from all the hate and the envy
+Don't come nowhere near me with it, I'm bullshit intolerant
+My politics boss up, for you black empowerment
+I stay in my element, Braveheart intelligent
+Only associate with those for my betterment
+I'm out for dead presidents to represent mines
+Only click with my kind, my best friend is my grind
+Everybody got big dreams, but few follow through
+And it's deep: the company you keep become apart of you
+Don't just be sitting around smoking weed, letting time fly
+If your homies don't inspire you to rise, tell 'em bye
+You're better off dolo than rolling with a weak ass crew
+I'm like Scarface: Who I trust? Me, that's who
+[Chorus: Nas & Stic.man]
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no woman, but no woman
+Wants to die a poor woman with no man
+Association breeds similarity
+That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
+'til six niggas carry me
+Poverty's a mind state
+Time waits for no woman, but no woman
+Wants to die a poor woman with no manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Outcome[Jessica Care Moore]
+Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves
+Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water
+My skin layered in diamonds and sage
+Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days
+Time keeps on whorin us
+Ghetto saviors can't keep ignorin us
+Flowers and flames flew from her fingers
+Rifles pointed from her sac
+Or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones
+Either way, she wore a compass on her head
+Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red
+Her hair was half permed, half dread
+We gave up walking in a past-life and so we danced
+Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life
+A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice
+Symbol of the drama yet to come - too late to run
+Time travelling was late
+Watching was a blind man's mistake
+All his assets melted right in front of his face
+His right leg drabbed with demon pace
+Shoes stayed angel laced
+Never count your blessings with haste
+Even a prophet can catch a case
+Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste
+Telepathically cutting through mental gates
+Words were weapons against their hate
+Shepherds search for stars in her hair
+Her chest grew fermented like yeast
+She broke her body like aged bread
+He gave her truth from all the books he'd read
+She wrote her poems inside the mud
+Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future
+Named their poison, spit truth inside his mouth
+Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly
+Resurrected from bones and dirt
+She made hard niggas smile
+Left her seeds inside the Earth
+Gave hustlers and killers life's worth
+This is the life we chose, remember who was here first
+Find a reason why you curse
+Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose
+Sporting electronic nooses
+Hoeing humanity love takes over lust
+Despite the damage to Destiny
+You can't take the best of me, In God We Still TrustEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Don’t Know Me[Verse 1]
+Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison
+Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM'
+I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor
+I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you
+Street connects, Mob ties on East and West
+We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much
+Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff
+Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5
+Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts
+Conscience who tolerate no nonsense
+Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert
+Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth
+I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe
+The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggas work with the feds
+Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead
+I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned
+From the corner's with the winos laughin'
+Dealers and five-o blastin'
+Capitalist thoughts like Presidents
+I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit
+[Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)]
+You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma)
+..Don't think so (Don't think so)
+It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?)
+What do you know about me?
+(See what you don't know me you'll never will)
+(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)
+About me
+(See what you don't know me you'll never will)
+(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)
+You'll never know
+[Verse 2]
+I smoke weed like them sixties rebellions, hippies on heroin
+Spliffs inhalin', what I speak strictly for felons
+Dippin' in their 6-4, hittin' the switches
+Or sittin' in their Bentley Azure's, feelin' the riches
+Or just ridin', truck drivin' Impalas, Denali's
+I fuck with those but I lust for silver Ferrari's
+I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me
+My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat
+Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave-master
+Half Apache, half African, mutts is what I call us Black men
+Lead astray, on drugs and cups of alcohol, cause back when
+They let us off ships; the soul of man was lost or trapped in
+But every ghetto, every hood, no matter where the town
+It's all haunted, all on top slave burial grounds
+Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage
+Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways
+Money and murder: interprets the American dream
+The world loves a gangsta, I found my place in this thing
+Royce's, diamonds and bosses, woman who're gorgeous
+Traitors, killers and enemies, remorseless, we live this
+
+[Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)]
+You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma)
+..Don't think so (Don't think so)
+It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?)
+What do you know about me?
+(See what you don't know me you'll never will)
+(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)
+About me
+(See what you don't know me you'll never will)
+(And what you don't know will get yourself killed)
+You'll never know
+[Verse 3]
+Gypsies, preachers, choirs, churches, liquor stores
+The world is full of liars, curses, people rich or poor
+Without God to worship, see we would be more lost
+Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws
+A ghetto child occasionally blunted in Mansions
+My cup overflow with Cristal, hundred exotic dancers
+Niggas is plastic, ass gets jealous and passive
+My pistol blast at; cowards, leechers, and rappers
+Niggas I fuck with is 'Bravehearts', make G's
+Before rap music to me, was wind blowin' the trees
+Birds chirpin', rain fallin', perfect and free
+But bitches saw my video and think they know me
+These niggas bad talkin', claimin' they gon' do me
+Stay out my path homey, you fuckin' wit a true G
+Bitch +You Don't Know Me+
+
+[Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Power Paper PussyAyo I hit the Earth like a comet, Invasion
+Nas is like the afrocentric asian
+Right here with the amazing Green Lantern
+Serious radio, y’all know what it is
+
+NaS too real, NaS true king
+You know the king
+
+Cars with police radars on highways boppin
+Bullpin therapy cell block dodging
+Pissy stairways missed them days not when
+They shut down the stores when I’m shopping
+Used to be pop locking, train hopping
+Face covered in stocking
+Six pack Bud drinking gambler
+Fuck them cameras in front of the man
+Sing the hustlers mantra, hands of luck
+More hits than gambling huff
+I hollered Indosia, 40 belows covered the toes
+I was a soldier with the Popeyes sippin Amota
+Nigga honestly I call this a culture
+My sister’s a snake, my brother’s a vulture
+My mother’s the block, my father’s a ghetto piranha
+Swimming with sharks my tones false settle drama
+Obama, if the kids mirror you
+We’ll all push Masaratis with the silver hue
+They fear that connection
+I rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection
+Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
+We don’t give a fuck, nigga gangsta is gangsta
+Bricks come with Bill Clinton’s name on it taped up
+Hollywood Lohan parties people they facing them
+Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
+Know some hood girls who did time that could take them
+Rappers changing families, fags are all lost
+I’m at the Waldorf, Vancleave under the sleeve
+Save the small talk, I feel alive
+New Porches Jordan number fives
+Already said I’m the last real nigga alive
+Nas, let my words guide you
+From crips to piru this is survival
+Turn my voice up
+Let my words guide you
+From crips to piru this is survival
+Invasion!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+N.Y. State Of Mind (Live)[Spoken: Nas]
+Twenty years in the making
+What was I thinking?
+1992, wow
+I wasn't sure how to get into the rap game
+The incredible rap game
+It's all a dream
+It's time, and when that time came
+I took it
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Rappers, I monkey flip 'em, with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
+Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
+I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
+Holdin' an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme
+Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
+I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
+Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
+I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
+Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
+Laughin' at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
+G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
+Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
+Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
+Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
+Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and
+I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
+Picked the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up!" — the MAC spit
+Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him backflip
+Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
+Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!"
+It wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
+Pulled my shit back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
+Now I'm runnin' to the building lobby
+And it was full of children prob'ly, couldn't see as high as I be
+(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
+Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
+Claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
+In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
+45's and gauges, MAC's in fact
+Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
+In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
+So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
+I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock
+And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
+But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
+Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
+It drops deep as it does in my breath
+I never sleep—‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
+Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
+I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
+[Chorus]
+"New York state of mind"
+"New York state of mind"
+Where I live, where I'm at
+"New York state of mind"
+"New York state of mind"
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta
+Drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's
+Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
+Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
+Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
+But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
+Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
+I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
+Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have brothers undressin'
+Thinkin' of cash flow, buddha and shelter
+Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
+In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
+Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
+Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
+From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
+Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
+The fiends fight to get crack
+I just max, I dream I can sit back
+And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
+Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
+I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
+Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
+And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
+Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us: we're held like hostages
+It's only right that I was born to use mics
+And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
+I've taken rappers to a new plateau
+Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
+The smooth criminal on beat breaks
+Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
+The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
+That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
+I'm an addict for sneakers
+20's of buddha and bitches with beepers
+In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
+Inhale deep like the words of my breath
+I never sleep—‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
+I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
+Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
+[Chorus]
+"New York state of mind"
+"New York state of mind"
+Where I live, where I'm at
+"New York state of mind"
+"New York state of mind"
+
+[Nas]
+But tonight, tonight
+In the D.C state of mind
+Yeah, yeah
+Detonize, come on
+Detonize what
+Detonize all
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Thank you
+20 years ago, I was writing that rhyme in a small apartment, in a small room, inside that small apartment. Just living in a world that I knew, talking about the things that I see and live man. You know, teenagers' mind is wildEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everything Is Real[Nas]
+Alka Seltzer... in this motherfucker... I gotta take shit
+Ay there go my book... I been looking for this book
+
+What, What... Yea
+
+[Nas]
+I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime, since the blackout in Queensbridge in 79'
+Everybodies a killer now... pimps, playas, and dons
+Shorties on the block, push drops and carry on
+Niggas look through our window, where ever we drove
+Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes
+We the Queens Kings
+I used to view the cats that I owe... see things...
+That made me real, but my skin and my soul
+Girls who turned hoes
+Friends who turned foes
+Bad luck niggas who bring Death where ever they go
+Never sleep, it feels better to know... it's all real though!...
+
+[Hook:]
+Everything Is Real... And... Where We Heading Now... Up to more Money... It be More Fun... Leave with Mo' Bitches... and Carry More Guns
+
+Where We Heading Now... Where We Going Yo... Getting Real Son... We Gon let It Flow... Leave with Mo' Bitches... And Be More Dough... It Be More Fun... Holding More...
+
+[Nas]
+How the hell, are we supposed to excel from the street...
+Where the Jakes Crew face young kids who wanna eat
+Quantum Leap to this Black World, Hustlers, and Ghettos
+Cell mates, millionaires, who tussle with the Devil
+Bust a lil metal lead (led)
+Wrestle you... to the pebbles... on the hard gound
+That's if the God's down
+It's a struggle, brothers jump bail
+To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale
+On the hard with the god Shapelle... a Queens Conrad
+Yo run and come with the dime bag
+[Shapelle]
+Yo, Yo-Yo
+Ayo I need dat
+I got to smoke dat...
+Sell me some Chunky Black
+
+[Nas]
+So I could smoke away the pain
+Try to find my brain
+But the thought still remain
+Yo it's on again
+Once the jail take these chains
+Cause I been through it
+The drug game I thought I knew it
+I got knocked, went to trial
+But I blew it
+25... but only lived 20 years of my life
+Took 5 from me
+Got me wrapped up like a Mummy
+Now I'm in the system... aka the Devil's Home
+Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone
+Now I'm living with... drug dealers, and chain stealers...
+Bitch niggas, who got knocked and turned squealers
+Imagine sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict
+Who love fucking with faggots
+But I sip alot of Savage
+I sat him down, and made him study mathematics
+Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking...
+About this reefer I'm a get this weekend
+On the V.I. (visit)
+I rather be... uh, dam, dam
+[Fades Out]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The World[Verse 1]
+Where we met, I had to give her her respect
+She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette
+He told her he'll be back
+He jumped in the meter cab, just took her cell and told her where to meet him at
+Now she was mad, And I was looking for my car
+She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket
+Cooking for his ass..how she gone get to the projects?
+She ain’t got no cash, and she struggling while walking
+So I drive past, "Yo" I say "I ain’t no stalker wit yo big ole ass
+Here’s my help I’m tryna offer, I give you a lift"
+Who woulda knew it turn to this? Now we in the mix
+Baby moved up in my crib and she left my ex, damn we speedin
+
+('Now girl, you mean the world to me' repeats)
+
+I’m a king, you the queen
+His and her 6’s and diamond rings
+You don’t have to look back at him
+Just get your bags packed and then..
+A new life soon begins
+Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in
+
+[Verse 2]
+Baby girl had a son
+He was 3, yea I took him in
+Now she call him little me, I even look like him
+Naw, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker
+She be calling him Blackie..that’s cause his real father jet black
+So she treat him like it’s a setback..
+I don’t respect that
+Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number
+Now how he get that?
+See, now I knew we was a mismatch
+I’m laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked
+I see where I went wrong at
+I just tried to bring out the queen in you..
+But when you make a girl leave a man..
+You never really know where she stand..
+How you know she really yours?
+Somebody could do the same to you..!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tales From the HoodDa ha
+Da ha ha ha ha ha
+Da ha ha ha
+Da ha ha ha ha ha
+
+[Verse 1]
+It was '87
+Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
+Niggas gettin' it
+Every block rise to perfection
+Green tops, boulders and bottles
+Soldiers who follow leaders
+You owed 'em dollars
+Know that tommorrow you might not see it
+Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked
+All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked
+That's other niggas territory had fiends in the cheese line
+They told them fiends calm down, ten dollars each dime
+They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car
+They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa
+Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money makin'
+But one kid was into takin'
+Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
+Fort green he laid
+First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade
+Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
+Dodgin' and runnin'
+The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin'
+They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
+Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
+Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
+Niggas so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
+Stick-up niggas so thug they got pits with sick names
+Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it
+But he was regulatin'
+A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
+They say he smiled in his casket
+This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Tales from the hood, trails of blood
+But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah I'mma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you
+Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews
+Top of the world's all he views
+A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
+Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
+Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to
+You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
+It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands
+Twenty to L' what's your plan take your grams
+You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams
+Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction
+Thin line from life and death and my man checked in
+A motel, same one as a young G he know well
+Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
+But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done
+Nobody to run to, what succumb to
+My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street
+
+[Hook]
+Tales from the hood, trails of blood
+Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
+Tales from the hood, trails of blood
+Though it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
+[Verse 3]
+Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds
+The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list
+Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggas would snitch
+Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since
+Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed
+Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle
+Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his
+Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid
+Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream
+Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream
+Seeing money's face starin' at him
+In black space feelin' hands touchin' him
+Wake up it got too much for him
+Once liked to be alone
+Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things
+Now it's time to go home
+Niggas shocked to see him
+Gave him respect what he was missin'
+All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen"
+So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love
+Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs
+He hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up
+Now he seein' ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up
+Psycho ward, rest of his life injected thorazine
+Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene
+[Hook]
+Tales from the hood, trails of blood
+The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood?
+Tales from the hood, trails of blood
+The book of the dead, translated in thug language, you understoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be Right[Verse 1 - Nas]
+If Macy's don't have it
+A hatred addict
+I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around
+Or I'm wasting fabric
+I don't feel great until my plushest pieces
+Cause you to suck your teeth
+Some mean-mugging on my clean thugging mean nothing
+Women dream I'm your husband
+I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry writing Russian
+Ice disgusting. I started bling
+How could you question my direction?
+I'm king, I'm cultured, not just cause of
+The foreign movie posters, the frames
+Starring French names, look closer
+? to the worm food
+I despise and watch fake wise guys who turn stool
+And speak highly of late made guys who once ruled
+Hard-bottomed shoes, chauffeurs flaunt ambrosia
+My baby moms wrote a book that couldn't harm a soldier
+Muhammad Ali hobbies, no pilates, jogging, jumping rope
+Til my body cut up like a bag of dope
+And hope I die ?
+
+[Hook - Nas]
+Worked too hard, stayed up too many nights
+If I'm wrong for being me, I don't wanna be right
+Nah! No not never, no not ever
+I don't wanna be right, hood star, we are
+[Verse 2 - Nas]
+Diggi-diggi-dignitaries, Carhart congress
+Fitted hat high rank officials
+World Bank like Rothschilds
+Take the wool from over your eyes
+Who conspired to deceive you and I
+It's easier for a man to believe a big lie
+Than a small truth. Money's not evil
+It's the love of money that's the root
+Not a luxury car worshipper, but I purchase
+Particular vehicles, so me and my dudes, we can cruise
+Upsetting policia They study my natural sleepy eye
+To see if I'm high. I got my piece of the pie
+My 40 acres is my 40 karats on my piece, that's fly
+Carti bracelet, you talk that talk and walk that walk
+You wouldn't understand our thoughts
+How many black leaders are bought
+Why the fuck you care if I rap about
+How much my sneakers cost? I'mma floss
+
+[Hook - Nas]
+Worked too hard, stayed up too many nights
+If I'm wrong for being me, I don't wanna be right
+Nah! No not never, no not ever
+I don't wanna be right, hood star, we areEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tick Tock[Intro - Nas]
+Uhh yeah yeah yo
+It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks
+Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
+Because niggas well live they shits pop
+Hey hey
+Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
+Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
+Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday
+
+[Verse 1 - Nas]
+5'8" with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin'
+But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street
+One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap
+The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet
+Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete
+So you can be an architect design appartments and shit
+Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
+Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool
+But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze
+Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word
+Puff some herb, all I see is niggas runnin', chin shots
+All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground
+Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down
+Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit
+In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip
+Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin'
+I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are
+Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah
+[Hook - Nas]
+Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks
+Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
+Because niggas well live they shits popped
+Hey hey
+Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
+Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
+Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday
+
+[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
+It's like this nigga
+It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big
+While I reveal the story of a wild street kid
+Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit
+The spittin' image of how I live
+Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
+I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
+Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open
+Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot
+Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose
+Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up
+Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up
+No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic
+Niggas aim on the fight, we cut yo melon
+Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull
+Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke
+Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this
+He said: P you gon' wind up dead
+You and Hav' real good with that music shit
+You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street
+And it stuck in the back of my head, though
+I still did my little bit of menacin'
+Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight
+Like these things really happen niggas get cut up
+I put it in my rappin'
+It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
+It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail
+I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
+City you havin' let me touch that ass
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Like Me[Intro: Anthony Wilson]
+Ay yeah, what's happening mommy? How you doing baby?
+Oh you looking kinda good and everything, I see you with them stilettos on baby
+Ay check this out, you ain't got time to talk to me?
+Ay let me put the bug in your ear baby
+Why don't you turning them floor shoes into some ho shoes, ya dig?
+Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royal Highness
+You know what baby? I can do a whole lot of thangs for you
+Guess why, 'cause I'm a motherfucking pimp
+
+[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+I-In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, you
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+The good man in me say, "Get money and stay on the path"
+But the pimp shit in me say, "Yo, keep looking for ass"
+But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold
+A little city in water, when you shake it, it snow
+I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes
+Better wait 'til you grown, when he love you, you'll know
+Everybody's got a dream, a hopeful wish to own a six times two
+Cylinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick
+Revenge to get, against - who I don't know
+Someone who said you won't blow, you won't eat, you won't cake
+They mistake blaming me for they failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored
+Single breasted, a lint brush is senseless, some pimp shit
+A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years
+Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him
+Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, 'cause he still with her
+She'll take his cash and give it to some other real nigga...
+[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+I-In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, you
+
+[Interlude: Anthony Wilson]
+Ay pimping been going on man for eons and eons man since the beginning of time
+You know me, the only thing I need to do is get on the grind, and get mine
+So the only thing I gotta tell you man is you know
+Do what you gotta do man
+Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I heard 'em say the NBA's a bunch of million-dollar slaves
+A portea wasn't real back in the days, the point I make is
+Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly takings
+Let's just say more than collectively all of his players
+That's business, not really pimp shit
+Maybe a tid-bit similar to when we rappers make big hits
+And not own the masters, that's the deal
+By the way, Poitier helps all the Denzels excel
+He kept it more than real, but Hollywood can turn a girl out
+I knew a girl 'bout, 5'9", so fine, she could for sure grind
+She was sleek, chic, with a classic mouth
+Movie directors always fucked her on the casting couch
+She came out with a blockbuster, can't knock a hustler
+She not a hooker, she focused, a hopeless soul on a lonely road
+I showed her all my stones and gold
+I said "Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga"
+[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+I-In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
+(Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe
+(I be...) Staying on that paper chase
+In this life there's pimps and hoes
+Tell me which one are you, youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Death Anniversary[Hook]
+I know all of y'all hear me, none of y'all scare me
+Cause niggas die daily
+Coming out with my guns real early
+Laying in your stairway, cause niggas die daily
+So I got niggas around you
+Mad like they're back for their man
+You've killed just a year ago today
+So call it a death anniversary
+Rushing to emergency, niggas die daily
+
+[Nas]
+What if I told you that AZ didn't exist
+And I put him there, played it like a ventriloquist
+Cause niggas spit fake shit and y'all respect it
+I spit that real shit and y'all won't buy the record
+What if me and the rapper homey was really cool
+And we used that whole thing as a media tool
+Would you say I was a sucka or say I was savvy
+If I told you mothafucka's that me and K wasn't married?
+What if Jungle wrote my shit and I'm really illiterate
+And the whole Nas catalog was just an experiment
+What if I really died when Ill Will got shot
+This is Will rhyming right now while Nas is chilling with 'Pac
+What If I did all the advertisements thrown my way
+And I've boned every chick that would throw me some play
+I'd have to load another AK cause niggas be jealous
+Cause we real like them Brazil favelas
+[Hook]
+
+[Nas]
+Scream at the nigga "breathe don't breathe your last breath"
+But you know a nigga dead when he pee on himself
+Blatter giving up on 'em, face start to puff on 'em
+Bloating up, nigga cold as fuck, trying hold on 'em
+Loosen up the nine out of his fingers
+Angels coming only he can hear the psalms that they're singing
+And it hurts me, the planets cursed, B
+This your niggas first year anniversary
+This how it goes down in every ghetto
+So it's quite natural for rappers to settle
+And make pop music, nursery hooks
+Cause back then we thought the only thing that worked was the jooks
+They're tryna pimp a game that done pimped them first
+I'm pimping the industry so they acknowledge our worth
+The next anniversary we all unite
+Let's all get together or we're loosing the fight
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just a Moment (Single Version)[Verse 1: Quan]
+Can we please have a moment of silence?
+That's for my niggas doin' years in confinement
+And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
+That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
+Can we please pour out some liquor?
+Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
+Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
+And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
+This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
+Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
+Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
+To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
+Can we please have a moment of peace?
+For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
+Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
+Crippin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
+Or just for poor righteous teachin'
+
+[Chorus: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were home
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were home
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
+For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
+From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
+To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin'
+And can we please pour some more liquors?
+For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggas
+Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
+It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
+Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
+And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
+And can we please have a moment of truth?
+For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
+And families back home who pray they make it home safe
+Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
+This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
+Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
+Let's take 'em home
+[Chorus: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were home
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were home
+[Verse 3: Quan]
+And can we please have a moment to mourn?
+For 'Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
+Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah, and Aaliyah
+Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya...
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+Photographs of lost memories
+On the blocks with blunts and Hennessy
+Picture some niggas in mock neck shirts
+Ballantine Ale in brown bags
+Brothers like to brag 'bout their cousins
+That locked in the system
+We all fall victims, we all call Christian
+Or Islamic faith, to restore all our faith
+Barbed wire and tall brick wall
+But we all can escape
+[Chorus: Quan]
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were home
+As day comes and night falls
+For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
+And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
+While wishin' y'all were homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Nas]
+Peace, how are you?
+I ain't mean to be late
+It was my night to watch my little girl
+It's chilly out here
+What happened? You crying?
+Y'all got into it again huh?
+See you gotta let them know from the jump
+I don't care who they are, or who they're with
+Yeah I know they know we're talking
+Shh, why don't they just leave us alone?
+I know it's hard for them to understand people like us
+Could love each other
+Come on, stop crying now
+Oh, there's something I gotta tell you
+I heard they're watching you
+Yeah, they're watching, they're watching me too
+But there ain't no reason to get low
+I'm proud, I'm here
+You know I'ma stand up for you, no matter what
+And I know you'll stand up for me
+I don't have no doubts about you being true to me
+The world is ours
+But right now it feels like the whole world is against us
+So study, be strong, don't cry no more
+*Immediately follows A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No One Else in the Room[Intro: Nas & Maxwell]
+Oooooooooooh!
+Maxwell go and sing
+Ooohh, this one for the ladies
+M-A-X
+Doin' it
+N-A-S
+I'm back again (who's back)
+Again, again, I'm back again (who's back)
+Ooh, tell me (who's back)
+I'm back again (who's back)
+Again, again, I'm back again
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh, yeah the booty is the bass
+The highs, the beauty in ya eyes
+First glance I became alive
+She went through a lot of dangerous guys, surprise
+Now she would decide on Nas
+Cause I ain't choose her, she chose me
+In the party, it was a early day in March
+When I first had ya legs arched
+In the park, wasn't even dark
+We was in the zone, we ain't care who watch
+Baby was the wine though the trees was sparked
+She said till you get enough, please don't stop
+So I played wit it, got the moist spot hot
+If I ain't hittin' the bottom, I'm getting some top
+My hair cut look air brushed
+Whatever I wear is straight plush from the ears to chucks
+As we sashayed across the dance floor
+Just, me and you no one else but us two
+[Chorus: Maxwell]
+No other girl in the room
+No other girl in the room but you
+(There's no other girl lookin' as good as you)
+There's nobody but you
+(They can try, they can try)
+No other girl in the room
+(But you know, you know, you know)
+No other girl in the room
+(Oh, oh, ooo ooo)
+No other girl in the room but you
+(There's no other girl, no)
+There's nobody but you
+(They try)
+No other girl in the room
+(There's nobody to,)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+In the early eighties, shorty had me off the wall
+A super freak as my thoughts revolved
+It's like a menage with Nona Gaye and Lalah Hathaway
+Both they fathers a tell me to play, sip rosé
+On our honeymoon everyday
+We dance to the same tune every day
+Beauty and the goon they would say
+You promise, savage beast
+You a sexy freak
+Your moist lips negates the ecstacy
+Number one in my book, no discrepancy
+When you walk on the earth, you be reppin' me
+I'm obsessed with thee, cherish every breath you breathe
+No matter what's going on around us
+All I could hear was the sound of (her)
+Twirlin' her around just (her)
+See nobody in the crowd just (her)
+[Chorus: Maxwell]
+(No other)
+No other girl in the room
+(No one)
+No other girl in the room but you
+(There's no other girl)
+There's nobody but you
+(Thinkin' about you baby, baby)
+No other girl in the room
+(Never ever, ever, ever, see you)
+No other girl in the room
+(Oh)
+No other girl in the room but you
+(No other girl has, they're not you)
+There's nobody but you
+(Oooh baby yeah)
+No other girl in the room
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+Uh, horns!
+Clap
+Everybody clap
+C'mon, clap
+Max mellow 'em out
+
+[Maxwell]
+Oh it's just my, it's just my, it's just my girl
+Oh, it's just, just my, just my baby, you
+Just you, just me, no one else but you
+No one, no one, just me and you, oh babe
+[Nas]
+Clap! Break it down
+
+[Outro: Olu Dara]
+You know it all comes from Africa
+But my version is the bluesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Eye 4 An Eye Freestyle[Intro: Nas]
+Yo this Nas niggas whuttup?
+QB Album coming, niggas Ill Will, Bravehearts
+My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas
+Desert Storm baby 2000!
+
+[Nas]
+A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki out the game
+Cause entertainment money now is off the chain
+I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game
+I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game
+But I'm neva gon' die, I neva heard of death
+Energy could neva be destroyed
+Only the flesh, when you niggas try to murder me
+With bullets to my head
+This is my you can't kill me niggas
+I'm already dead, BRING IT!!
+I'm busting bodies fall in the cemetery
+Black blood raining on the street
+All you niggas, buried y'all
+Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens
+Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens
+It's pitiful - what bid could do, especially federal
+Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison
+Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan
+But thought I was dreaming
+I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons
+I cried with every bit of strength of my small body
+This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
+Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up
+You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck
+You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave
+Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade
+You're on top -- WHAT?
+Copy and fuck, I said it first, you repeated
+Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
+Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead
+He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs
+'Stillmatic', still eye 4 an eye, wanna be God
+You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fallen Stars Flying[Verse 1]
+Heavy gold chains and velours, body language boss
+On this highly dangerous course between the streets and up north
+Carti' specs, pray the angels direct my walk
+I just talked with big homie up in federal court
+He was double-crossed, nowadays staying real is a loss
+’Cause cowards prey on niggas with good hearts
+So I pray for them, they violate this way
+I got the K for them, but I refrain from doing Shaitan's work
+We doin' wrong, taking our face off Earth
+Black victory, I envision Tiffany blue coupes
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof," Black youth
+What’s the science? Man, we the fallen stars flying
+
+[Chorus]
+Black youth, flying, fallen stars
+Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
+Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
+Black youth, flying, fallen stars
+Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying
+Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)
+
+[Verse 2]
+When you a strong, stand-tall soldier
+They lean on you, expectin' you not to fall over
+Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel
+So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill
+But the shit start weighin' on me
+Liftin' you up without a day off, homie
+It's gettin' hard, plus the haters on me
+I met a young queen, the little girl asked for my autograph
+She said my verse from "Black Girl Lost" made her find her way
+She said she got tatted wings on her back
+So when she want she can fly away
+[Chorus]
+Black youth, flying, fallen stars
+Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
+Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
+Black youth, flying, fallen stars
+Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying
+Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Pray for them
+Pray for them
+Pray for them
+Pray for them
+
+[Outro]
+Black youth
+Fallen stars flying
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
+No-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
+Black youth, fallen stars
+Black youth, fallen stars
+Black youth, flying high
+Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Triple Threat[Intro: Nature]
+
+[Verse 1: Nature]
+Y'all know my pedigree, hoes blow the gods voluntarily
+We're world wide, my heart pumps where the ghettos be
+Young sharks be telling me, y'all niggas can't swim, y'all drowning
+From my hood to your hood, the anthem, y'all wilding
+I die for my coalition, the foes whispering
+Hating, Wild Gremlins and those that roll with 'em
+So I chose rap, we vamped to neva go back
+Until this life of animosity, the high velocity
+Niggas be on the same team planning to blow shots at me
+Be the same mouths I try to feed
+I write shit, entice it properly, 'til it hurts me
+The same game as James Worthy, they spread my name like it's Herpes
+Nature, niggas on the block boxing me, y'all not complete
+We take this shit to where it gots to be, now smile philosophy
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Sex and money go together like techs and nine shells
+Swiss cheese you and cover it up like Roswell
+Cartel, you ain't seen no iller regime
+The Celest team, prophecy, project warrior, owns property
+Crackers hate it, cops get jealous cause I stay with
+The '98 temporary plates on my whip
+The system thing is not right
+A rich thug could fuck a cop's wife
+Cause I'm on television and live the pop life
+I rock mics, make mills, sound scan sales
+One point whateva records, professional skills
+Money's the root of evil but it'll make you happy
+Don't wanna shoot my people but still they might clap me
+Cause I talk like Dr. Malachi york, played the sidewalk
+Hold fort, diamond plate chain, gold fork
+Get in tune, rich life Ricky for silver spoon
+Frank Lopez's crib, elevators and living room
+[Verse 3: Noreaga]
+Ayo we're still in Queens, same place where we use to be
+Often you won't see us, cause we're usually out touring
+Leave the hood now the hood boring
+NORE, you know me, we're regulating
+Straight from Iraq with QB affiliated
+It's like a higher learning
+From 99th street down to Vernon
+Letting our heat burst burning
+Like henny wet, throwing up my set
+Catch me on star tec, 'bout to set the connect
+Yo sex, drugs, money and murder, beers and sex
+Lands and Lex in the projects
+The 4th floor where we score through our cook-up
+D's shook-up, hit the block and now you look up
+
+[Verse 4: Nature]
+Whispers turning to screams, from screams to hollers
+Fans turn to fanatics, go home and dream about us
+My zone, I need the chronic, my habit daily
+Spitting, rapping fury, I got more steps then Alvin Ailey
+Thousands will feel me, my nickname Braille
+Dietec, the fakest niggas, cause their cliques ain't real
+Each verse be pain filled, force to taking Motrin's
+From the street to the screen, pictures be major motion
+Nature grossing, holding my square where snake's approaching
+React quickly, keeping gats where my dick be
+A buck equal a hundred, so a half is fifty
+Y'all do the math with me, before I hurt you
+It's personal, you and I know, my whole squad be U-N-I-versal
+From blood in to blood out, we thugged out
+Fuck a four-four, I go to snub route, leave you rubbed out
+[Verse 5: Nas]
+Death followed him, before it swallowed him whole
+It was signs he should of read that was inside his soul
+Niggas light dutches to 'em now
+So long miss a mutha fucka but still life goes on
+Hope I'm rich on my last day, clutching some ass
+Nigga said he came in with, got a nut when he passed
+An old man laying dead on my bed, with some young shit
+Screaming out "freedom" when I slumped her chest
+After that, chill, be a bitch with a hex
+Every nigga she sexed, be the next put to rest
+
+[Verse 6: Noreaga]
+Yo since a young sibling, had every flavor Timberland
+Always had a jump shot and always dribbling
+John McEnroe, Jose lay like Casserole
+Doling Mike Tys', the jungle low, cut the china white
+Come check ya, mixed the henny with the nectars
+On straight flights while y'all cats connectors
+If it was up to me, the whole world would be comfortably
+But since its not, y'all niggas stay fucked up
+I think about y'all too much and be bankrupted
+So niggas get yours, I got mines niggas, so what, what?
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Coon Picnic (These are our Heroes)Nas: "This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
+Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our
+Heroes."
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
+Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
+Never got Emmy's but were real to me
+Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
+Cause they said they played they parts well
+Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
+Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
+Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
+Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
+The acceptable Negro -- hell nah
+But they say, "These are our heroes"
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
+Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
+But there's somethin' they don't say
+Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
+From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
+First he played his life cool just like Michael
+Now he rock ice too just like I do
+Yo, you can't do better than that?
+The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
+Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
+Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
+You turn around then you shit on Shaq
+Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
+He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
+Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
+To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
+But you let them use you as an example
+They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
+But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
+But what's your excuse, dude? You talk Black
+But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
+You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
+You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe
+Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
+Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
+These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
+Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
+Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout
+Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
+Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
+Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
+Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
+Fela to Miriam Makeba
+The mirror says you are the next American leader
+So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
+These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
+Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
+But next year, who knows what we'll see?
+Ha-Ha, these are our heroes
+[Hook]
+
+[Nas:] "Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know
+The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
+Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up
+To Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs
+What up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit
+And ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit."
+
+[Male Heckler:] "Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though
+Homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at
+All that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in
+My hood. What type of shit is that?"
+
+[Overlapping dialogue]
+
+[Nas:] "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please
+Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I
+Got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha
+Yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE."
+
+[Thug Heckler:] "Come on man, give back to the hood. Cocky
+Motherfucker!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rare/Unreleased Tracks & Freestyles From Pre-Illmatic To The PresentPre-Illmatic:
+Freestyles-
+
+17 Year Old Freestyle(W/ Commentary At Beginning)
+
+
+(Freestyle) 1st Time On Stretch & Bob
+
+
+(Freestyle) 2nd Time On Stretch & Bob
+
+
+(Freestyle) 3rd Time On Stretch & Bob
+
+
+(Freestyle) The Wake Up Show(Anthem)
+
+
+(Freestyle) Capital Rap Show
+
+Freestyle In The UK
+
+
+Songs(AKA Demo Tape Tracks)-
+
+Nas Will Prevail (Original Version of "It Ain't Hard To Tell":
+
+Number One With A Bullet:
+
+
+Deja Vu:
+
+
+Life Is Like A Dice Game:
+
+
+Understanding:
+
+
+Everything Is Real:
+
+
+On The Real (Original Version):
+
+
+Just Another Day In The Project:
+
+
+Represent 93 (Original):
+
+
+Live From The BBQ:
+
+Back To The Grill:
+
+It Was Written/The Firm:
+
+Freestyles:
+
+Biggie and Nas Freestyle (1995)
+
+Tracks:
+
+Jackin Beats Pt. 1, 2, & 3
+
+Take It In Blood Pt. 2
+
+In Too Deep
+
+I Am/Nastradmus:
+
+Freestyles:
+
+Bonnie & Shyne Freestyle
+
+Songs:
+
+The Second Coming
+Afterlife (Intro)
+
+Almost KingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World Is Yours (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro]
+It's yours
+[Verse 1]
+I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged
+Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
+To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
+Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
+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 facing time like
+Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing
+Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
+And the Nikes on my feet makes my cipher complete
+Whether cruising in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep
+I can't call it; the beats make me falling asleep
+I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
+I'm out for presidents to represent me
+I'm out for presidents to represent me
+I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
+
+[Hook]
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+[Verse 2]
+To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
+To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
+My insight enlights vision words of wisdom
+Niggas pay me in tuition to listen
+The murder paragraphs of mysticism
+Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds
+So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free
+Son I need weed to proceed
+Change the flow speed
+I'm gettin' vexed Giuliani at 666
+There's no days for broke days sellin' smoke pays
+I tote the chocolate potent Phillies never wrote roach-sprayed
+Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted Castle
+The mic's my religion the system is the devil's lasso
+And yo, the trife life is most influential
+The colors on mens skin and pens is coincidental
+How you livin', large or broker
+You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers
+Catchin' court papers gettin' broker
+[Hook]
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+[Verse 3]
+I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
+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, 1,000 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, flip, fill the clip to the tip
+Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
+And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
+Headed for Indiana, stabbing bitches like the Phantom
+The crew is lampin', Ill Will style
+Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
+Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove
+Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames
+Plus the games people play
+I check the dames plus the games people play
+Bust the problems of the world today
+
+[Hook]
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world is this
+The world is yours, the world is yoursEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On The Road Again[Verse 1]
+I wouldn't marry a black woman here's the reason why
+(Why)
+Black women's evil, do things on the sly
+(No)
+You look for your supper to be good and hot
+(Hot)
+She never put the neck bone in the pot
+
+[Hook 1]
+She's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(She's on the road again)
+She's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(On the road again)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I went to my window, my window was propped
+I went to my door, my door was locked
+I stepped right back, I shook my head
+A big black nigga's in my folding bed
+I shot through the window, I broke the glass
+I never seen a little nigga run so fast
+[Hook 2]
+He's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(On the road again)
+He's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+God, a natural-born eastman
+(On the road again)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Your friend at your house just to rest his hat
+Next thing he wanna know where your husband's at
+She says "I don't know he's on his way to the pen"
+Come on mama, let's get on the road again
+
+[Hook 3]
+She's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(She's on the road again)
+He's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(On the road again)
+[Verse 4]
+I'm with my black woman let me tell you
+(Why)
+Black women's evil, do things on the sly
+(No)
+You look for your supper to be good and hot
+(Hot)
+She never put the neck bone in the pot
+
+[Hook 1]
+She's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(She's on the road again)
+She's on the road again
+(Just as sure as you're born)
+Lord, a natural-born eastman
+(On the road again)
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah!
+Uh-huh
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Are They Now? (West Coast Remix)[Intro]
+This is a Core DJ Exclusive....
+
+[Nas]
+Ayo, check it out, this is Nas
+Is Hip-Hop dead or is it still alive? Ha ha
+Well, check it out
+Right about now, I'm ridin' with my homies from the Westside
+(West Coast)
+Showin' love
+(West Coast)
+I asked where are they now?
+(West Coast)
+2007, they right here, yeah
+(Where are they now?)
+
+[Breeze]
+Yo, it's time to rhyme, keep it in mind, I'm gifted
+With the strength to go the length, and if it’s
+Rough enough to keep the crowd wonderin'
+Breeze and L.A. Posse (Where are they now?)
+Still layin' in the land of the palm trees
+Warm breeze, sippin' on Dom P, still chillin' with King T
+Slowed on MCin’, pass the series green
+Gettin' money off the words I spit, yet still gee-in'
+Still the young son but now a nigga got a baby girl
+Tryin’ to raise her right and guide her through this crazy world
+Still got a slow flow and fast raps know
+Reppin' twenty years, still gettin' ASCAP checks
+Still, spittin' the truth when I mentor the youth
+On how to be professional when they step in the booth
+And never cuppin' the mic so you can hear me clear
+Nas wondered, yo, where are they now?
+I'm right here, G
+[KAM]
+Goddamn, that nigga KAM back on the scene
+With the O.G. West on the same team
+Hittin' corners in a Six-Trey Chevrolet
+Ragtop Impala, gettin' dollars every day
+For pushin' heavy yay to this rap shit
+Fuckin' with niggas I done put L.A. on the map wit’
+So that the legacy lasts long
+We're givin' it up for all the homies that done passed on
+And you can check Bobcat’s file
+He can tell you who we are, what we did and where we at now
+This bullshit, niggas tired of that
+Fools runnin' they mouth, so where the Southside riders at?
+
+[Hook: Breeze, KAM, Nas, King T]
+Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+(West Coast)
+Everybody talkin' about this South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+West Coast, yeah, Nas's ridin' with you right here
+(The who?)
+West Coast
+
+[King T]
+Hey, watch it resurrect from the jump
+House shoes, Khaki suit, riot gauge pump
+Black Raider hat with ‘Bitch Please’ on the side
+Central and Greenleaf, 1989
+Just in time, King T pushed the line
+The G's had to have it, Eazy and Dre had it
+I was a damn fool, now dudes wanna act it
+(Where are they now?) He's still active
+We go back like the Jheri Curl shag
+When Pooh was from the Gate, Bobcat was from the Aves
+I was in that green 6-4 with the rag pull back in slow motion
+T-La showboatin'
+They lookin' for that West Coast Trojan
+Thought to be in exile but I'm just posted
+Blessed to be the best to crack the West Coast open
+King T-La back, muthafucka, it's a wrap
+[Candyman]
+The C-A- to the N-D-Y-The-M-A-N
+I still melt in your mouth, not in your hand
+I love to hear the story, again and again
+But it originated from this man, The Candyman
+Damn, it feels good to hear my West Coast peers
+Makes me wanna shed a tear for the ones who ain't here
+I was just a young player in these Westside streets
+Motivated to be innovative like Ice-T
+King T, Toddy Tee
+R.I.P. to Mixmaster Spade, MC Trouble, Rudy Pardee
+And it's a trip to witness trap rap
+When I’m on the first album cover with Eazy-E doin' that shit way back
+Hell yeah, we need a new West, Dirty South respects
+I remember doin' shows out there
+They never tripped off the Westside
+Spend all their chips at the Best Buy
+Groovin' like they just don't care
+
+[Threat]
+No mistakes, can’t get away
+Dumpin' with them funky rhymes
+Yep, that's MC Deadly Threat
+They play him on the radio all the time
+I love my folks, I love my G's
+They can't kill Cali, they love my weed
+West Coast done it, East Coast did it
+Then the South came wit’ it like ‘let's go get it’
+Red Ghost did it like the ones before me
+The batterram came and took all the glory
+I got an Army like Uncle Jamm’s
+K-D-A-Y bumped the jam
+Bobcat, Battlecat and DJ Pooh
+L.A., S.C., but we say Zuu
+It still never rain or snow in Cali
+We're gettin' blunted in the back of the bowling alley, like..
+[Hook: Breeze, KAM]
+Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+(West Coast)
+Everybody talkin' about the South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+Where are they now?
+
+[Ice-T]
+This is it, dope from the fly kid
+Iceberg bang for the West, servin' a life bid
+Westside nigga for life, ride or die
+I get so gangsta, I stay so fly
+Saggin' my Khakis, reppin' my flag
+Nigga, break out the gun, bitch, let's play tag
+Every day in the street, somebody calls me Cube
+I tell ‘em that's my loved one, but it’s Ice-T, dude
+I come from that Crenshaw strip, ya heard?
+It’s way Cripped up, chrome when the 6-4 lift up
+It's hard to rock a party, L.A. don't like nobody
+Niggas rather pop the trunks and dump shotties
+
+[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
+I'mma show my nigga Nas what I got in my garage
+Yeah, my publishin' is large, water fountains in my yard
+The Posse left Broadway to get ‘em on the glass
+I got class, but still I like a fat ass
+Mix-A-Lot sheenin' with this S-Class gleamin'
+Aggressive pimp leanin’, marked the game like a demon
+From TVs to movies, Hollywood use my shit
+Seven-figure years keep comin’. Who's your pimp?
+F430 with these black paddle shifters
+This may not uplift ya but I'm still takin' pictures
+And I'm lovin' all you sisters, Mix'll never disrespect ya
+Westside vet; you need your paper? I'll connect ya
+
+[Hook: CMG from The Conscious Daughters]
+Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+(West Coast)
+Everybody is talkin' about the South and the East Coast
+But what about the West Coast?
+(The who?)
+The West Coast
+
+[CMG from The Conscious Daughters]
+It's the rhyme-spittin' kitten you’re never hittin’
+The legendary, all-time great phenomenal female
+Monarch, hittin' charts
+Flowamatic nine spitta shoot like darts, blowin' bitches apart
+It's The Conscious Daughters, still stompin' over soil
+Holla at your folks, the females is royal
+Bay Area OGs, still gettin' cheese
+Like we sidin' on the block with 'Pac and Eazy-EEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Legendary (Mike Tyson)"Ladies and gentleman
+In this corner
+The champion of champions
+From Catskill, New York
+Iron Mike Tyson"
+And in the other corner
+The lyrical champion
+Hailing from Queensbridge, New York
+Is the one and only
+Nas
+
+And now, ladies and gentlemen and boxing fans joining us around the world.  IT'S SHOWTIME!
+
+Verse 1:
+Spirit of the streets
+Walks in the ring
+From Brownsville to spar fit
+To boxing king
+Man or machine, an animal
+Physical strength and intelligence
+But that type of intellect
+Y'all respect
+To connect those punches
+Still as a kid he stole lunches
+To mak'in millions and the hundreds
+Chaotic conscience
+The rage, the stage, the grander
+Had to endorse slander
+Took it like a man
+Cause the mighty stand alone
+In the bigger ring hole
+The penitentiary
+Barbed wire and stone was amp up
+They locked a champ up
+Even my brains in handcuff
+The robin hood, seasonal santa
+And y'all give him nothin to begin with
+Dilapidated buildings
+The drug epidemics
+Historical stories
+Pain, love and glory
+Mike Tyson
+Never see another like him
+? voice over: Speed
+Nas: strength
+? : skill
+Nas: Power
+? : Accuracy
+Nas: Legacy
+? : Victorious
+Nas: Legendary
+
+Verse 2:
+True legend
+His hands was two weapons
+Understand this minds a true blessing
+Designer jewels and diamond
+A modern day Jack Johnson
+Flying private jets and fully protect'in
+Automized with ladies Godiva complexions
+Lots of sex'in
+Hung with a lot of stars
+Learned a lot of lessons
+Between dead homies and best friends
+And getting domed out in stretch Benz
+Educated from the hood and pestilence
+The dead presidents don't see your pockets
+You just gett'in
+You got a full court press for them
+Benjamins, I've seen money be the death of men
+It's a warriors world
+Only the strong survive
+Who's next to try
+Who's next to be the next
+T-Y-S-O-N
+He gave us hope
+May the best man win
+
+Outro chorus:
+Iron Mike is in the house
+Nas: Strength
+Iron Mike is in the house
+Nas: Power
+Iron Mike is in the house
+Nas: Legacy
+Iron Mike is in the house
+Nas: Legendary
+(repeat)
+
+DJ Green Lantern:
+This is an invasion man
+Best of both offices, what's good
+Team Invasion, let's go man, let's get money!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Desert StormYo this Nas niggas whuttup?
+QB Album coming, niggas ill Will, Bravehearts
+My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas
+Desert Storm baby 2000!
+
+A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki, get out the game
+Cause entertainment money now is off the chain
+I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game
+I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game
+But I'm never gon' die, I never heard of death
+Energy could never be destroyed, only the flesh
+So when you niggas try to murder me with bullets to my head
+This is why you can't kill me niggas I'm already dead, BRING IT!
+I'm busting, bodies fall in the cemetery
+Black blood raining on the street
+All you niggas, buried y'all!
+Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens
+Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens
+It's pitiful - what a bid could do, especially federal
+Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison
+Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan
+But thought I was dreaming
+I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons
+I cried with every bit of strength of my small body
+This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
+Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up
+You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck
+You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave
+Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade
+You on top - WHAT?
+Copying fuck, I said it first, you repeated
+Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
+Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead
+He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs
+Still-matic, still eye 4 an eye, wannabe God
+You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Top Down[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
+Swizzy!
+Wherever you are (Shine)
+Whoever you are (Shine)
+Wherever you are (Shine)
+Whoever you are (Shine)
+Wherever you are (Shine)
+Whoever you are (Shine)
+Hey, Hey, I told ya
+
+[Hook]
+Ridin’ with my top down, and my jewelry on
+Hey, I’m just getting my hood on
+I’m just, I’m just, doing my thing
+I’m just, I’m just, (pimp) doing my thing
+Hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey
+I said I’m ridin with my top down, and my jewelry on
+Hey, I’m just getting my hood on
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+It’s the late night greasy spoon patron
+Poolhall making
+Big bets, midsection got the 8 in
+Dior Christian pimpin’
+Got that penal system diction
+Riffing, you don’t want it you snitchin’
+Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR
+Try to kill me I’m the leader, that’s coup d’etat
+Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black
+Bitches want my chipped tooth back
+Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
+Squeeze the fifth with a grip as I dip
+From the paparazzi
+Still playing numbers (you can’t stop me)
+Still wearing bundles, and spark weed
+If I ever say “Queens get ‘em”, you know they got me
+Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef
+So lead by example, or get trampled
+Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the end
+Congratulations in order ’cause we did it again
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The chain’s offensive
+Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage
+The two Tec Don in Yukon’s and Benzes
+Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants
+The Apprentice but not Trump
+I’m the nigga with Glocks and pumps
+That you don’t see much
+Sucker free from chumps
+Homes with cobblestones in front of ‘em
+He’s got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son
+Don’t make me have you running from a hundred guns
+Don’t make me grab your only son
+I’m coming from
+A place Tanqueray and weed’s the only escape
+From phonies who hate
+When you rolling with papes
+That’s why the God party with juicy models
+They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano – hardly
+Have to tell y’all, I kill y’all
+For spitting songs that involve me nigga
+Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I got the armour tucked with the no drama luck
+Tatted up, everywhere, my neck, arms and stuff
+Like I roll my body around on wet comic books
+The Dalai Lama prodded up, lighting chronic up
+Ugh, of course I’m at it again
+When I do it you know N, I throw caution to the wind
+I talk about the life I’m in
+But I swear to God I may never write again
+But if I hit em hard, they say the World must kneel
+Baddest girls gon lick my Tim’ boot heel
+Sayin’ Nas running out of time
+This is my last chance
+Gotta shoots to kill, this is my last dance
+I say hell nah, don dadda
+Goons act fly, fly swat ya
+Rapping ducks, modern day dracula’s
+What you coming out your caskets for
+This game been dead but guess who came back for more
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Nature Shines[Verse 1]
+Queensbridge, 41st side
+Yo yo yo
+I gots no birth records, no next of kin
+Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
+Know the weather checkin 1010 WINS AM
+First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
+Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
+Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose cuz you gon' lose
+I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
+Keep showin y'all what difficult is
+Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
+What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
+Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
+Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
+I repeat this is not a question
+If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
+Keep the Glock by the intestines, .38 waist
+Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell
+
+[Hook]
+Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
+There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
+I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
+We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
+We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
+Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
+We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)
+[Verse 2]
+Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
+Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
+Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
+And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
+Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
+Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
+I rap for math, english, even rap for science
+Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
+I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
+It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
+New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
+Rappin got me two proper nuts
+It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
+White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
+Creamed out, dope stashin
+For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
+Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
+Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
+Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
+In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
+Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
+Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
+I watch the game like it's Saint John's
+It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
+Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
+In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
+Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
+Once I quit, niggas wanted more
+Cop my shit once it come in store
+The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
+Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
+One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse
+[HookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s a Bitch (Arsenal Mix)[Verse 1: AZ]
+Visualizing the realism of life in actuality
+Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
+And my mentality is money-orientated
+I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
+Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters
+But somethin' musta got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
+Now some rest in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
+Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition
+Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us
+Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
+Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
+But as long as we leaving thievin'
+We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough, so
+Until that day we expire and turn to vapors
+Me and my capers, will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
+Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high
+Cause life's a bitch and then you die
+
+[Hook: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+That's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+That's why we puff lye
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+[Bridge 1: Nas]
+Times is Illmatic
+Times is Illmatic
+Times is Illmatic
+(Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it)
+
+[Bridge 2: ?]
+You gotta get the ground beneath your feet partner
+Get the wind behind your back
+Ride the blades of Glory if you got to
+Otherwise you ain't shit
+You might as well be (?) your damn self
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing
+The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
+My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
+One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created
+Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
+Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
+My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
+Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
+When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard
+Robbin foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels, and rip their green cards
+Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and
+Got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
+Now I think about cash in abundance
+Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds
+I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow"
+That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
+Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
+I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
+Times is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
+I Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
+[Hook: AZ]
+
+[Bridge 1: Nas]
+
+[Outro: Arsenal]
+Yea, you know the flavor, Nas and AZ on the remix joint
+This is another explosion from the Arsenal
+Yes, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nas’ Angels... The FlyestWord word word word
+
+[Nas]
+I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
+Check out my jewelry piled in your faces
+Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
+Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
+It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to masochist
+Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world, I laugh as if
+Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
+But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
+Fallen angel after them halos
+Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
+Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like Entenmann's and Breyers
+The flyest
+
+[Hook]
+You got to be the flyest
+I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
+Jeans, but you can work it like that
+You got to be the flyest
+You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
+Cause you can work it like that
+You got to be the flyest
+You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
+Cause you can work it like that
+You got to be the flyest
+You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
+You work it like that
+[Nas]
+Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
+Your CD needs me, keep it kickin' like Del Greco
+Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
+For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
+Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
+G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
+Elbow out the left window, K's on the right
+Canary out her ears, you know she playing them right
+Hilton style, Billionaire Boys club
+Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us
+Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust
+When I hit them full thrust, full throttle
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Nas]
+Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
+To move an eight, every night was my passion
+Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
+Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
+I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
+Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
+It's at my mind, just a mystery school
+Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
+Mami hit me with some moves
+I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
+Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
+I been okay with these warmers
+Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous
+[Hook]
+
+Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2)
+You got to be Nas's Angel
+You can be Charlie's Angel
+You can be Nas's AngelEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto (Remix)[Intro: Sample]
+Forget the terrorist alerts, we need some ghetto alerts
+Information we could use, you know:
+“Ray-Ray’s on parole, stay off the streets”
+Invasion!
+The Evil Genius
+Green Lantern!
+
+[Chorus]
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
+There's only one Nas, 'bout a hundred thousand yous
+You lose money chasing women
+Never lose women chasing money
+Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry
+Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
+Morgues full of niggas who the last shit they ate in they stomach
+Spinach and steak, GORE-TEX boot print still on his face
+It’s still on his face when we visit his wake
+Whatever's undone, I'd do it
+Fight against a whole army, one gun I'll use it
+Some Sun Tzu shit (Green Lantern)
+Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
+You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
+I stay in deceitful conversations
+With creeps with foul natures
+Attempted murders trials, the basics
+Threatening the witnesses
+And relatives of dead victims, it’s the shit we live
+(Ghetto!) Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
+Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie
+Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me?
+See the 'gnac got to me, then the gat got to me
+Then, the homies on the block with the stacks of money
+Then, these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me
+Then, lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
+Man, I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me
+[Chorus:]
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”
+
+[Interlude: DJ Green Lantern & Joell Ortiz]
+Yo, Joell Ortiz, man, go in! (Yaowa!)
+Yo, Green, let’s take ‘em on a ride through the ghetto!
+
+[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
+Planet Earth (Yaowa), the land of the worst, handle ya turf
+Cannons’ll burst and break the wrists of amateur jerks (Huh!)
+Damn, it’ll hurt to know your man in that hearse
+I seen it ten times (For real)
+They get a small article, never the headlines (Damn)
+Candles in the lobby next to empty ‘gnac bottles
+Niggas drunk, talking shit
+Like, “When they see this Mac nozzle,” but (What?)
+Nothing ever happens
+Even if it do, nothing ever happens (Nah!)
+We don’t talk and that ain’t gutter if you yapping
+In the ghetto (Woo!), you could ask a nigga mother what happened and get a echo
+Where I’m from, it’s so bad (Bad)
+Bunch of ignorant motherfuckers with no dads
+Or he there but he don’t care
+'Cause he nursing his dope hab’ (For real)
+And when him and they moms argue, he always throw jabs
+So they grip a chrome mag
+And walk around like “Who want a toe-tag?” (What up?)
+Fiending to leave a head see-through like a coat bag
+If your life slightly something like the one that Joe had
+Then you... (Ghetto!)
+Group of Ps, scoop cheese, duck Ds, and squeeze (C’mon)
+Breeze in old hoopties bumping new Ortiz (Ah!)
+And the hoochies please Gs by getting on they knees
+Giving the body part what Scarecrow needs (Haha!)
+I’m living my life, the shit that I write is from my heart, my word
+So go in your pocket, grab a Sharpie, homie, mark my words
+If anybody interfere with me and these bucks
+I ain’t only ending careers, dog, I’m beating you up
+I’m still ghetto!
+[Chorus:]
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking”
+(Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on”
+“So you know I seen it all before”EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Affirmative Action (Remix)[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
+Check it, uhh
+Protect this, nigga, for the necklace, I throw the death wish
+The pretty slim sex shit to rep this
+Remember Fox said this, we on some next shit
+We are blessed this, the scars on our back mean we meant this
+To lie for 'em, the 25-sentence to keep my eyes on 'em
+I'm straight, knowin' Allah'll shine on 'em
+Shitty drugs and drama, opposite 3 pretty thugs and a don mama
+Fill in the rest, the steel in they chest
+When Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over and we laid out
+Chill, I was open off the way he ate out
+It was real, for real, I was fuckin' with mills and he was frag-ile
+You wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin'
+On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin'
+We lucked it, I know the trick bitch he fuck with
+On some duct shit, heard through the grape that she suck dick
+Firm, Sos and Esco, mad loco, Fox and 'Mega for whatever
+And through this cheddar, we gon' stay family 'til we fry, though
+The fam will never split even if one of us got old
+Along with our Kikos, we gon' blaze 'til the brick goes
+Peep the Na-Na, sweet taboo, 'The Firm' tattooed on the ta-ta
+Now, tell me what crew will hold it down like we do, Da-Da?
+
+[Verse 2: AZ]
+'Til the death of this, murderous moves pursue effortless
+Iced necklace, high-priced dressed executives
+Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina
+.44 nickel-plate long with the silencer
+Play for keeps, any shut-eye, you stay sleep
+Shit remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep
+Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek
+Devil life biz, now, who left controllin' the streets?
+No intelligence, strictly slow niggas minds are negligent
+It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence
+We're all for livin', heavyweight Firm division
+Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion
+You know the steez, take aim; cock and squeeze
+It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates
+Next up? (Yo, I believe that's me)
+Aiyo 'Mega, represent for the family
+[Verse 3: Cormega]
+Aiyo, the Feds got me in the Top 10
+'Cause when my door got knocked in, my .44 made cops spin
+My sinister mind shines like a Dillinger
+'Mega exhausted, baby-faced crime emperor
+Yo, life is based on cultures and creeds
+And peep the way drugs feed a thug nigga's seeds
+I've seen niggas lined up, handcuffed and tied-up
+Coke prices rise when drug supplies dry-up
+The Millennium drives up, rims semi blind ya eyes temporarily
+Mind of 'Mega be heavily armed for felonies
+Shine you could never see, the next phat cat out of NYC
+It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics
+Livin' since my real niggas bailed me out of prison
+A lot of schemes 'cause the narcotics team in Queens
+Have more dollars than the knowledge of fiends
+My dream is the legacy of Montana treasury
+Fake thugs couldn't even take slugs or bury me
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+To all thoroughbreds takin' the corners, y'all need to join us
+Firm — most powerful nation of rap performers
+High-class generals, confidants, payin' lawyers
+Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, Green Beret warriors
+Fakes, I peep 'em like the J. Kennedy tape
+In the nude with Jude, bustin' all in her face
+In other words, yo, you see-through
+My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth
+We all eat 'cause I speak truth
+Uneducated black youth, street diploma
+Teach Greeks and Romans but the legacy was stolen
+It's a Firm thing, generally gleam
+I wrote the theme on how to sell a million
+While you crabs is mad at ya promotion team
+I roll with the nicest, Fox, black Isis pushin' Benz without a license
+Gear tight as vice-grips
+Nas got 19 wifies, 7 sheisty, 9 of 'em Pisces
+3 white meats under Tai Chi
+Wildin', big links is heavy like bricks
+That you throw on a pit-bull neck while feedin' him raw steak
+It's core take, more cake, I take the crown
+Off the so-called king of the town and lock it down
+[Outro: Jungle]
+Yeah, dun, that's it, dun, y'all niggas rip that shit, yo, word is bond
+That's that real shit for all y'all fake motherfuckers out there, yo
+That's how we do it from Queensbridge, nigga
+The Firm, what!
+This is Jungle, yo, big Jungle, boy, what!?
+Y'all niggas don't want it
+Yo, Style, if these niggas don't know right now, yo
+Fuck all them niggas thenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Remix)[Intro]
+It ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 1]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
+The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
+My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
+Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
+‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Chorus]
+It ain't hard to tell
+It ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 2]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop
+Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
+It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
+Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
+[Chorus]
+It ain't hard to tell
+It ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 3]
+This rhythmatic explosion
+Is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep; well, let me try again
+Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
+Vocals will squeeze Glocks
+MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Chorus]
+It ain't hard to tell
+It ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Never Knows[Verse 1: Nas]
+In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
+Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and can't cope
+Niggas on my dick beef don't stop
+Niggas asking what happened to the Firm
+Did you and AZ bone Fox? No
+How was it working with Dre though?
+Heard you was fucking Lil Kim and Mary J, Whoa , the list goes on
+There is rumors that Brandy broke my heart
+The world want to know what's in the life of the prettiest Don
+Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's?
+Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of
+Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life
+Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife
+It's true, me and 2Pac once stepped to each other
+Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers
+As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
+I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard
+What your hearing is a replica
+I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses
+Double edges playing both sides of the fences
+
+[Hook: Lake & Nas]
+Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
+One never knows do one
+The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
+One never knows do one
+The stuff that I've done what I've become
+One never knows do one
+Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
+One never knows...
+[Verse 2: Lake]
+The streets say what up wit Lake, not showin his face
+And did he really shoot at the Jake's?
+When he just came home, and dude shot at Capone, for his necklace
+Why was Lake name mentioned?
+Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
+Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
+Who's writing his rhymes? He is
+Do he be with kingpins like Delson and Jesus, what was he thinking?
+On Revolutionary Warfare when he said, He's a modern day Hitler
+Did he shoot more niggas, Than every dude in QueensBridge?
+Why his last case made the daily news in June?
+Do he have the strength to unify heads from BX to Harlem?
+Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects?
+Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off
+
+[Hook: Lake & Nas]
+Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
+One never knows do one
+The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
+One never knows do one
+The stuff that I've done what I've become
+One never knows do one
+Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
+One never knows...
+[Verse 3: Nas & Lake]
+Ayo, these niggas don't understand me
+There's going to be a murder, my reason: insanity
+The acts in the involvement with a homicide, Nas
+Who did you shoot at the time when you could've got robbed?
+Do you call yourself a prophet of God?
+Did your hood set fire to your car in your projects in '95'?
+Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
+Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
+Yo, what happened to Puffy and Steve Stoute?
+Why did they scuffle with champagne bottles smashing, what was it about?
+My video nailed to the cross
+Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
+They ask everyday on my block
+How did I survive in [?] by keeping it gangsta, why Nas
+Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions?
+Cause Esco's weak, I start a new line a ILL one
+
+[Hook: Lake & Nas]
+Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
+One never knows do one
+The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
+One never knows do one
+The stuff that I've done what I've become
+One never knows do one
+Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
+One never knows...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Already Know[Verse 1]
+Man, Prince was a pimp, Apollonia, Vanity
+Sheila E. had me on the edge of insanity
+Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar
+Here I am, this is the future, I'm where the woman are
+Rocking with Tim and Bob, y'all need me, shine a spotlight up
+In the sky like Batman, I pops right up
+This is Nas, hate if you must hate
+Been hot since the days of cassette tapes
+T-shirts over the thermals dripped in our memories
+Sipping that Hennessy .4-5th in my denim jeans
+She told me she was my eyelashes
+When we hump, I grunt just like a bull mastiff
+They call me the best who ever did it
+Only in the club one minute guess who I slip with
+A chocolate dyke ghetto thing sweet
+We going to pop tonight, bon appetit
+
+[Chorus]
+Do you know who I am? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+What we can't hold hands? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+You got to leave by three? You with me?
+La lalala I already know
+So until next week? You know, ma
+La lalala I already know
+[Verse 2]
+You know, mirror, mirror on the wall
+Who's the nastiest sexiest thug of them all?
+I seen her in the mall, she was wearing home
+Degarsole keyoke mose cherry cologne
+She was looking very alone
+'Til this big weightlifting Mr. Universe clone starts grabbing her own
+But she can't stop looking I'm in the zone
+One look at the kid she taking of her stone
+Cash crazy, ass crazy, hair long
+And baby amaze me because I'm in rare form
+She like an ice cold bowl of post honeycomb
+Followed me in the shop while I cop Nina Simone
+Tap me on the shoulder I told her I'm on the phone
+I played it off well nobody was on the cell
+Shit, she said the tone?
+She said, "Excuse me mister so and so should I leave you alone?"
+I said
+
+[Chorus]
+Do you know who I am? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+What we can't hold hands? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+You got to leave by three? You with me?
+La lalala I already know
+So until next week? You know, ma
+La lalala I already know
+[Break]
+Tick-tock, tick-tock time is passing
+Hello?
+Turn the television off, focus here
+
+[Verse 3]
+You know, lover not a fighter
+I'm the vagina liner re-constructor, bed sheet ruffler
+For you freak girls undercover who loves ya?
+I'm not a priest don't front for me, but step in my confessional
+That's the bedroom, tell the truth I'll be impressional
+Wait before you pass your collection plate
+Show me you a professional so we straight?
+She tried to kiss my lips, but no I don't do that
+Want me to kiss my lips but not with a new jack
+Few stacks spend my chips, yeah I do that
+See the problem with you women is, look I got 'em
+You can hear a mouse piss on cotton
+You don't wanna miss it then listen, stop stressing the man
+We out to get as much sex as we can
+And you roll with the plan, shorty you lie
+But you gotta leave, 2:45
+
+[Chorus]
+Do you know who I am? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+What we can't hold hands? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+You got to leave by three? You with me?
+La lalala I already know
+So until next week? You know, ma
+La lalala I already know
+Do you know who I am? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+What we can't hold hands? And she says
+La lalala I already know
+You got to leave by three? You with me?
+La lalala I already know
+So until next week? You know, ma
+La lalala I already knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Get Down: Episode 1 - Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A TreasureI came from the city
+Yeah, got my name from the city
+Where? The most dangerous city
+Let's take a trip back, back into time
+1977, it was maximum crime
+The President neglected us, him and 6 masterminds
+6 powerful men put New York through some drastic times
+The rich and selfish ones, feed off the welfare ones
+And which borough suffered the worst? Hmm, where I'm from
+The Bronx
+We had to rumble with rivals on the rubble
+While buildings around us would crumble
+I dreamed right but it seemed like nothin' found me but trouble
+I see the light, it's right there at the end of the tunnel
+Had to find my rope, to pull me up
+Cause I needed some kind of hope, to fill me up
+'Til I met one guy, took me under the wing
+I could have died if this man ain't intervene
+He was an orphan, my savior, free spirited
+No man braver, he was honored and gifted
+His name was Shaolin Fantastic, the lady-killin' romantic
+Can't forget the day we met, and this story recants it
+But yo my life began last year, sophomore of high school
+That summer I saw her, said to myself, "She'll be my wife soon"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Accident Murderers (Remix)[Verse 1: Nas]
+You cocked back
+You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man
+He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man
+You missed him by inches, he sprinted
+Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
+Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
+You took the life of him
+The part about it that's crazy, you was aiight with him
+Tight with him, why was he in the way?
+Why was he standin' next to the enemy that specific day?
+His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
+Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
+Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
+Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
+They never had no probs
+Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
+These two different personalities had to collide
+Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
+You ask why, cause of a
+[Hook: Nas]
+Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
+Liars brag, you put work in
+You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
+Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
+Accident murderer
+You just a accident murderer
+[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
+We grew up doin' graffiti
+Now hollows is gettin' heated
+Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weeded
+Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
+But fuck 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us up
+Twenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonight
+We the Marlboro, Marley Marlin' all through the night
+Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
+Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's Insh'Allah
+Memoirs of a rich nigga
+Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
+New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
+You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo
+Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my clique
+Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips
+In a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell your soul
+This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't
+[Hook]
+[Bridge: Nas]
+Accident murderer, accident murderer
+You just an accident murderer
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
+Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya
+And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
+How they gon' kill that beautiful sista?
+Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
+Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessin'
+Tell me who you impressin'?
+Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
+Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' wrestlin'
+Watch 'em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin'
+But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin' where the respect went
+Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
+Can't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they reckless
+Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?
+Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
+Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
+You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: Ryan Leslie]
+Born on June 4th - the mind of a Gemini
+Plight of a societal OutKast - Aquemeni
+You bought a hammer just to silence the clamour
+For another real G on the block, after your man got popped
+When shots rang out, you ran for cover
+Bought your first gun, spent a couple grand for another four
+Told your mom you was preparing for war
+She signed the shape of the cross each time you ran out the door
+But you ain't never had the mind of a killer
+You was more of an actor - with the movement of a small time dealer
+When the feds came they got you for light work
+Facing a few years, defence attorney told you it might work
+To cop a plea and turn informant - you could save a few tenants
+And at the same time reduce your sentence
+You wore a wire to the home of your old supplier
+And when they raided, you ain't make it - you was caught in the fire
+Of an accident murderer
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You’re Da Man (Original Version)[Verse 1]
+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 flame
+Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
+Nas – too real, Nas – true king
+It's however you feel, go '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 coming
+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 changing 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 cheque
+And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
+But look at me now, ten years deep
+Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep
+I never asked to be top of rap's elite
+Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets
+But look at me now
+[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]
+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
+
+[Verse 2]
+At church on my hand was a preacher's blood
+I swallowed dirt from a graveyard in need of love
+I vomit blunt residue. I want revenue, dreaming
+And pump lead at you devils trying to make my freedom
+It drove me crazy, the day I drank my own urine, my own semen
+With a nine to my brain
+But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
+And diamond rings can poison a rap star
+Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
+I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
+Wish I could flap wings and fly away
+To where black kings in Ghana stay
+So I could get old, my flesh rot 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 swimming 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 hurting 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
+.45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
+In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
+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
+[Chorus: Sugar Man sample]
+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
+You're the man, you're the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Talk Of New YorkYo
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Yo
+The trains are New York Veins
+The cities a cycle
+People are the blood stream
+Mean and ice cold
+Laid back
+Counter clockwise
+The dice roll
+Yank hats
+Gang flags
+Plane crash
+Ground Zero
+No lost angels
+Ain't you from my from my man's and them area?
+It's good to meet you
+Ya man did 20 years for some FILA sneakers right
+True
+Had the 560 benz
+Light blue
+Where ed shot himself in the stomach
+Smoke the dust
+He let the culture culture bust
+Back when we took the D train uptown
+Shante and her whole crew
+Groovy hair style
+Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts
+Gold teeth smirks
+At mark 125th
+Hope the heat work
+Few numbers I bagged
+Then caught a cab back
+To Jamaica Ave by the library
+Seen the part of shabazz
+[Hook:]
+New New York New York York York
+(all to those who live in Queens know just what I"m talking)
+New New York New York York York
+(all to those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talking)
+New New York New York York York
+(all to those that live in Harlem know just what I'm talking)
+New New York New York York York
+(all to those from South Bronx know just what I'm talking)
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Skate Key
+Empire USA
+Rooftop
+2 O'clock
+Skates off break north
+To the rink
+Minks
+Springfield in Newark
+The 6 borough Jerz
+Car jack city
+The GW bridge
+The Coop City
+Popo's hot
+Glocks in your Benzy box
+Stash
+And we move fast
+Dropped off Miss Pretty
+Shakes her ass to the building
+Knowing I just killed it
+Dudes in front of her door blocks her entrance
+Asking her "who she been with?"
+She laughs "mind ya business"
+Tinted windows
+Pop dutches with box cutters
+Drop brothers off at comstock to see locked brothers
+Hick town up in New York State
+Jakes
+Hate a black New York face
+Jumping out the phantom with the Baps
+Planet of the Apes
+With the hammers on her waist
+Gorillas in the tristate of
+[Hook:]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+It dont matter if I been out of town
+Cigar lounge
+Doing rounds of tequila
+Soon as I touch down
+In NYC streets
+The heat is on
+The Talk
+Who said what
+I catch up on
+The New Teflon Don
+Who got they death bond
+Who still stable
+Where beef got squash at the round table
+Who still holding it
+Who hanging with snitches
+Couple of Zulu's from back in the days who still up in clinton
+No more hand shakes fake arm swing
+See if your flinching
+Need to hold something thats mention in every nigga sentence
+When I get it you got it
+D's went up in the project
+Bail a couple of homies out
+No doubt
+Ferrari's in the summer
+When its the hummer
+Or the turtle top band satellite
+Spilling drinks
+Hitting potholes with savage types
+Club 17 marque
+The team flash
+Next day hit the spas and the steam bath
+Knock out this business
+Do some promo
+Make paper in the grind capital
+Sign a graph then hit the hood
+See the folks reminisce on how it was
+In the most powerful city that i love NEW YORKEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Hardest Thing Is to Stay AliveSo many niggas get fucked up in the game
+See that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game"
+Cause its not no fuckin game
+When you hear shells coming at cha
+Hot Ones from a shotgun I bet nigga runs faster
+Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster
+Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit
+Quick to take his signin you taking every bodies package
+Money over Bitches was a loyal practice
+So you act as if money was no object
+Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects
+Epcot center linins for ya bitches, roli's for dogs
+Now we in the mall slayin by his bitches
+Everyday I reminiscing how he was living having fun
+Cause any day could have led to prison
+Not for a short bid cause if the feds ever caught kid
+It be like 25 years conspiracy
+Another 25 for rico snatching up him and his people
+He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle
+Flipping bricks in Gary Indiana
+He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer
+Only trusted Two things his trigger and his hammer
+Used to be a bum till had a six month run
+Had a law suit three G's the case was won
+Met with Mexican hoya cop boya
+Bought barber shop named it after c shaday
+There where they found his body
+In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest
+Sliced apart from the waist down
+Planned to sell his shop stick hoya for everything he got
+Take jewels and his 5
+Then his shoes where cemented
+Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise
+Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes
+Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive
+Chorus (X2)
+
+Always wanted things always wanted cash
+To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass
+Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5
+Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
+
+Coke head Saundra she grew in Gruwana
+Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama
+Stayed in drama Fighting with hood rats that he was fucking
+No job all day she did nothing
+They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifey
+First should she would transport blow overnight for a G
+He paid up front they laid up once
+She got pregnant she would dead it
+She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt
+She didn't noses after would follow
+Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga
+He let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5
+He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys
+]From off of burger street, had nat workin the street
+Lifestyle richest nigga from how he use to be
+Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness
+That's how he gradually grew
+Did a Favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew
+And Now he live major house in dix hills next to Brook Shields
+With the cook and the maid shit was real
+Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega
+Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window
+Escaped from a would be kidnap
+And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet
+Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam
+The owners rich is boning niggas to get rid of her man
+Welcome To The Game Baby
+Chorus (X2)
+
+The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
+The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
+The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Memory Lane (Sittin’ In da Park) [Live][Spoken: Nas]
+Yeah, yeah
+Brings me back
+As you come outside on the block
+The basketball court was crack and you still played ball
+Shooting on the rusty rim
+I lived on the fourth floor
+Wow, remember those days like yesterday
+Memories man
+They feed the soul
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies, and prisoners
+Henessey-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
+Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
+I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
+Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-er
+My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
+Sentence begins indented with formality
+My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
+Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
+I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
+I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
+I can see him drop in my weed smoke
+It's real, grew up in trife life, murderous night times
+And knife fights invite crimes
+Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
+With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
+No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler
+I guess that means peace
+For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
+Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to cee-lo
+With side-bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below
+Peace God – now the shit is explained
+I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane, damn
+It's like that, y'all
+It's like that, y'all
+It's like that, y'all, yeah
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Now let me take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Now let us take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Now let us take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Now let us take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Lemme explain
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
+Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
+I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
+My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
+Live amongst no roses, only the drama
+For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
+Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
+You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
+Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
+And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
+My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
+I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
+Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
+Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
+My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
+I'll reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
+Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
+I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "peace"
+I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
+They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black
+Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
+Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
+Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
+Never talkin' to snakes, ‘cause the words of man kill
+True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
+I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
+It's like that, y'all
+It's like that, y'all
+Memory lane
+Nothing like the memories boy
+Lemme take a trip down (memory lane)
+Uh, comin' outta Queensbridge
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Now let me take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Remember lookin' out my window pane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Now let us take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+Now let me take a trip down memory lane
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
+"Comin' outta Queensbridge"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s a Bitch (Remix)[Intro: Nas and AZ]
+Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son
+Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Yea yea
+Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Yea yea
+Cause we spendin these Jackson's
+The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
+I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right?
+Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Yo then what man, what?? *echoes*
+
+[Verse 1: AZ]
+Visualizin the realism of life in actuality
+Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
+And my mentality is money-orientated
+I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
+'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
+But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
+Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
+Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition
+Keepin this effervescent street ghetto essence inside us
+Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
+Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
+But as long as we leavin thievin', we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
+So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
+Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
+Keepin it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
+Cause life's a bitch and then you die
+[Chorus: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
+The essence of adolescence leaves my body now I'm fresh in
+My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
+One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
+Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
+Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
+My skull causes pain in my brain vein money maintain
+Don't go against the grain simple and plain
+When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
+Robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
+Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash
+And got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash
+Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggas I used to run with
+Is rich or doing years in the hundreds
+I switched my motto -- instead of saying fuck tomorrow
+That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
+Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
+I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
+Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
+Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
+[Chorus: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+
+*Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Theifs Theme[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 niggas
+Little kids scared cops, wit red dots
+Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors
+Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers
+Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires
+Flash iron, anybody tryin' on, the blocks I'm supplyin' on
+Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
+And swallow 'em and the P now 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
+Martyr, 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 Malts
+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*}
+[Hook]
+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 sheep
+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
+Woolrich, Carhartt, gun powder stains
+Smellin' like trees, sensimille on the brain
+Skeemin' on ya girls, bambooze or 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
+Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
+Cause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys and, 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 pile then, 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
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+One, two
+Check, one, two {*echoes*}
+One, two
+Check, one, two
+One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*}
+{*explosion*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Are They Now (90's Remix)[Intro: Nas (Redhead Kingpin)]
+Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business
+(Yeah! Uh!!!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B)
+Awww man y'all ain't ready (Straight check it)
+Here they are the remix, let's go
+
+[Verse 1: Redhead Kingpin]
+It's Kingpin plus two I'm on the guestlist fam
+But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am
+Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame
+But let's face it without the spotlight you thinkin Red is Eddie Kane
+If I was drugs then I used to be a key
+Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me
+Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K
+I got my MPC I'll see you one day
+
+[Verse 2: Rob Base]
+("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows
+Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo!
+It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B
+B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C
+I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?)
+"It Takes Two", remember me?
+If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH
+Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air
+[Verse 3: The Original Spinderella]
+Ain't but too much for you to sweller
+Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model
+Auburn, full back and observe
+While I BLAP BLAP to your nerves, uh! (OH!)
+I'm that Original, S-P twelve hunnid
+Anything y'all will do, Spin dunn done it
+The baguettes, the Prada stilet's
+On the turntables, call me Gillette
+
+[Verse 4: Father MC]
+Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter
+The Q.B. hitter called this Far Rock nigga
+Yeah I'm drippin heavy from my head to my feet
+From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks
+Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped
+Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate
+Let you know when I'm out on the dough that shows I'm sellin them
+My LP's drugs nigga be like runnin listen
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+{Awww man can you believe it it's like a holiday man}
+{It's like Nas bringin a rap holiday man, ha ha ha, yeah}
+(Where are they now?)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
+{Here they are , two thousand and seven they right here, yeah, they right here}
+[Verse 5: Monie Love]
+One baby drop two to the three
+Is she out for the count UK mic deceased?
+You never heard again from words not the least
+I checked first set net worth mic relief
+Remain calm more vowels spit battles
+And associate the kid when they hustlin up the cattle
+I don't care to give when they ride like a saddle
+Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now?
+
+[Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers]
+It's the Jungle Brothers (housin) with that fiiiiiive thousand
+Blowin up your project housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin
+Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and
+Chase her blouse and, turn her out
+Cause I know we rockin party it's all about
+Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G
+And I'm reppin for Nas and my crew the J Beez!
+
+[Verse 7: EST from 3XDope]
+Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics!
+I'm (The Source) and the boss, show you what it's like
+To play bad mitten at the top of your position
+Wit a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written
+I'm the first to murk, chea! Representin Philly boy
+The same kid that spit this wrote ?Baby Gram?
+Nicholas one son the (Greatest Man) livin
+True school be like e'ryday thanksgiving
+[Verse 8: Positive K]
+Pos. K! Uh, uh, still spits this summer
+Came up like I hit the number, yeah y'all know me!
+I'm not a stranger to y'all in the orgies
+Squeeze ya dick up in ya in the ear as if ya for me
+I'm more "primetime" than Maury
+Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me
+My rhymes is suppository, it feels shit
+Top {?} watch Nemo then they watch the stories
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+{Yeah did you hear your favorite yet?}
+{I know some of y'all buggin out, did you hear the dudes y'all used to like? the crazyness?}
+(Where are they now?)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
+{The Original Spinderella, all that, awww man, I can't believe it yo, don't go nowhere}
+{I got more!!! I got more!!!}
+
+[Verse 9: Krazy Drazy from Das EFX]
+Miggity [microphone check], "Where Are they Now" Nas remix
+Feel how real Hip Hop needs this
+Wish B.I.G, Pun, and Pac could see this
+Diggity Das-EFX piggity pioneers in this
+Made his kids just reminded y'all
+Throwback go back to the nineties y'all
+Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog
+We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog
+
+[Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The Underground]
+Yeah I go Nas, Lord Do It All
+Me and you got something in common through Marley Marl
+Burst in the bricks, talked to buyin ?leather?
+Golden aged flows, you sound undiscovered
+I do this with a passion, spray-paint tag in
+Hip Hop's alive, and I'm the breathing dragon
+On the stage whylin, jumpin and laughin
+It's Lords of the Underground and that's if you're askin!
+
+[Verse 11: Chip Fu from The Fu-Schickens]
+Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move
+And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof
+Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kickin it
+With skills built and hot {?} you can't step in my shoes YO!!
+When I'm in the mood, when I'm in the booth and whenever when you
+I spit phantom in a boost you better just prepare to make room!
+Nas give me eight bars, eight stars Escobar
+Yo we rule, and we still ain't got nothin to prove, yo!
+
+[Verse 12: Dres from Black Sheep]
+For the second I'm wreckin I got you double-checkin
+For me to flash your big chain wheeler, shiny weapon, step in and holla
+I gotta hit the kids that shit Hip Hop
+The wack gets spit lot, the man bullshit stop
+Yo they call lot and I accept the invitation
+But I not try and snitch upon my ?inclamation?
+On the real God, I'm good, a brother been in mediation
+And my mind has been kenotic, kill the pres led a netion, Dres
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Aiyyo Chi Ali hold ya head up in the peniles
+This your man Nas, here they are
+Unbelievable, Hip Hop is Dead
+Let's see what happens aight!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+High[Talking: Nas]
+The wild Gremlins
+Ya'll know the F. right?
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+When the winner lose... and the losers win
+Nobody scores just a few good men
+But everybody sins
+A lot of young die
+Fall in the trap, strung high
+Try to go legal, but the hood calling you back
+Flipping the crack, cause I miss it for example
+Watching base-heads wildin' on my first sample
+I elevated up, since snakes in my circumference
+Now I hit my niggas with cakes and say, "Pump This"
+Thank god for cracks, corners, and marijuana
+Hoodrats and good gats to carry on ya
+I got dead friends, misled friends, crackhead friends
+Wild Gremlins, who "bust led" friends
+Silent weapons for quiet wars
+Or loud gats
+Tussle too long, some shiny moves the crowd back
+It's powerful, niggas would die over respect
+And money is secondary to that whole aspect
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+I Love it, when I'm... High
+I'm at my Best, when I'm... Hiiigh
+I like my sex, when I'm... Hii-iiigh
+Cash, Tecs... Flash Tecs, when I ride through ya projects
+And clap at sets, a nigga... High
+North, South, East, West, riders get... Hiiigh
+I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical... Hii-iiigh
+I twist it up, Listen up to the real shit, feel this, REALNESS!
+[Nas:]
+Niggas rushing to the top, not knowing what it takes to be...
+King Of The Industry, the wise move patiently
+Ya niggas is hating me, won't be happy till I'm back witcha...
+Selling crack witcha, half & half on a pack witcha
+My pen and pad, paint a black picture...
+Of young goons passing liquor, after-hour store mass of niggas
+Street corner combos, staggering winos...
+Tahoes coming through, blasting songs I know
+Niggas scheme, girls pregnant by sixteen
+Clique out to get rich...
+Empty clips for cream
+Same funeral home, for different stiff bodies
+Once a month a new family goes there, it don't surprise me
+Cried 'til the tears, dried up inside me
+Revenge to the end, laws in NYC
+Got up by the way I used to be...
+Apartment 5D... where dope fiends in the hall try your knob when you sleep
+Surveillance Cameras in my house now, watching you creep
+Spot you from deep, guns for all possible beef
+Niggas try to rock you asleep
+Kidnap your whole fam for a week
+Asking for ransom, niggas starving, dying to eat
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+I Love it, when I'm... High
+I'm at my Best, when I'm... Hiiigh
+Yo... I like my sex, when I'm... Hii-iiigh
+Cash, Tecs... Flash Tecs, when I ride through ya projects
+And clap at sets, a nigga... High
+North, South, East, West, riders get... Hiiigh
+I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical... Hii-iiigh
+I twist it up, Listen up to the real shit, feel this, REALNESS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Middle Finger[Intro]
+"This has once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week of course, in Brooklyn with the tragedy over there and then again last night here in Tottawa, another police shooting"
+
+Here's what they think about you
+
+"I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers like shit! Think your tough, huh? Blow your head off, your little Smith and Wesson couldn't do shit. How you feel now?"
+
+[Hook- David Banner]
+Cops keep firing in my environment
+Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing in my environment
+Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing in my environment
+Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls
+I like to see them fall, guilty for doing wrong
+Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls
+
+[Verse 1 - Nas]
+Now all you hypocrites, witness the injustice
+Conversations taped illegally, then they cuff us
+U.S. attorneys, public defenders send us off to hard prison time
+Whether you innocent or did the crime
+Say you come from who this cops pursue you hard
+Run your plates, put guns in your face
+Put you in the car, for nothing
+Now your strugglin', tied up, standing in line-ups
+Call your lawyer, they charged you with murder
+Why? Cuz these liars said you shot another man on his driveway
+Guilty, just for being black on a Friday
+Polygraph test you failing, because you're nervous
+Charged for murder you didn't commit, then they serve ya
+Fifteen years, maximum security
+Slashing, stab wounds, broken bone injuries
+You were placed there intentionally
+Either you bang or you miss me, listen to me
+[Hook]
+
+Im grippin' the Nina, visions of 9/11
+Visions of three sixes, no sevens
+This is Bushonomics, George is a modern day Ronald Reagan
+I pray to god in the midst of Pagans
+Niggers I'm just saying
+When do we stop playing?
+When do we stop pimping and start spraying?
+50 shots for every cop that popped Sean Bell his body lay'in
+But they acquit cuz they know
+That our generation won't do shit! Nothing, nada
+But every rapper is a shotta or a Don Dada
+Or a killer, but you ain't killing nothing
+And it's peace unless it's another nigga
+Tryna raise boys to Superman
+And while I'm at it fuck Arthur J. Cooperman
+It's never justice for blacks but they send just us to Iraq
+With poor whites and Latinos
+I pray to God that you hear this single
+This is Banner's middle finger y'all
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+You still want to be nigga too?
+(*Gunshot sound)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Will (Honeymoon is Over)[Intro]
+Aiyyo whattup niggas?
+Fresh off the honeymoon
+The honeymoon's over
+Fresh off vaca' (Yeah, yeah)
+I'm jet-laggin', still jet-laggin'
+But this just a preview
+Let's get it on again y'all
+
+[Verse]
+I designed it, rhymed it, flow classic
+You askin' who am signed with?
+The real deal's Ill Will, stay scomit
+Why's drama when other artists pay homage
+You hatin any rapper I do a song with
+"What's wrong with Nas helpin' crews get stronger"
+You selfish, wantin' me to yourself
+But prophets need help too, y'all see Nas get insulted
+I ride for the real shit, High as the Lock's get melted
+Twelve Years, givin' you nuttin' but big moments
+How can Murda Inc not wanna fuck wit
+The top hustler - R.O.C. crusha
+Nas a legend 'fore BIG & Pac left us
+Bubbled wit Dr. Drizze, you heard it on Makaveli
+Sayin': "Nas is ring leader", brings Ether, brings heater
+Your dream teamer scream, "He's the Supreme Teacher"
+Similar to anybody you know
+Oh, I created, cremated, bodied that flow
+Anyone you think is fuckin' wit me
+Better be vets, better be Ra, better be Kool G, or KRS
+Better be LL, or Slick or them
+Neva put me in the Top Ten, bitch!
+It's disrespect to the life that birthed the verses
+Or nigga writes who comes first
+It's the Ice Cube, MC Shan, them type dudes
+So BET's list was wrong, don't get me wrong
+I did chill in the throne alone so long
+This is my My Will
+[Outro]
+Yeah, Escobaro Cigars, that's how we doin' it
+Ayyo Quan, welcome to the game!
+Shot-out to Ill Will (This is my my will)
+Bravehearts stand up! Whuttup Scarface?
+Whuttup Tre Williams? (This is my will)
+Ill Will '05, what y'all know 'bout that?
+Queens, Queens I know you miss me
+I gotchu, I gotchu Queens, New York stand up!
+Aha, I gotchu baby, let's do it again!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love (Live)[Intro: Nas]
+Damn
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
+When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
+Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
+Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son
+I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough
+He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
+I was like, "Yeah," your girl don't care, she a snake too
+Messin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
+It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
+Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's
+Is more trife than ever
+What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?
+If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my dawg when push came to shove
+(One what?) One love!
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One love, one love, one love
+We should write letters to one another
+Now they email you from jail, right?
+Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love
+Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York the same shit is goin' on
+The crackheads stalkin'
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'
+That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
+Like he hurtin' somethin'
+Word to mother
+And he be pumpin' on your block
+Your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together — what up, son?
+Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a
+But I heard you blew a dude with a...for the phone piece
+Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
+Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab dudes know the deal
+When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next V-I
+I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
+Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it lowkey
+So stay civilized, time flies
+Though incarcerated your mind dies
+I hate it when your moms cries
+It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
+I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+We keep it 100
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love
+Here's the summary, for the whole shit
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world, thinkin'
+"How can we exist through the facts?"
+Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects
+I take my pen and pad for the weekend
+Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'
+A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
+You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
+Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
+Or H..., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
+Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em
+He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
+So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
+I was chillin' on the corner
+Where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
+Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit
+Told him don't let niggas fool him
+‘Cause when the pistol blows
+The one that's murdered be the
+Tough luck when niggas are..., families fucked up
+Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up
+At the crowd, catch him solo
+Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
+Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze
+Left some jewels, he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+One love, one love, one love, one love
+Real shit
+"Represent"
+"Represent"
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Lot of dudes I wrote about on that album have passed on
+And that's [?] specifically
+Damn, my man George
+Marty, Yammie
+There so many of themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What You Gonna DoIntro:
+Straight out of QB niggas
+This is nas, lo
+With my braveheart niggas
+Jungle, wiz and horse
+Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
+So what yall gonna do about that
+Niggas
+
+Hook:
+We on your block
+We got rocks
+You got robbed
+The man got shot
+That nigga's dead
+Come get revenge
+We getting money
+We in the benz
+
+We drive cars
+We fuck your hoes
+We taking charge
+We gettin dough
+Yall niggas pussy
+I cut your face
+I'm in your hood
+Every fucking day
+[Verse One: Wiz]
+Yeah What up nigga im back
+Fuck you got the mac
+Touch you and them niggas you with
+The bigger your clique the bigger my clip
+The bigger my gun them niggas im with is horse and jung
+And of course youll become a corpse if you fucking with me
+The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me
+I been to war couple of times slept in the cold
+Shed tears seen it all been outside for years
+What this life mean to yall?
+Money ice and cars Bustin nuts in broads
+Never trusting god
+You better trust him had with you when you hustlin
+It was him that kept me alive when niggas was bustin
+He ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you
+I run in your spot and take all whats yours
+So you lay on the floor we expanding
+What you gonna to do about it nigga?
+Not a damn thing
+
+Hook:
+We on your block
+We got rocks
+You got robbed
+The man got shot
+That nigga's dead
+Come get revenge
+We getting money
+We ridin in the benz
+We drive cars
+We fuck your hoes
+We taking charge
+We get the dough
+Yall niggas pussy
+We cut your face
+We in your hood
+Every fucking day
+
+[Verse 2a]
+What the fuck yall was born brave?
+I put a slug through your cornbraids
+Summertime broad day
+You get your face blown right at the pay phone
+I got big guns that break bones
+Beef with me you take home to your family
+Bullets fly randomly
+Wet you like hard rain
+Bravehearts gangbang
+
+[Verse 2b: Nas]
+Yo last night it was on Niggas came pistols drawn
+Poppin off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone
+Niggas quick to get it on know the block im living on
+Queens bridge murders kings live merciless
+Heartless crazy mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets
+Blow weed henessee more beef let it be
+No chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets
+Rolls royce drop top crusing where the women be
+Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
+Fresh nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers
+Heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either
+Ill fuck the ho with pussy that's mind blowing
+Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing
+Niggas tell they hoes, "why you fucking with nas?
+He just gonna nut on your eyes
+Have you suck all his guys
+And also he say when you done cussin his by"
+You ain't thuggin you lie bitch
+Brave till we die bitch
+[Verse 2c: Horse]
+??? a nigga that would kill something over something small
+The one you can't ??? with unless you paid in full
+The one that hold grudges cause gun games for free
+The only thing you wetting and splittin is ???
+Im the one that lift the skirts up on fake ass rappers
+That be killin for a long time but now it don't happen
+All them tough guys is wanksters they ??? me in their songs
+Im a braveheart till death so I got to die strong
+A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules
+Run through crews after smoking blunts and sippin on brews
+Disrespecter pistol whippin hustlers for their cheddar
+The deebo of the rap game but walk with a beretta
+My heart is made of stone my eyes is filled with blood
+Survivors of the street wars yall niggas know whats up
+From the projects to penthouse yall niggas better look out
+Before these braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
+
+Hook:
+We on your blocks
+We got Glocks
+You get robbed
+The man get shot
+That nigga's dead
+Come get revenge
+We getting money
+We ridin in the benz
+
+We drive cars
+We fuck your hoes
+We taking charge
+We gettin dough
+Yall niggas pussy
+We cut your face
+We in your hood
+Every fucking day
+
+Shit talking at end:
+
+We in your hood
+Every fucking day niggas
+Every day niggas, huh
+Look around niggas
+We on top
+What you gonna do about it nigga?
+What you got to say about it nigga?
+That's right
+That's right
+Run all over yall niggas
+What yall gonna do about it? Nothin
+Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas
+Get brave nigga we brave nigga (bravehearts!)
+Brave to the death baby
+(bravehearts!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Get Down: Episode 3 - Darkness Is Your CandleNow on July 13th, 1977
+The blackout, streets is lookin' like Armageddon
+Swelterin' heat, suffocate in this Hell within' the 5 boroughs
+It's like the Sun roastin' the Earth
+The hood was called turf, my girl was thrown out of her church
+Out of her home, and by her family, she's disowned
+
+She's the love of my life, up to us to go on
+And everything's burnin', buildings illuminated by the fire
+And the city was lost, we tryna save it, the cross
+The Star of David we lost
+We started prayin' to governor, he a gangster
+In cahoots with the mayor, the roof startin' to cave in
+No, it's not a game, all is dark except the flame
+Now nothin' will be the same
+Now the whole world's changed
+Music is soundin' different
+Radio stations don't pump us up in their mix yet
+Disco still gettin' that air time for big checks
+Yo, somethin' gotta give
+And somethin' gotta die so somethin' new can liveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Get Down: Episode 2 - Seek Those Who Fan Your FlameClick, BOOM!, that's what I heard
+Things crash
+
+Listen up to what my soul conjures up
+My tear ducts dry, can't cry, I conceal it, I die
+My index finger and thumb push the pin to the drum
+You ask where I've been, New York City, BX where I'm from
+No figment of my imagination, sad situation for my dad
+Killer came in my pad and started sprayin'
+Father layin' on the floor, he breathin' no more
+Shot to death, the reaper came like a thief through the door
+Shaolin, he helps me, he wealthy in street knowledge
+He deep in the path of drug dealin' and violence
+Day in and day out, drama, we couldn't stay out
+Livin' in my aunt's house, music the only way out
+Cause we was in the broke down belly
+Of a hungry beast
+We stayed true, then we made up a crew
+Shaolin gave me the name Book, I became a ragin' bull
+Back when I was first enchanted by Grandmaster Flash
+You had to be there, imagine him scratchin' wax
+Up in his habitat in the Bronx, he got it on
+The birth of a new group has spawnedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Salute Me (The General)[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Nas]
+Yo man, it's a real game out here man
+Know what I'm sayin' Nas?
+Beats back in effect man
+Swizz Beatz da monsta' (what's poppin'?)
+Get in line, everybody get in line
+Listen the fuck up, to what's going down
+Pay attention, aight?
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin general
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin' general
+
+[Nas: Verse 1]
+When I walk through everything stops, silence
+Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss
+Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
+Noises to a minimun nigga, I pop and I squeeze
+I represent the pain and struggle
+Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
+Yo you testin with death
+I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
+They got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges
+They got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges
+They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
+Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's
+Many fought teams and for green this is war
+This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
+Callin up the radio, don't want my records to air
+Y'all ain't playin fair, to every rapper in the game
+I'm comin fo y'all blood, make room for the king...Nas
+[Hook: Nas]
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin' general
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin' general
+
+[Nas: Verse 2]
+I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
+Nobody touchin' my crown, nobody dyin'
+Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
+I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
+Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walkin' caskets
+They talk a good one but there's never no action
+And I'm the type to poison ya sista, twist her
+Through wit' her put the gun in your face and make you hit her
+Make you quiver -when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
+Light up a Cu-ban, recite a few psalms
+Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
+Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
+'Cuz hate can frustrate, and confuse
+Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move - ghetto
+Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
+Who be jumpin' out of movin' cars and land at my feet - because
+[Hook: Nas]
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin' general
+Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
+The block salute me, the hood salute me
+You should salute me, they should salute me
+So fuck who you are
+I'm the motherfuckin' general
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Uh, Nas
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+Last year I had to smack niggas up
+And this year imma have to smack a whole lot of muh'fucka's up again
+Know why?
+Cause I'm the motherfuckin' general
+Ya'll niggas see it, it's all in the streets
+Ya man know it, ya girl know it
+Ya moms know it, ya pops know it, the world know it
+The motherfuckin' general
+Get high, get ya drink on, relax
+Why? Cause I'm the motherfuckin' generalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Secret Agent Man"Watch Out"----8X
+
+[Nas]
+There's a man who live the life of danger
+To everyone he meets stays as stranger
+With every move he makes, another chance he takes
+Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
+
+He's secret agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They give you a number then take away your name
+
+Secret agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks how he talks how he lays the plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They give you a number then take away your name
+
+Beware of pretty faces that you find
+A pretty face can hide an evil mind
+Be careful what you say, or you'll give yourself away
+Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
+Agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They gave him a number and took away his name
+He's secret agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They give you a number then take away your name
+
+Yeah, (secret) yeah, (secret) yeah (secret) yeah, (secret)
+
+Secret agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They give you a number then take away your name
+
+Swinging in the Riviera one day
+Then laying in the Bombay alley the next day
+Oh no, who let the wrong word slip
+While kissing them persuasive lips
+The odds are I won't live to see tomorrow
+I'm secret agent man, amazing man
+How I walk and talk and lays my plan
+Agent man advance the game
+They give you a number then take your name
+He's the, agent man, amazing man
+Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan
+Secret agent man advance his game
+They give you a number then take away your name
+"Watch Out" ---6X
+
+Uh, secret agent man
+Uh, uh, more bullet proof than a spook of set by the door
+More legend than 007, more raw
+
+"Watch Out" ---4XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love (LG Main Mix)[Verse 1]
+What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
+When the cops came you should have slid to my crib
+Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done
+Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
+I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough
+He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff
+I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
+Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
+It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
+Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
+And night time is more trife than ever
+What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
+If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love)
+
+[Hook: Q-Tip] x5
+One Love
+
+[Verse 2]
+Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York the same shit is going on
+The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
+That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
+Like he hurting something, word to mother, I heard him fronting
+And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together, what up son, whatever
+Since I'm on the streets I'mma put it to a cease
+But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
+Wilding on the Island, but now in Elmira
+Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
+When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next V-I
+I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
+Your brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low key
+So stay civilized, time flies
+Though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your moms cries
+It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
+I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love
+[Hook: Q-Tip]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
+Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad
+For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping
+A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
+You see the streets had me stressed something terrible
+Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
+Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
+Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
+He said "Nas, niggas caught me busting off the roof
+So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-deuce"
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
+We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
+Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shit
+I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
+Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
+Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
+Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
+At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
+Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes
+Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man I'm ghost, I broze
+Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
+[Hook: Q-Tip]
+
+[Outro:]
+Oh, One Love, means keepin' it real
+For the brothers that's locked down
+Keep that one love
+For the brothers out in the East
+Keep that one love
+For all the brothers uptown
+Keep that one love
+For all the brothers in jail
+Keep that one love
+One love means keepin' it real
+One Love, One Love
+One love means keepin' it realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love (One L Main Mix)[Produced by Godfather Don & V.I.C.]
+[Verse 1]
+What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
+When the cops came, you should've slid to my crib
+Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
+Plus congratulations, you know, you got a son
+I heard he looks like ya, why don't ya lady write ya?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flippin', talkin' 'bout he acts too rough
+He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
+I was like, yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
+Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
+It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
+Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines
+And night time is more trife than ever
+What up with Cormega? Did you see him, are y'all together?
+If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? One Love
+[Hook: Sadat X]
+One L, to the O-V-E
+Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
+One L, to the O-V-E
+It's all real, watch the feds, son, duck that shield
+One L, to the O-V-E
+Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
+One L, to the O-V-E
+It's all real, I got to hustle, son, my kid need a meal
+[Verse 2]
+Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on
+The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'
+That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
+Like he hurtin' somethin', word to mother, I heard him frontin'
+And he be pumpin' on your block, your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together, what up, son, whatever
+Since I'm on the streets, I'mma put it to a cease
+But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
+Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
+Better chill 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain, when you come home, the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
+When we start the revolution, all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next V-I
+I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
+Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low key
+So stay civilized, time flies
+Though incarcerated your mind dies
+I hate it when your moms cries
+It kinda makes me want to murder, for realer
+I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but One Love
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world
+Thinkin' how can we exist through the facts
+Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad
+For the weekend, hittin L's while I'm sleepin'
+A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
+You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
+Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
+Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
+Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops
+He said "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
+So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-deuce"
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
+We was chillin' on these benches
+Where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard keeps me blasted And starts talkin' mad shit
+I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
+'Cause when the pistol blows
+The one that's murdered be the cool one
+Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
+Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed
+Never bust up at the crowd, catch him solo
+Make the right man bleed
+Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
+Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man I'mma ghost, I broze
+Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, One Love
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+More Than I Can Say[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
+I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's
+More than I can say
+It would take a whole lifetime to tell you
+More than I can say
+Every time I wrote a line it’s still
+More than I can say
+This is the realest shit I ever wrote
+More than I can say
+
+[Verse 1 - Nas]
+Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
+The sickness: dreaming of riches
+Reality was the cure. My doctor
+Physician was music, I'm sure
+The prescription was super-model sandwiches
+And suicide doors. I used to stand in my mirror
+Fixing up my hat right
+DMV don't make licenses for the fast life
+Was taught never drop my head when I'm doing right
+And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights
+I just want the whole world to bop their heads
+Someone to stop my bread
+If my pops was here, he'd be like "son, you the one
+They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
+Know they don't understand you, but what can they handle?
+If they was wearing Gucci loafers, they'd be through, over
+Just stay on point, do what you do
+Soldier: remember I'm with you when the world get colder..
+[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
+
+[Verse 2 - Nas]
+Keep having the same dream
+About a mic, a gun, a cross, they all
+In the middle of flames
+An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain
+Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
+I ask what it means. It's sort of a trance
+As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands
+I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
+To study my dreambook, see if it links up
+Looking for some significance, like does the dream
+Represent this cold world I'm living in?
+Ask my man, then his laughter begin
+He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun
+Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
+The cross, I had it all my life, the same height
+I'm trying to sneak sleep, so that my mind won't find out
+Time out: my body won't wind downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Take It In Blood Pt. 2[Intro]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+
+[Chorus]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, yeah
+Italiano model, trained like Cus D'Amato
+Guard ya plan, recline low, black Milano
+Blessed, God, feelin' Kosher
+One in the top of the toaster, proper ghost ya
+My gun is cocked in the holster, dumped quick
+Chasin' my dick made a bum bitch rich, stylish
+Heard ya naked in jail flicks
+Mamacita, Black Widow, Turner be a back seater
+Satin pillows, a pimpstress in willow
+Cookin' my blow and head slow, eyes swellin'
+Disorder the grain, I gotta split my wife melon
+So I can see the seven seas of my circumference
+[?], polishin' pistols like a gunsmith
+Clever, my mama told me, "Take cheddar
+By slugs and drugs, whatever calculate better"
+When cake's measured, lock the front door, secure
+See the gleamin' white crystal when it's pure
+[Chorus]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, yeah
+Fuck the snake hoes
+And jealous ass niggas that smash your Benz windows
+Detectin' fake nigga signals
+Yo, live niggas get it, too
+Scarin' rappers like the Fed time Gotti was acquitted to
+Blood-shot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
+Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly
+Kicks matchin' my shit, my gun on
+Thinkin' a name for my man's unborn
+Spillin' Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves
+Put my hat on my waves
+Latter Day Saints scream religious praise
+Heat graze the baby, yo, foul shit made a welfare mom crazy
+Mo' bodies drop by the ratio, paces blow
+Grizzly thoughts for makin' dough
+Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash-flow
+So, now it's on, never wasted a slug
+Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood
+[Chorus]
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+(In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do)
+I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
+For, you wack MC's!
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, foggy and shit, trees lit up errywhere
+It's like that there, yanahmean?
+Executive class material
+Most official Queens representative on the motherfuckin' jid-oint
+This is how it's goin' down
+Sun-up to sun-down, put ya gun downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ether (9th Wonder Remix)[Produced by 9th Wonder]
+[Intro]
+Fuck Jay Z!
+(What's up niggas, ayo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me, dog, you? what?)
+Fuck Jay Z!
+(You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga)
+Fuck Jay Z!
+
+[Hook]
+(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
+(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
+(Not) God's Son across the belly
+(Lose) I prove you lost already
+
+[Verse 1]
+Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waiting
+It's like an AIDS test – what's the result? Not positive
+Who's the best? Pac, Nas and B.I.G
+Ain't no best – East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
+I embrace y'all with napalm, blowed up, no guts left, chest/face gone
+How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage
+Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne
+I got this locked since 9-1
+I am the truest; name a rapper that I ain't influenced
+Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
+With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
+Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
+Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
+Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
+Y'all some well wishers, friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
+With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take
+When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
+That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef
+Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
+To explode it on a camel and his soldiers
+I can handle this for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
+When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
+First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say
+That you better than B.I.G, dick-sucking lips
+Why don't you let the late, great veteran live
+
+[Interlude]
+I... will... not... lose
+God's son across the belly, I prove you lost already
+The king is back, where my crown at
+Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3]
+Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches, what's sad is I love you
+Cause you're my brother, you traded your soul for riches
+My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
+And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
+You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
+Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly
+Well life is harsh; hug me, don't reject me
+Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
+In '88 you was getting chased through your building
+Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
+All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
+Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the God
+Wearing Jaz chains, no Tecs, no cash, no cars
+No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
+Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
+You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
+I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
+You Tae-bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic
+Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge
+Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn though
+That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
+Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
+Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
+Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
+And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
+Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
+And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas
+Feel these hot rocks fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
+In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
+Foxy got you hot, cause you kept your face in her puss
+What you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks
+Ne-gro please, you no mustache having
+With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you wack
+And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
+You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G
+And Eminem murdered you on your own shit
+You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention
+Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha
+[Outro]
+R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
+J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
+Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
+Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
+So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
+How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips
+Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
+You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask KissEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World Is Yours (Live)[Spoken: Nas]
+So I was talking about this music and uhh
+To my man earlier, Green Lantern, I said
+I wrote: "The word best—I'm thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter, my strength. My son, the star will be my resurrection."
+I didn't know I would have kids at all when I wrote at 20
+Some years ago, I had a daughter then I had a son just like
+I setted that rhyme
+You put stuff down on that paper, you'd be surprised
+The atmosphere reads it, the universe reads it
+And hears it, they can hear our thoughts, this universe
+Be careful what you're thinking because it doesn't know how to differentiate what you mean with those thoughts
+It will—it will give it to you though
+I was blessed, I was lucky with that
+
+[Chorus]
+(It's yours)
+(it's—it's—it's—it's yours)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
+Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
+Behold the mic I'm throbbin', my movement
+Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
+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
+Ralph Lauren on my feet makes my cipher complete
+Whether cruisin' 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 (Say what?)
+I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
+President Barack Obama, he represents me
+[Chorus: Nas]
+The world is yours
+It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose?
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+Can you believe it?
+It's your world, it's yours
+It's mine—it's
+Can you believe it?
+I said the world is yours
+Believe it, yeah
+
+[Bridge: Nas]
+To my man Ill Will (God bless your life)
+To my people right here (bless your life)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I trip, we box up crazy bitches
+Aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
+Beef with housing 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
+There's no days for broke days
+We sell it, smoke pays, while all the old folks pray
+Soakin' their 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 you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
+You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?
+What you are soldier? I thought I told ya
+[Chorus: Nas]
+It's mine, it's mine (the world)
+The world, the world, up top
+It's your world
+It's mine, it's mine—whose world?
+The world is yours, the world is yours, uh
+
+[Interlude: Nas]
+Break it down
+Watch what you say
+Watch what you listen to
+I've been listening lately and a lot of these days ain't real
+If I may say so myself
+Alright, check it
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
+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, 1,000 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
+Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
+Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip
+And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
+Remember that Mike Tyson back in the days?
+Stabbin' women like the Phantom
+The crew is lampin', Big Willie style
+Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
+Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
+Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames
+Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today
+[Chorus: Nas]
+(It's yours) Oh, it's mine, it's mine—whose world?
+I said the world is yours, the world is yours
+Whose world? It's yours
+Whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+To my Queens' crew, the foundation
+The world is yours
+To my people in B-more
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+To my people in VA
+The world is yours, the world is yours
+And the nation capital, you know the world is yours
+The world is yours
+Oh, da-da-da da-da-da, yeah
+Smooth it out like that, da-da-da da-da-da
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Thank youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Esco Let’s Go[Intro]
+Esco let's go
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go
+Esco let's go, yeah, c'mon
+
+[Verse 1]
+I used to drive in a circle before I pulled up
+Now I just go up, they know when I got it tucked
+Tip the door man, racist neighbors flinching
+They don't know if I'ma rob 'em or if I'm Russell Simmons
+They thought it was me, just like Mike Bivins
+They pray for my downfall like the mom of Robin Givens
+Watching how you living
+I just wanted to roll B-L-U-N-T, and watch B-E-T
+Picture Amerie eating Roxy
+I'm trying to write hood movies, like Posse and Five Heartbeats
+I'm all inside a dark room
+My incense smoke took the form of ghost and it spoke
+It said, "Nas, you the best on both coasts, you so big
+You should write the word slave
+On both sides of ya beards like Prince did
+So what's this? Fuck St. Nicholas
+You the only ghetto nigga in the hood giving gifts"
+
+[Chorus]
+WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah
+WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS!
+[Verse 2]
+I jump in the shower, it feel like rain
+Everybody wanna be king but can't handle the pain
+Used to rap now they all wanna sing
+Ask Elizabeth Taylor, when did ice turn to bling
+She said, "Nas, it 'cause y'all rock tiny diamonds in the biggest chains
+You the first nigga in the game that said fuck fame
+You the 5th nigga in The Beatles
+You the 10th nigga in the Wu-Tang, so nigga let yo' nuts hang"
+But they can't handle it, I'm scandalous, I'm trifling
+That's why I'm wifing 'em, quick to stick a knife in 'em
+Catch me thinking, drinking, hurting my health
+These women keep trying to unloosen my belt
+Trying to get my wealth
+I feel like Jesus with doubting Thomas', broken promises
+I wanna walk the golden streets like where my mama is
+But if I do what y'all want, I'll get a thousand years
+
+[Chorus]
+WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah
+WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS!
+[Verse 3]
+Staring at the face of my watch
+It's like a crystal ball with the ability to make the issue stall
+I told my man duck 'cause I know where the missile fall
+'Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich and small
+Went to my man crib who dead and saw his picture fall
+I picked it up his voice whispered, "nigga ball"
+So I smoke the finest, 85 footer ocean liners
+I do it for the have nots of mad spots
+That resemble screensavers on your laptops
+And niggas can't believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop
+I'll be in Cameroon, bandanas on silk Dior
+Sip cream liqueur, green and blue Fila velour suits
+Boss move, only thing that I endorse duke
+Stash houses, gamble, I don't sweat a loss duke
+All true and living, God, we was here first
+Parisian linen garb and Kashmir shirts
+
+[Chorus]
+WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, c'mon
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS!
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat)
+Esco let's go, let's go, let's go
+WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah
+WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Open Letter to Young Warriors in Chicago (Sep. 2009)Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong wars! Killing each other is definitely played out. Being hurt from the lost of a love one was never cool.
+Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong war! I know that feeling, that frustration with life and needing to take it out on someone, any one. But....
+We chose the dumbest things to go the hardest for. I remember seeing deaths over 8 ball jackets, Fila sneakers, and name plate chains. Deaths over "he say, she say"!!!!! "I'm from this block or I'm from that block", or "my moms n pops is f*cked up now the whole world gotta pay"!!!
+
+I remember feeling like I was the hardest "n*gga" breathing. And I couldn't wait to prove it. But let's think. What are we really proving?? And proving what to who?? Everybody knows Chicago breeds the strongest of the strong but I just feel, me, being ya brother from another state feels your pain as if I grew up with you in ya very own household.
+
+You have the ability and mindpower to change they way we are looked at. Look who's watching us young warriors, look who's throwing us in jail constantly, look at the ignorance in the world. Look at the racist dogs who love to see us down. Loving to bury us in the ground or in jail where we continue this worthless war on one another.
+
+Young warriors.... We are WASTING more and more time. We gotta get on our jobs and take over the world. Cuz this movie left the theaters years ago, Juice, Menace, Boyz n the Hood , Blood n Blood Out, Belly!
+
+When we see each other why do we see hatred? Why were we born in a storm, born soldiers, WARRIORS....and instead of building each other up we are at war with each other.. May the soul of this young person find peace with the almighty. I'm with you young warriors. You're me and I'm you. But trust me! you are fighting the wrong war.
+-NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s a Bitch (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro]
+(AZ) Ayo what's up what's up let's keep it real son
+Count this money, you know what I'm sayin'
+(Nas) Yeah yeah
+(AZ) Ayo put the Grants over there in the safe you know what I'm sayin'
+Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
+The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
+(Nas) I'm sayin' that's what this is all about right
+Clothes, bankrolls and hoes you know what I'm sayin'
+Yo then what man, what
+
+[Verse 1: AZ]
+Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
+Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
+And my mentality is money-orientated
+I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
+Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters
+But something must have got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
+Now some resting in peace and some are sitting in San Quentin
+Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition
+Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us
+Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
+Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
+But as long as we leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough, so
+Until that day we expire and turn to vapors
+Me and my capers, will be somewhere else stackin' plenty papers
+Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high
+Cause life's a bitch and then you die
+[Hook: AZ]
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+That's why we get high
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+That's why we puff lye
+Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing
+The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
+My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
+One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created
+Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
+Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
+My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
+Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
+When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard
+Robbing foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels, and rip their green cards
+Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and
+Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash
+Now it's all about cash in abundance
+Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds
+I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow"
+That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
+Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
+I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
+Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
+Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If I Ruled The World ’09[Intro: Marsha Amborious (Nas)]
+Oooh oooh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! The struggles of life! (Life!)
+Oooh, oooh, oooh, da da da da da da! (Everything I ever wanted)
+Oh, oh (Yeah Yeah!) Do do do do do do! (Yeah! My life, so real)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Before I use to dream I could rule the world
+Now it's thorough I survived the perils in my fly apparel
+Seven forty five appeal, no candy paint no chrome wheels
+I Close deals tried to see my face on my own bills
+The president here, he's honest and fair
+Prayed for the days, when the kins of slaves is honered and shared
+January 20th I was there
+I'm aware the part I played to get young voters to care
+Recession is a blessin in disguise
+For a new economy to rise somethin old has to die
+I'm still sippin' Rose' PJ's it be's like that
+I brung the eighty seven Fila's back
+Save collect, B.I.G.'S dream came correct
+Tryin' to push seven hundreds, they made them yes
+I used to think United College Fund was for bums (Nah)
+The ghetto advocate for education look what I become
+
+[Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
+Before I use to dream I ruled the world
+{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
+So here I am, to rule the world, world
+But now you used to dream you ruled the world
+(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
+{I use to dream} (Ruled the world)
+So here we are, are, are, are (Yeah! Here we are!)
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I don't say I'm maintainin', that's a lame's language (word)
+Poor English, from a wise man I learned patience
+Me not distinguished, is like a fiendless Queensbridge
+I don't say I'm grindin', cause everything I do is redefining
+Cause when you know the streets to the science
+Apply it very moderate, 'til your business'll watch you profit
+Rap game, NBA to NFL, the kids'll yell, "Will I win? "
+The fella ends up in the cell - nonsense
+Cause they can grow to be part of the Congress
+Be responsive, to these inner-city problems
+Behind a tent with a chauffeur, I rep for the culture
+Rep for the thugs and STILL see eye to eye with Oprah
+I was a dreamer a wisher would hope for
+A better life for these kids while I sip on a Mosa
+I plan yo, you should watch the black and white's hand, yo
+Who's the best? Next to me, they couldn't light a candle
+Yep!
+
+[Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
+Before I use to dream I ruled the world
+{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
+So here I am, to rule the world, world
+But now you used to dream you ruled the world
+(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
+{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
+So here we are, are, are, are (Arrrrreeeeeeee!)
+[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosious (Nas)]
+You can be who you wanna, say what you wanna (Marsha!)
+Tryna make it better, our sons and our daughters (Yeah!)
+Use your mind - make a change
+Yes, we can - see a brighter day
+Gon' be struggle, gon' be pain
+But no excuses to be made
+This is the time that we've been waiting foooooooooor!
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+I done seen it all, I got it on with the weak and strong
+There's no relief, it's like the beef keeps keepin on
+I can't count the amount I drew heaters on
+Cause we was warrin in the Ps', it was Vietnam
+Now I got you in arenas, watchin me perform
+The songs rappin 'bout them same beefs and the street I'm from
+Thankful, for the art form I'm eatin from
+I never see no losses, I only see we won - yeah
+
+[Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
+Before I use to dream I ruled the world
+{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
+So here I am, to rule the world, world
+But now you used to dream you ruled the world
+(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
+{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
+So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)
+Before I use to dream I ruled the world
+{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
+So here I am, to rule the world, world
+But now you used to dream you ruled the world
+(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
+{I use to dream} (Oh we come so far!)
+So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Scientist[Intro]
+The scientist is a man who was learned how to think
+At least about scientific matters
+That's why he can do so many amazing things
+But a scientist isn't supposed to believe anything much
+Unless its supported by evidence...
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Lame foot soldiers get croaked in my vicinity
+The ode for all murder, criminal activity
+Diamond encrusted bracelets, escape death
+Cars and yachts, I flaunt things that say success
+So 'til the warden turns my electric chair on
+Inside the LeBaron trunk, got Pakistan her-on
+Nasir Jones, not a Capo, the Picasso, word painter
+Black Sinatra, rap King Cole, gangsta
+Point blank body armor
+I'm violence, you're the Dalai Lama, you just holla drama
+
+[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
+Hovito Brigante, my own people that got me
+That's what I get for snoozing, moving too sloppy
+Well I'm back brilliant, my brains is back in the building
+The light's back on in the fridge, you dig?
+Brand new and improved, stage two of my groove
+Same...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)[Intro]
+Uh, what, what
+(Uh, what)
+
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
+A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+
+[Verse 1]
+My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
+Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear
+Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
+Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
+Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
+Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
+Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
+I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
+For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
+If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M
+The first trip without the clique
+Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
+Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
+I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
+God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half million
+Without the FBI (Uh) catchin' feelin's? (What)
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
+A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
+Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
+Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back
+Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet
+Two sips from bein' alcoholic
+Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich
+But now, I'm all for it
+My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
+A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
+The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
+Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
+Trina got the fishscale between her
+The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
+She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
+Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
+Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M
+Word is bond, son (Uh, what)
+I had that bitch down on my shit like this (Uh, what, word)
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
+A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+
+[Verse 3]
+Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
+A letter L on my car keys
+Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
+'Posters be Francesco and all these bets
+Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
+I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
+Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute
+Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision redrum
+Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
+Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian
+Grand openings of barber shops and stock
+My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto
+Livin' like a pablo
+Papi like a poncho
+Until the state patrollers pulled us over
+Found the guns and the good
+Had a nigga like, "Nas had to run through the woods"
+I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'
+Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
+Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
+Now I'm back on it, climbin'
+Movin' consignment through rain, sleet, whatever climate
+So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
+Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded
+Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous
+GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
+Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
+Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it
+[Chorus]
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
+A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
+Street dreams are made of these (Made of these)
+Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
+Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
+Everybody's lookin' for somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pray[Nas]
+"What we need to be thinkin' about is the future!
+We don't know what's in store tomorrow!
+All we can do is just guess! We want the best for tomorrow;
+For our family, for our children, for our future
+But if we don't get up andact like we want it
+We gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray!
+You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray!
+Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today?
+Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here?
+Somebody prayin' for you, nigga!"
+
+[Horse]
+I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end
+Facin' life with no parol and consecut' sentencin'
+Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin'
+Your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin'
+Loyal ladies usual, a D-and A's the mutual
+Scared to face the light of a courtroom site
+Racist cops on each side cause the know I just might
+Make a break for the door but I give it my all
+If I die in this struggle, give my momma a call
+Cause she always left these jewels: what goes up must fall
+Since I fell dead broke, landed in jail
+Refused to face the facts, how wifey skipped to town with the bail
+I'm on my own now, V8, far away from home now
+Palmer wealth state, the law changes each date
+Secret inditements got me knocked, there ain't no price I can pay
+To get me the fuck up out this shit, so to Allah I pray
+For forgiveness - Yes, I sinned and I need to be held
+And jail ain't no place a black man wanna be killed
+Amen
+I only pray when shit is fucked up!
+I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
+I only pray when I'm in mothafuckin' handcuffs!
+Callin' out for someone, somewhere!
+Is there anybody out there?
+
+[Wiz]
+I look up at the sky, why do young niggas die?
+Felt the stray hit me, somebody stay with me
+Fallin' to the ground with the sound of a four-pound near me
+Bitches screamin', wish I was dreamin'
+I fought a thousand gun fights, near one bullet skipped me
+On the morning run to get my little sisters Rice Krispies
+Played the numbers knowin' that I got my lucky dice wit' me
+See some niggas I know I can roll - Uh, uh!
+Get them bitches, left all of them broke, left what they smoke
+Hoes yellin', 'Watch ya back!'
+But before I could turn around, before I could I react
+Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now?
+Is this blood that I feel as I fell to the ground?
+Feel like a head shot but maybe just grazed my temple
+Niggas diggin' in my pockets, sayin' I just rolled a pimple
+Yo, my mouth was movin' but it was nothin' I was sayin'
+Only if they knew deep inside my mind, I was prayin'
+Amen
+I only pray when shit is fucked up!
+I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
+I only pray when I need his help the most, what?!
+Callin' out to someone, somewhere!
+Yo, is anybody out there?
+
+[Jungle]
+Ain't nothin' stoppin' me - Untouchable - Hoes, I fucked a few
+Style like The Greatest, Ali - Check what the knuckle do
+Rock bubblegoose to mink, big links
+Yellow ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think?
+Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded
+Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target
+I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin', I'm ridin'
+I be gunnin', y'all be duckin' and divin'
+When I come through buckin' this four-fivin'
+Revenge you sayin' you gettin'
+But shit is gettin' too wild, this lifestyle of sprayin' weapons
+So I check out the preacher - Life is off the meter
+Thoughts of homicide, tryin' to dodge the reaper
+Confessions in a church cause it hurts, behind a curtain
+Nigga talkin' to me, but I ain't certain
+Voice sound familiar so I pulled the shade back
+It was this stupid nigga that I popped way back
+He set me up, he just got to the preist
+I tried to reach but he had his heat pointed my way
+And said, 'Pray'
+[Nas]
+"You've got to pray, huh! I mean pray, pray
+And when you pray, you got to look up to the lord, huh!
+You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh!
+You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store, huh!
+You got to pray for that man on the corner! He know he doin' wrong
+But somebody gotta pray for him, huh! You know we doin' wrong
+But we gotta pray for ourselves! You know we are headin'
+To this new millennium, goddamnit! They say a comet is comin'
+To this world by the year two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you
+To pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself
+And, and, and beg for forgiveness cause it comes back to you!
+A man told me that while he was in jail, all he did was pray
+All he did was stay in his jail cell and pray to God..."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Owe Me (feat Ginuwine)[Nas]
+Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
+Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
+Shorty, what up, huh?
+Come on
+[1 - Ginuwine]
+Shorty, say what's your price
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe me something
+[Nas]
+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
+[2 - Ginuwine]
+Shorty, say what's your price
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
+[Nas]
+Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
+Owe me back like its 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 cots feel it
+It's real in the field the Last Mohican
+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
+[Repeat 1]
+[3 - Ginuwine]
+Shorty, say what's your price
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
+[Nas]
+Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
+Owe me back like its money I lent
+Pay me back when you shake it again
+[Nas]
+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
+[Repeat 1]
+[Repeat 2]
+[Ginuwine]
+I put the 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 Ginuwine)
+(You owe Timbaland, you owe me)
+[Nas]
+Lock you down baby, 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
+[Ginuwine]
+Shorty, say what's your price
+Just to back it up
+You can hold my ice
+Now let's say you owe me something
+(You owe me something, oh yeah)
+I said shorty, say what's your price
+(You owe Nas)
+Just to back it up
+(You owe Ginuwine)
+You can hold my ice
+(You owe Timbaland)
+Now let's say you owe
+You owe us something, baby
+Oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Remember the Times (Intro)[Nas]
+Alright, are you sure
+
+[Kelis]
+Yeah, I'm sure
+So wait, you're telling me there's no-
+You can't think of anybody
+In your past, in your dirty dark crazy past (Nas laugh)
+So if I gave you a free pass, you wouldn't wanna do them just one last time
+
+[Nas]
+No
+
+[Kelis]
+Come on
+
+[Nas]
+No
+
+[Kelis]
+I don't believe you, all them-
+All them bitches?
+I'm serious, okay I'm saying you have
+Before we get married you have one free pass
+I don't need to know about it
+[Nas]
+Mhm...
+
+[Kelis]
+But it's one girl, there's one girl that you had in the past that you could say
+"You know what? Let me hit that one more time"
+
+[Nas]
+Ah, I can't really think of nobody
+Definitely ain't nobody 'cause I've been there, done that
+You know, let me go through itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Are You (Who I Am)[Intro: Ron Artest]
+Yo, Nas what up? Yo, Nas What up?
+This your boy Artest
+This is one track I won't rap on, I won't rap on
+Go!
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Heard you got your master's, did college up
+Never looked back, now that's what's happening
+And it's good to see you made it out the hood
+With a degree, a true man with passion
+Now you could enter the so-called
+"White Man's Society" and go right past them
+Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face
+But it's always absent
+There he go, that's him eating flan and ambrosia
+Watch on his arm, golden, laughin'
+Try to get his attention
+But he's flinching, guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention
+We were neighbors some time ago
+He was kinda cold, in this restaurant
+Full of his kind and more
+He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
+His side of the city where he resides, so
+I had to go
+I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes
+Hate so-called "intellectuals"
+No balls, he suggests we vote
+He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks
+He want to lecture folks
+'Cause he professional and he suggest that we don't sell dope
+And I guess it's true, but who the fuck are you?
+[Chorus: David Rainer]
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna tell me who I am?
+Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
+Tryna tell me what I'm not
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I'm Idi Amin, Marcus Garvey, H. Rap Brown
+I'm Muhammad Ali, I'm Reginald Lewis
+George Washington Carver, I'm Nas with incredible music
+Let's do it, thinking of a master plan
+Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
+Watching niggas argue, chillin' on my barstool
+With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
+With a girl named Pat, she more than a waitress
+To order your drink with
+She divorced a banker and bought the bar
+She got an automobile, she gives an order to kill
+You get caught and robbed
+We could see your walk is off, you could lose your rhythm
+When you outta the gutter for a while
+You easily go to soft from hard
+Now we all about hustlers, number runners
+Hoes and sharks and we all know the code of the block
+And you talking some gibberish, anti-nigga shit
+'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks
+Brother don't start, go build your Noah's Ark
+You could float to the end of the world
+And pretend what you not, but I know what you are
+While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot
+While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot
+Matter of fact, you're an easier target
+And I respect everything you accomplished
+But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense
+So who the fuck are you?
+[Chorus: David Rainer]
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna tell me who I am?
+Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
+Tryna tell me what I'm not
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+She Queen of Nzinga
+Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells
+Why can't you tell?
+Why can't you tell?
+
+[Hook: Xin Xin]
+It is what is is, it ain't what it ain't
+Am what I am, able to take care all of me alone
+And put that boy on hold
+Been a lot of duplicated
+Makes no difference, love or hate it
+Must stick to your guns
+Because you're the only one
+No one is going to hold you down like the way you do
+And they ain't gotta lace 'em up, and walk in your shoes
+Say what you say, it's nothing
+Got nothing to prove
+So, so who are you?
+So, so who are you-u?
+[Chorus: David Rainer, Xin Xin, Both]
+Who are you? tryna tell me who I am? Who I Am?
+Tryna tell me Who I Am? who I am?
+Who are you?
+Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
+Who are you? Who are you?
+Tryna tell me what I'm not
+Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
+Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
+Who are, who are, who are you-u?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanna Play (Rough?)[Verse One:]
+Yo, the Lord is my shepard
+The sword is my weapon
+Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
+Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son
+Cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
+Before they choose an education
+But once dead their ain't no awakenin'
+So like once said, life ain't for fakin
+Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?
+Fuck waitin'
+Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
+Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
+When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination'
+I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
+Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
+Is this the truth?
+This is what we do, sip a brew
+Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
+As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
+You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
+
+[Hook:]
+Okay, you wanna play rough?!
+(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes)
+Okay yo, we could play rough!
+[Verse 2:]
+Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
+Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
+I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
+Ducked in they seat?  are they lookin' for me?
+But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought
+I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
+May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
+P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips
+Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
+Pull the strap from under the seat
+Back up in the street
+Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
+Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
+Empty every shell in their direction
+Its you, I should've guessed it!
+Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
+Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into
+
+[Hook:]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
+Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
+Never thought I'd be in his home
+With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
+Fuckin' with me, you should've known
+I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
+What money can do, get you hit for less than a G
+For threatenin' me
+I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
+Killin' you niggas with nothin'
+Left him dead, engine runnin'
+You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
+Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
+They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
+But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
+For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
+Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
+I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
+Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?
+Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
+Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
+Eye for an eye, cause the sweetest part is payback
+Somebody kncokin', who dat?
+"a cop man", let him in
+And give that mothafucka one under the chin
+Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds!
+The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
+Dont explain, I put the pound on his head
+Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said......
+Okay, so we gonna play rough!
+[Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Halftime (Butcher Remix)[Intro]
+Check me out y'all
+Nasty Nas in your area
+About to cause mass hysteria
+
+[Verse 1]
+Before I blunt, I take out my fronts
+Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
+You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
+That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
+King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major
+Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
+Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
+40-side is the place that is giving me grace
+Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
+And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
+And ain't a damn thing gonna change
+I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
+Nas, why did you do it
+You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
+
+[Hook]
+It's halftime
+Hey yo, it's halftime
+It's halftime
+Check it out
+[Verse 2]
+It's like that, you know it's like that
+I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
+When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
+So I react never calmly on a hype track
+I set it off with my own rhyme
+Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
+I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
+In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
+I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
+When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
+I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
+With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
+Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
+This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
+Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'
+But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
+Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand
+And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man
+I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
+I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
+I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
+Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
+But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
+Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
+These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
+Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man
+Am I in place with the bass and format
+Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that"
+And next time I rhyme, I be foul
+Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
+I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
+Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime
+[Hook]
+It's halftime
+Check it, it's halftime
+It's halftime
+We're like that
+
+[Verse 3]
+I got it going on, even flip a morning song
+Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
+And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
+Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it
+Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
+I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third
+But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
+I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
+Putting hits on 5-0
+Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
+And biters can't come near
+And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia
+I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
+That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
+This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
+Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and
+The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
+Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
+Bet you I'm out
+It's still halftime
+Little greens switch through
+You know it's halftime
+Ninety-two
+It's halftime
+Halftime
+The police, man
+Come on man get out in here
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We March as Millions"It's much more than a march
+It will be the beginning of a movement
+Millions more movement; let us begin"
+
+"Tell us what you hear"
+
+[Nas]
+Dear people of the globe
+I hope that you're in good health
+By the time my voice hit you
+I hope it all is well with you
+My mission is to bail with you
+Touch upon some real issues
+Senators, Government Officials
+Sit at the conference and listen
+Have a Coke or mineral water and say I'm reminiscing
+George L. Jackson, Malcolm X last wind when I'm rapping
+Americans, Africans, Asians, Russians, and Arab men
+Send your clergymen to journey with Nas from Queens, projects
+I promise an unforgettable experience
+Compare me with, Amenhotep get in more debt
+History was stolen, get in my zone
+What makes the powers that be, less gangsta then Al Capone?
+The Rosetta stone was stolen like Chicago was
+Think I'm a thug?, let's talk about some conquerors
+Napoleon, Sun Tzu, Genghis Khan
+Hitler, Edi Amin, Attila the Hun
+Let's bring back to the cat that invented the gun
+From the Indians all the way to the Pentagon
+I'm sitting on Capitol Hill
+I'm composing this rhyme, guaranteed to make all of y'all feel
+The beauty that was trapped under siege
+Believe in yourself you'll be free, take it from me
+[Voice Samples]
+"We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting"
+["Throw up a fist for black power" --Nas
+"Tell us what you hear"
+"Why do we march? to protest Government policy
+We march because it's time to fight back
+We march for education"
+"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas
+"Tell us what you hear"
+"Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America"
+
+[Nas]
+The rejection of what's right could mean you in denial
+It either breaks you or makes you becomes hostile
+I swallow many lies before tasting the truth
+In the beginning there was darkness, beautiful you
+How will life be without night?, no tranquility?
+No way to get away and rest, no stability?
+I can't see the sky without the moon and the stars
+The sunlight blocking everything, the king I'm in raw
+People worship the Madonna in the shrines in Spain's
+I'm proud to share the same blood type in veins
+The holy mother -- the loneliest color remains
+Can't be tampering, diluted the chains
+They try make you not want it, make you run from it
+The wickedest men, want the ebony punished
+It's so seductive, it's sensuous in my clutches
+Hot as fire when Moses saw burning bushes
+So abused and misused and mistreated
+Naked men wanna get drunk and get weed it
+People wild when she comes out pull out and party
+Catch her body, fornicate some start beef
+Chain reaction cause it's in the air
+The lost tribe scattered everywhere
+From the North thru West Hemisphere
+Scientist and Archaeologist conceal the obvious
+The dead, living and little children over time of this
+Obsession, caressing, every essence of magnetism
+Every organism when it come to it
+All question about Resurrection and your connection with God
+It's answered with the beast in your heart
+[Voice Samples]
+"We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting"
+"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas
+"Tell us what you hear"
+"Why do we march? to protest Government policy
+We march because it's time to fight back
+We march for education"
+"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas
+"Tell us what you hear"
+"Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Represent (Live)[Intro: Nas]
+"Represent to the fullest"
+Let's represent forever
+"Represent"
+We gon represent forever
+"Represent"
+I will represent forever
+"Represent"
+Yeah, say what?
+What you say?
+"Represent"
+What we do?
+"Represent"
+Represent
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Any day could be your last in the jungle
+Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
+The corners is the hot spot, full of criminals
+Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare
+At the out-of-towners, they better break North
+Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
+The streets is filled with undercovers
+Homicide chasing brothers
+The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and lock us
+And killer coppers even come through in helicopters
+I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock
+For the fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
+Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em
+And leave 'em done, won't even run about
+I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
+Nas is a rebel of the street corner
+Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Represent, represent
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
+Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
+Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
+When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
+Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
+Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
+This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
+The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
+‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, crab stunts
+So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
+The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
+The type of brother who be pissing in your elevator
+Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
+Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
+Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
+Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I represent y'all, yeah
+I represent y'all
+I represent y'all
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+This is what it's about
+Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
+Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
+I used to chill on the corner, on the block
+Every day's a different...that had us running from cops
+If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
+We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
+Nowadays, I need the cash in the hand just like the next man
+Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand
+Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man
+But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
+Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop
+Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow
+Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit
+My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
+It's your brain on, to all fly bitches and thugs
+'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I represent y'all
+I represent y'all
+I represent y'all
+I represent y'all
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+This one goes
+This one goes
+To the Queen rich crew, the 40 side of Vernon
+The 41st side of Vernon, The Goodfellas
+My man Cee-Lo from the Don, Lakey the Kid
+My whole crew, Big Dove
+[?] yeah baby
+To my whole crew from the Northside, from the Southside
+Way out the [?] projects
+[?] Wood
+The whole Long Island city, we here baby (we here)
+And of course to you D.C
+"Represent"
+"Represent"
+"Represent"
+"Represent"
+"Represent"
+Yeah
+"Represent"
+Yeah
+"Represent"
+Yeah
+Oh, we represent to
+Represent to the fullest
+Represent to the fullestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Am I GoingUhh, where am I going?
+Where am I? Where the hell am I?
+Yo, it's ill...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me
+Life tries ducking me
+Luckily, I find 'em just at the right time
+Mac in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm
+Like Christion, watching my life go
+Can´t do myself in
+Wolves in the night yo, hell's men
+Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin, hop in my Benz
+Push it to the limit, buck-sixty, who wit' me?
+My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner conscience
+Telling me that I ain't shit
+No matter how much cash I sit wit'
+Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
+My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain
+To replenish my adolescent brain
+Blessed be her name, before her birth, I was insane
+So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain
+I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
+Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
+Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive
+As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
+To maintain, bitches playin' games
+Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
+But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
+Lost so many close niggas
+Drunk, almost crashed, I'm going too fast
+Highway patrol will just flash
+Lights in my rearview
+If they stop me, I hope they lock me
+Instead they speed ahead
+Yo, nigga, watch me
+[Hook]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand, trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone
+Drunk by myself
+
+[Verse 2]
+Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
+Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts
+For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
+Can't tell these niggas nothing though
+Bullets wake 'em up well
+Take 'em to hell
+Stick up niggas once ran up on me
+My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me
+I ain't your mark, homie
+It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
+Spilling my bottle, not even shook of the Jakes
+Could hardly look both ways
+Put out the haze, blurry vision
+Think about the time in my life before I was in television
+Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision
+Since we all hood niggas, expect kilos
+But what they not seeing is police expect RICO
+Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
+Windows up, blastin' A.C., going wherever instinct takes me
+I hate it when I'm like this
+The bottle's my accomplice
+[Hook]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+Yo, I'll ride to the end of the road, if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand, I try to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone
+Drunk by myself
+
+[Verse 3]
+The reason that I want to be alone
+Tired of all the things that went wrong
+That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
+Take another swig
+The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
+Fake friends who hung around, who wanna bring you down
+Not knowing who to trust, rumors about niggas coming through
+Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
+Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately
+Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again
+To keep my mind off that weak shit
+There's love through it all
+Things to live for
+I swerve, almost crash into a wall
+Think about the good, find myself laughing
+Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
+Know I'm near my crib
+Tryna see my way through the streets
+Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
+Start to feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
+Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired...
+[Hook]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand, trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself, all alone in the zone
+Drunk by myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where Are They Now (80's Remix)[Intro: Nas & Bobby Byrd]
+Get involved!
+Get involved!
+Get involved!
+Get involved!
+Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop's still dead
+1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here
+I asked where they are, here they are
+
+[Verse 1: MC Shan & Nas]
+Hip Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!)
+Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core
+Diamonds are a girl's best friend and delay gladiators
+Matter fact, you blow more steam than hot radiators
+Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't hatin' (80's!)
+'Cause I still spit fire like the Son of Satan
+Shan motherfucker and I'm Queensbridge bred
+Check Myspace (Queens!) Forever will they bare my face
+[Verse 2: Raheem from The Furious Five & Nas]
+Who said lightning can't strike in the same place twice
+Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice
+Yeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!)
+I had you open before crack, cocaine grow-in
+Before The Fever, before Missy's first Misdemeanor
+Before Run's, first pair of Adidas, got heaters
+And I pop pop, pop, pop, heaters
+Stop dealers, on my block was the first hot wheeler
+[Verse 3: Doctor Ice from UTFO & Nas]
+You never knew (the 80's y'all!) something so butter could come from the gutter
+I'm Doctor Ice the diamond cut cutter
+Like Jacob's the Jeweler and Rick is The Ruler (UTFO!)
+Boogie Down Kris is the teacher, but Doc's gonna school ya
+Y'all 'bout y'all sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefers
+We got our, eight tracks and speakers, our loops and our reefers
+My work is, never in vain, born to exert
+So even when I'm buried, I'm still the diamond in the dirt, let's work
+
+[Verse 4: Kangol from UTFO & Nas]
+(Go Kangol!!)
+Yeah what's up fam?
+My chick for twenty years tried to cut your man
+She tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pans
+I'm on to project Plan B, nigga fuck Roxanne! (Get focused y'all!)
+Tried to take the pot I piss in, now the chick outta my system
+The whooped niggas need to listen, listen, listen, listen
+Cock aim fire don't you miss 'em, miss 'em, miss 'em
+And every chance you get you diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+(Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all! Now, this is the right time)
+(Where are they now?)
+(Your man Nas, I asked y'all where they at? The pioneers I got love for them man that's why I'm doin this)
+(I got love for them man, so here they are two thousand and seven, yeah)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?)
+[Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee & Nas]
+Where am I? On high with a pen
+Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all)
+You call him God's Son, I call him God sent
+First the God sent me, then the God Rakim
+How can Nas not win when the God sent him
+To resurrect true rhyme God kingdom
+Say Amen when you see me
+'Cause when you pray I'm him then you believe me
+
+[Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 & Nas]
+Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethin'
+Mother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethin'
+I got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the culture
+Yo Nas brought us back on this track so bring it back (They don't stop y'all!)
+From dusk to dawn I grip the mic on my palm
+I bring the love so you can get it on
+Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop
+For realla, come harder than some of you niggas
+
+[Verse 7: Tito from Fearless Four & Nas]
+You cats is foul frontin' like you hard as a rock
+When these brothers were the buildin' blocks
+That made you turn up the box
+Doug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew, To Markie D and Cool Rock (Know your history y'all!)
+Rest in peace to the Human Beat Box (Know your history!)
+Like when I first heard Jay, Darryl and Joe, saw a UTFO
+I knew right then and there I wanna blow
+There needs to be a museum where everybody could see 'em
+Said everybody chasin' per diem, a little respect
+[Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz from The Cold Crush Brothers]
+You got another thing comin' if you think me and my man ain't sluggin'
+Got more gold than Mr. Drummond summoning
+Come in the Terrordome, niggas are ever blown
+That's why you get no ends, but just in case
+You got a death wish, or a flare for the dramatic
+There's some static in the attic, now go get it lookin' at it
+I'm Illmatic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it
+I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz!
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+(Grandmaster Caz, y'all know what this is do y'all know what this means!)
+(The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track)
+(Where are they now?)
+(To rap, took time out of there schedule, when y'all ain't even got no love)
+(But they still givin y'all love, that's hip hop y'all)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?)
+(Give it up to the OG's the original gangstas of Rap, yeah)
+
+[Verse 9: Linque AKA Isis from X-Clan & Professor Twins]
+Nas you had to ask Linque, where you been?
+Rippin on the mics with the devilish grin
+Sort of like a tack cause I stay under they skin
+Cause when I open up my mouth I blow them chicks to the wind
+Don't get besides yourself like you Siamese twins [Professor X:] ("This is protected!")
+Still got the pen to make the ?message of sin? ("By the red, the black")
+You bring it back I do it over again ("and the green")
+Exposin those who pretend, stay on my grind 'til the end
+
+[Verse 10: Dana Dane & Nas]
+First there was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!)
+Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day
+Moms moved and born that big day, dad hit the freeway
+My young life was screenplay, better yet a cliché (I can't believe it!)
+To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say?
+They say we were a fad, but fad don’t last decades
+We played by the D-Day, everyday Eve's day
+Capital D-A-N-E - hip hop, my D-N-A
+
+[Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee & Nas]
+C'mon! Well I'm the "whatcha-say-why?" The "whatcha-say-who?" [?] with that same crew
+First name Pebblee, last name Poo (Oh!)
+Gina Parks? says a [?] I'm a leader, theiver, greeter
+Last mark the game like Run and them Adidas (Do the history ya'll!)
+I'm a real estate investor but, I still blessed her
+Microphone teacher outta Alpha Four ?"Beavers?
+Hold on I get deeper, dope b-boy speaker
+Practice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh
+
+[Verse 12: Just Ice & Nas]
+Touch the mic and make it stand up [RAW!]
+Lyrics are legendary status so get ya hands up
+Clap to the freestyle (Just Ice!) dance, but in the meanwhile
+Cool calm collected, smooth that's how I get down
+Then at the stage, hold 'em up like a twelve gauge
+Page after page, all you see is a pure rage!
+So pass the gat, grab ?taps? for the beat
+Just Ice signing off [Whaaat?!] Yo, I'm out y'all, peace!
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Yo, that's incredible, man, play that again!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s A Bitch (Live)[Spoken: Nas]
+You know, it's life
+Life as I know it man
+This life is crazy
+I realize that we're all here for a purpose
+I was lucky to find mine
+I didn't come from a privileged family
+I didn't read no fancy books like Outliers or Bounce, and found my way
+We just rise, right?
+With no help, we can rise in the wave
+For me, I needed more than money though
+I wanted to be heard man
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+20, it's a blessin'
+The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
+My physical frame is celebrated ‘cause I made it
+One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created
+Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
+Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
+My skull, ‘cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
+Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
+When I was young, I used to do my thing hard
+Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
+Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash
+Got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash
+Now it's all about cash in abundance
+Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
+I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!"
+That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
+Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
+I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
+Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
+Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Shoutout to my father Olu Dara
+This is his horn part right here he wrote
+Can we hear the horn?
+He played that shit so right
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Life's a bitch and then you—then you get high
+You never know, it's real shit, right?
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
+‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go
+Life's a bitch and then you die
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Y'all making me high right now, we don't need no weed
+Yeah, oh
+Thank you for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Peace God[Verse 1:]
+Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
+Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
+D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
+Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
+Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
+Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
+More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
+The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
+The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
+My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
+Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
+But they small as a shanty in a African village
+Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
+Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
+You screaming like you love war
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Everybody's crazy
+Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
+Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
+Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
+
+[Nas:]
+Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
+You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
+You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
+8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
+Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
+No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
+Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
+Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
+Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
+Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
+I'm light year far your mouth get all white
+When I'm near you I frighten your heart
+I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
+Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
+Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
+Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
+[Hook:]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
+War plus money man I got too many spots
+Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
+Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
+Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
+We all connected so your man know my man
+Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
+Beat cases and now niggas back on the block what
+Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
+Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
+Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
+Their own my will take the contract surprise
+So we play a mental game intimidation
+Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying
+I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day an
+Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
+Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
+I got some niggas with acid get it thrown in your face
+Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
+Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
+
+[Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blood diamonds are foreverThey dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland
+Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand
+Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'
+Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again
+Yeah, guess that's how we got here
+Slave Trade then the Diamond Trade
+Every child's afraid
+When his Mother and Father get sprayed
+Forced in the Army, young killer Brigade
+Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue
+Til' his mind can't take what he's gon' through
+Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue
+Then The Royal Family, the ice goes to
+And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed
+As I rap with my Platinum chain
+When you shop for a gift for me
+You think about the misery?
+The same way we made Apartheid History
+We can do the same thing to the conflict ice
+But everybody wanna shine, right?
+
+[HooK: Nas]
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
+They wanna Shine on 'em
+Shine on 'em X 7
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+My VVS glimmers on my chest
+200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist
+I wonder how people starve to death
+When God bless the land that lacks the harvest
+The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty
+And the whole world ignores the robbery
+Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me
+Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity
+It shocks, so many are killed annually
+'Cause of greed, lust, and pure Vanity
+Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it
+Every Holiday Season, Jewelry stores crowded
+Kids snatched from their homes, Mutilated alive
+Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly
+But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine
+
+[HooK: Nas]
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
+Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
+Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
+They wanna shine on 'em
+Shine on 'em X 7EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Something from Nothing Art of Rap FreestyleMay laughter
+For backstabbers
+Turn to tears faster
+For you I wish no snakes would slither past ya
+Ya have ta
+Keep your vision clear
+Only a coward lives in fear
+My surroundings, got only real powerful niggas here
+Real friends we have a code of ethics
+No question
+No feminine tendencies
+We not expecting
+No gossip
+No phony logic
+No counting your homey pocket
+Spare no expense
+For legal defense
+If your homey locked up
+Who cares who was the last who looked out?
+Selfishness
+That's a character flaw
+No holding out
+Yo what happened to the honor?
+You're dealing with
+Sensitive prima donna drama
+Teflon love
+For my dudes who solidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Never Gonna Give it Up[Intro: Nas]
+Man, we love you man, you hear me?
+This is coming from the General man, Nas man
+Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya niggas
+Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves famous
+Whether you shouting me out on your records
+Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...?
+You know... you know how you dick riding man? This goes out to ya
+Cause we love you man, I've done made a lot of niggas famous man
+But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you
+Ayo, word up
+It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more
+Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?
+Nigga see niggas driving around with fancy cars, diamonds, all that shit
+Niggas thinking a nigga chilling
+Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit
+But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's the life baby, you gots to understand it's life baby
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's the life baby, you gots to understand it's life baby
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I got the mansion and the nice ride
+Platinum chain, and an ice watch
+All this fame in my life's hard
+I entertain in so many places
+See so many different faces
+They look the same from the stages
+After the concert, hours of long work
+Home sick from the road, smoking my lungs hurt
+Even though now I'm recording songs
+It's better than, when I was peddling, doing wrong
+I brought the crew along, we thugging
+Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands
+Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them
+Can't even role the streets now, without the heat
+I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is weak
+On trial, what I'ma tell the judge
+He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor the jury
+That's when I need celeb status and the blackness
+This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+My girl hate when I'm with my boys
+Think I'm cheating, every morning knocking at my door
+State policeman, give him a reason, but I don't give it to him
+They said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
+See, I cooperate until they push me
+Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy
+You not fake, can't explain how much I miss the block
+When we was slinging with my niggas, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
+Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile
+Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear
+I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west"
+And he told me spit it clear
+Another hit just made, another album
+So ones again we getting paid, and now we wilding
+Get hype to shoot the video, all in the city yo
+I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me though
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+The haters say I ain't shit
+Hope I fall, but I can't slip
+Got to ball, got to bank chips
+Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ain't amount to nothing
+Catch my moms on the bench fronting
+I got to stay awake, got to pray today
+Glad I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say
+So many times I ain't wanna rhyme
+Wanted a normal life where I ain't Nas all the time
+So many problems too, do what I got to do
+As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you"
+I keep laying hits, winners never quits
+Plus if I stop, how would I stay legit?
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby
+I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
+I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
+Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
+See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+’91 FreestyleYo, this is Nas, the rebel to America
+I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked
+Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks
+My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung
+I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns
+Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction
+I blow the fuse with the style I choose
+Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
+My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket
+Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope
+I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke
+Try to battle me and gasp for breath
+Words I speak is a step beyond death
+A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd
+I'm so strong, long enough to box with God
+I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it
+My thought are bugged
+My brains should be put in a straitjacket
+I'm nastier than cannibalism
+I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen
+My rap is a ritual of Satan
+Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic
+My brain is deranged
+In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange
+Many say that I'm propelled to Hell
+But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell
+Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop
+Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot
+And smoke a mic like a fiend
+I use a TEC 9 like I was ???????
+I go on till the break of dawn
+Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond
+It's like that and, uh, I go on and on
+Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is tornEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Can (Remix)[Hook : Kids]
+I know I can
+Be what I wanna be
+If I work hard at it
+I'll be where I wanna be
+
+I know I can (I know I can!)
+Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)
+I'll be where I wanna be
+[Verse 1 : Rakim]
+I'm from the home of a million legends and trend settin
+A lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppin
+Mind stressin tryin to find direction, crime spreading
+Time precious, I ain't have rest since 9/11
+I live fast, hustle like today is my last
+I get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave
+Crack, D and raw, gats squeezin off
+Manhattan streets in awe from casualties of war
+The eve of the Apocalypse, evil people in politics
+Every block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis
+The opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra
+Alicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's opera
+So New York City walk with me, talk gritty
+It's up to us New York it's our city
+Here the man come with the anthem, hands up
+It's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up
+[Hook : Kids]
+I know I can
+Be what I wanna be
+If I work hard at it
+I'll be where I wanna be
+
+I know I can (I know I can!)
+Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)
+[Verse 2 : Nas]
+For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
+From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
+To clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin'
+And can we please pour some more liquors?
+For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggas
+Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
+It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
+Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
+And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
+And can we please have a moment of truth?
+For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
+And families back home who pray they make it home safe
+Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
+This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
+Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
+Let's take 'em home
+[Hook : Kids]
+I know I can
+Be what I wanna be
+If I work hard at it
+I'll be where I wanna be
+
+I know I can (I know I can!)
+Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)
+[Verse 3 : 2Pac]
+I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce
+Movin' my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts
+Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
+They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
+They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
+Why you frontin' like you Billy bad-ass, nigga you scary
+I've been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
+I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
+While you bullshittin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases
+Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
+Leavin' no trace, they see my face and they buried
+Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried
+Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'mma ride
+Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die
+It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is
+Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids
+In this life I lead
+[Hook : Nas + Kids]
+I know I can (I know I can!)
+Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)
+
+[Hook : Kids]
+I know I can (I know I can!)
+Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)
+If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)
+I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)
+[Bridge : Kids]
+Ooohh
+[Outro : Nas]
+Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
+Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
+Save the musicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Grand Finale[dmx - dialogue]
+I ain't goin back to jail
+Next time, the county or the state see me
+It's gonna be in a bag
+
+Uhh! this is it baby!
+End of the road, ha hah!
+When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
+You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
+You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
+
+[method man]
+Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
+From the friday the 13th, ghetto jason
+Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
+Out that s-class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
+Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
+Ain't no love here, just slugs here
+Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
+For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
+Third eye watchin you, watchin me
+Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
+Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
+Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
+Cause we family for better or worse, you and i
+From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
+To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
+For deceased peers, holdin fort
+Police line 'do not cross', they found his corpse
+In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
+Homicide the crime method, add another
+Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale
+[lennox speaking - movie dialogue]
+Who wan' test me, c'mon!
+Me shot pussy-hole fi fun
+
+[nas escobar]
+Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
+Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
+My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
+In the stomach, he robbin niggas who pumpin
+Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
+Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
+Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
+Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
+Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
+Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
+Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
+And god'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
+
+May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
+The mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us
+But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
+To get revenge, and we ride to the end
+Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still rise
+Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
+And only five in, the belly of the beast
+Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
+It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
+And got us niggas from the hood, hangin off his teeth
+We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
+Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
+Chorus: ja rule (repeat 2x)
+When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
+My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
+Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
+Come on niggas! (we dawgs for life)
+
+[dmx and lakid {dialogue}]
+There's mad money out here dawg
+Mad money out here
+What you tryin to get it? (word up)
+You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tsh, whatever yo)
+I hear you I hear you
+
+[dmx]
+Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
+Pinch myself to wake up, cause I know it's a dream
+Niggas that don't know me see me and think i'ma rob em
+Niggas that know me well see me and think i'ma problem
+I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
+But word to God I turn your last name to underwood
+Cause if I see it, i'ma take it and run with it, that's me
+What type of bullshit is this nigga on? that's d
+The dawg come and getcha outside
+The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
+Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
+Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
+Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
+Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed
+How much you plead, for your life, you was a killer
+And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
+Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
+One more nine, c'mon cry nigga
+It's over! this is the shit, that hits hard
+You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Shot My Way Out[Intro]
+Yeah
+I want all my niggas to come journey with me
+My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
+Beginning of me, therefore I could see
+Through my belly button window who I am...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
+Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist
+Punching my mom's stomach, kicking on her cervix
+Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
+Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
+But to take on a name, that my pops chose for me
+Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes
+Looking out my belly button window, my father sighs
+On his face he wears a frown, and I'm wondering
+If they even want me around, as I go back to spirit town
+So I could rest longer before I come back down the chute again
+In the near future when
+Mom and pops could agree on this, was here before
+But my mom saw her gynecologist, he dumped me off
+First they want me, then turn around and say they don't
+You got 120 days, do what y'all want
+But as for me, coming back, this be the last time
+Abort me, keep me or give me away, make up your minds
+[Hook 4X: Nas]
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+
+[Verse 2]
+They must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months passed, I'm still alive
+Guess I got what they call Ill Will to survive
+When I look hard, the lights is killing my eyes
+I know when mom's laying down, I get bored, start to get live
+Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe
+All black babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
+Solar energize, mineralize food, flowing through my mother's tube
+I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
+Month two was the least most comfortable
+My umbilical cord choking me
+But month 3 was closer, see
+That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
+But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute
+Watching 'em yell, heard my mom's voice well
+Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
+While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
+I wondered if I am born, will I be safe at all
+This place they call the world though my view was so large
+Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
+Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July
+But the Lord already figured out a date and time
+Septemeber 14th, '73
+Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me
+Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gonna stop
+See how the goverment will start re-training cops
+Month 9, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced
+Pops told my moms "Push, and take deep breaths, too"
+"Stay calm," holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
+Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
+Everything is blurry, my first breath screamed out
+Tears pouring down my pop's face, he's so proud
+Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody
+They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga ain't ugly!"
+Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother
+Finally, I got to see who held me in her body, she loved me
+And, yo, I plan to over throw the devil
+And y'all bout to see this world in trouble
+Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beginning and End[Intro:]
+Yeah
+I want all my niggas to come journey with me
+My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
+Beginning of me, therefore I could see
+Through my belly button window who I am...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
+Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist
+Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
+Twitching cause I'm nervous
+Thought my intended purpose
+Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
+But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
+Bloodstream full of indo
+Developing eyes looking out my belly button window
+My father's face wears a frown
+And I'm wondering if they even want me around
+Cause I'll go back to spirit town
+So I could rest longer before I come back down
+The chute again, in the near future when
+My moms and pops can agree on this
+Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist
+He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont
+You got a 120 days do what you want
+But as for me coming back this be my last time
+Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind
+[Hook: Nas]
+I shot my way out my mom dukes
+
+[Verse 2:]
+They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive
+Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive
+When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes
+I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live
+Move side to side hear loud music and vibe
+All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie
+Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
+I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
+Month two was the least most comfortable
+My umbilical cord choking me
+But month 3 was closer, see
+Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
+But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute
+Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well
+Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
+While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
+I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all
+This place they call the world though my view was so large
+Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
+Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July
+But the Lord already figured out a date and time
+Septemeber 14th, 73
+Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me
+Arms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stop
+See how the goverment will start re-training cops
+Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced
+Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too
+Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
+Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
+Everything blurry, my first breath screams out
+Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud
+Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody
+They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga ain't ugly!"
+Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother
+Finally, I got to see who held me in her body
+She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil
+Y'all bout to see this world in trouble
+Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When Thugs dieThis is what it sounds like
+When a thugs dies (pow, pow ,pow) (we won’t cry)
+This is what it sounds like
+When a thug dies (pow ,pow, pow ) (tears from your mama's eyes)
+
+When I’m with my niggas this is how it sounds
+It ain't nothin nigga give my niggas pounds
+This is what it sounds like when I’m with my hoes
+Hard dicks bitch you fuckin with a pro
+This is what I’m thinkin when u bitch niggas plott'en
+I’m gonna kill this nigga right now I got him
+This is what he say right before the lead hit him (yo please don’t shoot)
+Man fuck'em, did him
+When the cops come this is what a rat say
+He shot em 4 times and he ran that way
+Now a nigga on the run, this what real nigga do
+You can stay at my crib I heard what happened, come thru
+A bitch or a nigga can help a nigga hide
+Open up the front door and welcome u inside
+Coward nigga want war, well then we gonna ride
+Wit the pump and the 44 and catch a homicide
+
+This is what it sounds like when a thugs die (pow pow pow) (your moms cry)
+This is what it sounds like when a thug die (pow pow pow ) (mamas cry)
+This is what it sounds like when a thugs die (pow pow pow) (tears from your mama's eyes)
+At his funeral this is what u heard (oh my god oh my god)
+Ya that was that nigga's bird
+And that ***** is foul
+Do u know that ho's style
+When u was locked up she had another *****s child
+The other *****s me, I knew that was his wife
+What the fuck am I gonna do, bitch is begging for the pipe
+And I was coming through on the reggy every night
+But then this nigga came home I said it wasn't right
+9 months later shit got crazy
+***** flipped out when she said it ain't his baby
+Slapped her up, gun butt her with the nine
+Put it to her head til she told him it was mine
+(you fucking bastard I'm gonna bury em 6 feet deep)
+Heard he looking for me daily, carrying his heat
+Now he’s under the ground may he rest in peace
+Cuz he was married to a ho and I was married to the street
+
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry)
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry)
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from youe eye)
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from your moms eyes)
+
+Its been 2 years ain’t nobody catched me
+Hennesy and pepsi, my Tech will protect me
+Out of state made alot of cake, they respect me
+Got a new identity, hoes want to sex me
+Havin memories of my seed kind of stress me
+Cuz my son is 2 and his appearance reflects me
+Gotta new Lex GS chrome wheels nigga
+Drove all the way home, man shit is real nigga
+Got back to the hood it was raining and pouring
+Knocking on this bitche's door like 3 in the morning
+She knew I was comin, I saw a cop 2 of em running
+Let off 4 shots then I caught 2 in the stomach
+She set me up, the rain and the led wet me up
+(pow pow pow) that’s the sound of a thug dead cuz
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry)
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry)
+This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from your moms eyes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fetus (Belly Button Window)[Intro]
+Yeah
+I want all my niggas to come journey with me
+My name is Nas
+And the year is 1973
+Beginning of me
+Therefore I could see
+Through my belly button window
+Who I am...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I existed in the womb, just like an abyss
+Came straight from spirit-land, my hands balled in a fist
+Punching my mom's stomach, kicking on her cervix
+Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
+Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
+But to take on the name that my pops chose for me
+Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes
+Looking out my belly button window, my father sighs
+On his face he wears a frown
+And I'm wondering if they even want me around
+'Cause I'll go back to Spirit-Town
+So I could rest longer before I come back down
+The chute again, in the near future when
+Mom and Pops can agree on this
+Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist
+He dumped me off
+First they want me, then turn around and they don't
+You got 120 days, y'all do what you want
+But as for me coming back this be my last time
+Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up your minds
+[Chorus: Sample]
+"I shot my way out my mom dukes"
+"I shot my way out my mom dukes"
+"I shot my way out my mom dukes"
+"I shot my way out my mom dukes"
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, hey must wanna keep me, cause four months past, I'm still alive
+Guess I got what you call ill will to survive
+When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes
+I know when moms is laying down 'cause I get bored, start to get live
+Move side to side hear loud music and vibe
+All bBck babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
+Solar energize, mineralize food flowing through my mothers tube
+I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
+Month two was the least most comfortable
+My umbilical cord choking me, but month three was closer, see
+Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
+But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute
+Watching 'em yell, heard my mom's voice well
+Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
+While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
+I wondered, "If I am born, will I be safe at all?"
+This place they call the world, through my view, was so large
+Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
+Month 5, month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July
+But the Lord already figured out a date and time
+Septemeber 14th, '73
+Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me
+Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gonna stop
+See how the goverment will start retraining cops
+Month 9, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced
+Pops told my moms push and take deep breaths, too
+Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on
+Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
+Everything is blurry, my first breath screams out
+Tears pouring down my pop's face, he's so proud
+Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody
+They washed me off and he say, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
+Placed me in his arms, snuggly, laid me on my mother
+Finally, I got to see who held me in her body
+She loved me
+And, yo, I plan to overthrow the devil
+And y'all bout to see this world in trouble, motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Your Mouth Got You in It[Hook x2]
+Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run
+You mouth got in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want it with no one
+... niggas now are after you and here they come
+
+[Verse 1]
+This nigga thinkin that everybody puss til he got his shit push
+Lot of shit poppin, got him all swiss cheesed up
+He fell to his knees and wished he never released words from outta his mouth bout the next man's Gs
+Telling me that he was heavenly involved to rob
+Any nigga who scared to murder who had cash
+Didn't deserve the convertible cars, sipping bourbon at bars
+He feel if they ain't real he should get stuck, him and his peoples
+You must be sniffing that diesel
+Cause if that nigga knew you was scheming he would just leave you in pieces
+Plus he's a friend of ours, we got our Benz's that power
+Motor cars hung on the wire, left summers puff party
+Plus you don’t get enough really never meant ..laugh and threat
+.. That they wouldn’t budge they play the ..
+
+[Hook (little different)]
+Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run
+You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+... niggas now are after you and here they come
+[Verse 2]
+These niggas live after death before ...
+I got you we smoke the same weed, same cars we drive
+Knew two of these dudes got into murder shit just last year
+I start fuck with them thinking make me lose my career
+We still touch though its just dough
+I make some songs that ... on they dirty money just smell wrong
+But I don't knock you because we come from the same upbringing
+I came up slinging, the same way they came up slinging
+One thing I learn though, still judge niggas by it
+Say alot about men who contend but can't be quiet
+The school from which I learn is the street of old
+Fuck fools they talk to worm in six feet hole
+Be telling niggas what I'm eatin, what I’m holding, its sickening
+Don't be conerned with what I'm eating, cause what I eat you ain't shittin
+These niggas that start beef, they talk like bitches
+And I'm the type to give you ...
+Yo, black stocking cap on my face pulled down
+From behind, all you hear is the gun cock back sound
+And now I put it in yo mouth, fuck you were sayin?
+Suck on this you trip, try to duck and imma spray ya
+
+[Hook (little different)]
+Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want beef with no one
+When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run
+You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+... niggas now are after you and here they come
+[Verse 3]
+You make promises that you can keep full of deceit
+Street face swallow pride ...talk to you money shit
+You wana run with it .. talk about shit
+You ain't’ get none of it
+You whisper got bitch unless is for the real
+Always ..tryin' to ..can’t remember I said ..fire on you ..
+If .. run off ‘cause the things gotta
+You ain’t get no wings ..but ends
+How ... I’m going blow to you I expect to win
+
+[Hook (little different)]
+Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+When the .. niggas after you where you gonna run
+You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out
+Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun
+Know when you don't want war with no one
+... niggas now are after you and here they comeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta Rap (Remix)[Chorus: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
+("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+Felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic
+Monster Cody OG, hard as the Ramparts police
+Warring like the Answars and Sunni
+I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci, and what?
+I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke
+The bitch you with or the reason you not broke ("Rappers!")
+I don't count your money, don't want none of your smoke
+I don't feel your pain, I ain't none of your folk ("Niggas!")
+It's easy to put a gun in your throat
+But I ain't on that, trying to sip Coladas where it's warm at
+Cognac, crushed ice, y'all know how it is
+Elijah said a women half your age plus seven years
+Is a plush way to live, this is for the blunted
+For the niggas who keep it one hundred
+Who hunted by DAs and judges ("Green Lantern!")
+This is for the drunkards, stuck in the ghetto, for winos
+And old ladies with high sugar levels
+Who am I? I'm here to murder the devil
+I survive through the struggle and perils, I'm thorough ("Nas!")
+Who am I? I'm here to murder the devil
+I survive through the struggle and perils, I'm thorough
+[Chorus: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
+("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga
+Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it
+
+[Outro: MC Ren Sample]
+"Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me?
+Because police always wanna harass me!"
+
+[Interlude: Sample Collage]
+"This is once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week, of course, in Brooklyn, with the tragedy over there, and then again last night, another police shooting."
+"Here's what they think about you!"
+"I hate motherfuckers like you. You niggas ain't shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with the Smith and Wesson and you couldn't do shit! How you feel now?"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blood, New VersionItaliano motto
+Train like Cus D'Amato
+Guard your plant
+Recline low black milano
+Blessed God feelin kosher
+One in the top of the toaster
+???
+My nine is stuck in a holster
+Dump quick
+Chasing my dick
+Made a bum bitch rich
+Stalefish
+Heard she naked in jail flicks
+Mamacita
+Black widow turned to be a back seater
+Satin pillows a pimpstress in willow
+Cookin my blow and heads low
+Eye swellin
+The son of the grain
+I gotta split my wife's melon
+So I can see the seven seeds of my circumference
+Beaver lunged it
+Polishin pistols at the gunsmith
+Clever
+My mama told me take cheddar
+Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate better
+When cakes measured
+Lock the front door secure
+See the gleaming white crystal when its pure
+Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass niggas
+That smash your Benz windows
+Detecting fake niggas signals
+Yo live niggas get it too
+Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
+Bloodshot red eyes, high
+Yellow envelopes of lye
+Opening cigars let tobacco fly
+Kicks matchin my shit my gun on
+Thinkin of names for my mans unborn
+Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves
+Put my hat on my waves
+Latter Day Saints scream religious praise
+Heat grazed the baby yo
+Foul shit made a welfare mom crazy
+More bodies drop by the ratio
+Paces flow
+Grisly thoughts for makin dough
+Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash flow
+So now its on never wasted a slug
+Time is money
+When it comes to mine
+Take it in bloodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hey Young World[Intro]
+The world is yours is something is, um, something I got from Slick Rick
+Back in the days, hey young world, the world is yours
+From the movie Scarface where, uh, his whole thing was the world is yours
+He sort of bluntly said the world is yours out there in the sky
+He looked at it, uh, something from god telling him, you know, the world is yours
+
+Yeah, yeah, yeah (It goes)
+
+[Chorus: x2]
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Young world young world... the world is yours
+Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Young people are so special
+It's so good what god blessed you
+Death to unethical thoughts that surpress you
+Like diseases, they conjure up inside the test tubes
+To stress you, beaurcratic genocide
+But maybe I'm a wreck loose
+It's just my observation as a whole
+Human extermination, population control
+Assuming my generation is young and out of control
+But y'all don't understand this
+Y'all out of touch and y'all old
+I promise to stay in full, try to stay on course
+And right the wrongs of my father with my baby boy
+Life is full of problems, don't go away when ignored
+Life is long it's important that it's played like a sport
+Every skyscraper you see started off as a thought
+And Ricky Walters told me that the world could be yours
+So hey young world, yeah hey young world
+The world is yours
+[Chorus: x2]
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Young world young world... the world is yours
+Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You could have been arrested
+Locked down doing 10 on a fed bid
+But you home so your know you blessed, kid
+But trust me, I know some people who are not as lucky
+Cause on the small drug beef
+Gone 15 years it must be
+Conspiracy, a killer sees
+No liberty or justice
+Congress talk nonsense
+It's consignment for us hustlers
+There's no 401k retirement for us hustlers
+It's one way, until death
+We die young, it's bum luck
+Young bruh, tell me why you want war?
+Tote a gun for, whoever to pump forth
+With tough talk, get done off
+New York City streets they carry the worst gun law
+But still it's real, we do it with tools
+It's ungod, under the code of hood, play your role
+And maybe you'll live to grow old
+Kids and a wife and household
+Slow your roll before your soul
+Eject from your body and you turn cold
+Take advice yo, take a higher road
+Hey young world, yeah, hey young world, yeah (It goes)
+[Chorus: x2]
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Hey young world... the world is yours
+Young world young world... the world is yours
+Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thief’s Theme Remix[Intro - Rising Son]
+Yo
+Ha, Ha, Ha
+DPP
+Check, one two, one two
+Who got more style than Son do?
+None do (that's official)
+Yeah, this is history right here (history)
+Yo, Nas, Rising Son
+Queensbridge to London
+Let's go..
+
+[Verse One - Rising Son]
+Yo, Yo
+This is the Thief's Theme
+For the underground criminal street teams
+Street dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek cream
+Crack fiends and hatch schemes, knife-point robbery
+Broad day blindeys, night-time thuggery
+Sun down shinanigins, move without shadow...
+...like ninjas, cat burglars, no fiasco
+No commotion, make moves like locomotion
+Crack-sport ambush, get the man bringing the coke in
+Warehouse crime rate, mans throw they vans up
+Bang job, "Freeze, everybody put your hands up"
+Cash is nightmare, gun in ya faceplate
+"It's not even ya money, don't make me put one in ya face, mate"
+Thieves running this place, world trade, eight fare
+Slave rift flashbacks; Bush killer, hate Blair!
+Wish Mars was a mile away, cos I would escape there
+On a Skyway railroad, to stick you from my tray fair, bitch...
+Yeah, you know like when you kill somebody in Street Fighter
+Uah, uah, uah, uah (fades)
+
+[Re-Intro, Nas]
+
+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 2 - Nas]
+Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
+On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
+Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggas
+Little kids scared cops, wit red dots
+Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors
+Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers
+Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
+Flash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin on
+Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
+And swallow 'em and the P now 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
+Martyr, 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 Malts
+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 3 - Nas]
+I take summers off, cause I love winter beef
+Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheep
+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
+Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
+Smellin like trees, sensimille on the brain
+Skeemin on ya girls, bambooze or 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
+Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
+Cause she bought a jum of soap, 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 pile then, 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*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Krazy Drazy (Das EFX), Do It All (Lords Of The Underground)[Intro: Nas] (Redhead Kingpin)
+Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business
+(Yeah! Uh!!!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B)
+Awww man y'all ain't ready (Straight check it)
+Here they are the remix, let's go
+
+[Verse 1: Redhead Kingpin]
+It's Kingpin plus two I'm on the guestlist fam
+But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am
+Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame
+But let's face it without the spotlight you thinkin Red is Eddie Kane
+If I was drugs then I used to be a key
+Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me
+Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K
+I got my MPC I'll see you one day
+
+[Verse 2: Rob Base]
+("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows
+Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo!
+It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B
+B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C
+I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?)
+"It Takes Two", remember me?
+If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH
+Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air
+[Verse 3: The Original Spinderella]
+Ain't but too much for you to sweller
+Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model
+Auburn, full back and observe
+While I BLAP BLAP to your nerves, uh! (OH!)
+I'm that Original, S-P twelve hunnid
+Anything y'all will do, Spin dunn done it
+The baguettes, the Prada stilet's
+On the turntables, call me Gillette
+
+[Verse 4: Father MC]
+Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter
+The Q.B. hitter called this Far Rock nigga
+Yeah I'm drippin heavy from my head to my feet
+From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks
+Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped
+Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate
+Let you know when I'm out on the dough that shows I'm sellin them
+My LP's drugs nigga be like runnin listen
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+(*Awww man can you believe it it's like a holiday man)
+(*It's like Nas bringin a rap holiday man, ha ha ha, yeah)
+(Where are they now?)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
+(*Here they are , two thousand and seven they right here, yeah, they right here)
+[Verse 5: Monie Love]
+One baby drop two to the three
+Is she out for the count UK mic deceased?
+You never heard again from words not the least
+I checked first set net worth mic relief
+Remain calm more vowels spit battles
+And associate the kid when they hustlin up the cattle
+I don't care to give when they ride like a saddle
+Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now?
+
+[Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers]
+It's the Jungle Brothers +housin+ with that fiiiiiive thousand
+Blowin up your project housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin
+Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and
+Chase her blouse and, turn her out
+Cause I know we rockin party it's all about
+Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G
+And I'm reppin for Nas and my crew the J Beez!
+
+[Verse 7: EST from 3XDope]
+Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics!
+I'm +The Source+ and the boss, show you what it's like
+To play bad mitten at the top of your position
+Wit a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written
+I'm the first to murk, chea! Representin Philly boy
+The same kid that spit this wrote ?Baby Gram?
+Nicholas one son the +Greatest Man+ livin
+True school be like e'ryday thanksgiving
+[Verse 8: Positive K]
+Pos. K! Uh, uh, still spits this summer
+Came up like I hit the number, yeah y'all know me!
+I'm not a stranger to y'all in the orgies
+Squeeze ya dick up in ya in the ear as if ya for me
+I'm more "primetime" than Maury
+Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me
+My rhymes is suppository, it feels shit
+Top {?} watch Nemo then they watch the stories
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+(HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
+(*Yeah did you hear your favorite yet?)
+(*I know some of y'all buggin out, did you hear the dudes y'all used to like? the crazyness?)
+(Where are they now?)
+(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
+(*The Original Spinderella, all that, awww man, I can't believe it yo, don't go nowhere)
+(*I got more!!! I got more!!!)
+
+[Verse 9: Krazy Drazy from Das EFX]
+Miggity +microphone check+, "Where Are they Now" Nas remix
+Feel how real Hip Hop needs this
+Wish B.I.G, Pun, and Pac could see this
+Diggity Das-EFX piggity pioneers in this
+Made his kids just reminded y'all
+Throwback go back to the nineties y'all
+Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog
+We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog
+
+[Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The Underground]
+Yeah I go Nas, Lord Do It All
+Me and you got something in common through Marley Marl
+Burst in the bricks, talked to buyin ?leather?
+Golden aged flows, you sound undiscovered
+I do this with a passion, spray-paint tag in
+Hip Hop's alive, and I'm the breathing dragon
+On the stage whylin, jumpin and laughin
+It's Lords of the Underground and that's if you're askin!
+
+[Verse 11: Chip Fu from The Fu-Schickens]
+Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move
+And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof
+Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kickin it
+With skills built and hot {?} you can't step in my shoes YO!!
+When I'm in the mood, when I'm in the booth and whenever when you
+I spit phantom in a boost you better just prepare to make room!
+Nas give me eight bars, eight stars Escobar
+Yo we rule, and we still ain't got nothin to prove, yo!
+
+[Verse 12: Dres from Black Sheep]
+For the second I'm wreckin I got you double-checkin
+For me to flash your big chain wheeler, shiny weapon, step in and holla
+I gotta hit the kids that shit Hip Hop
+The wack gets spit lot, the man bullshit stop
+Yo they call lot and I accept the invitation
+But I not try and snitch upon my ?inclamation?
+On the real God, I'm good, a brother been in mediation
+And my mind has been kenotic, kill the pres led a netion, Dres
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+Aiyyo Chi Ali hold ya head up in the peniles
+This your man Nas, here they are
+Unbelievable , Hip Hop is Dead
+Let's see what happens aight!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come Take a Ride (Two Seater)[Hook: Nas] **2X**
+'Come Take a Ride' you can fit up in my two-seater
+Nas a thug you can catch me in my wife beater
+Blowin' my drugs you know how I like the cheeba-cheeba
+And if you hatin' and I prolly don't like it either
+
+[Nas]
+Fresh dressed like a million bucks
+Threw on my black jeans and Timberland Chucks
+I got some moneys in my pockets got some money to spend
+Got some hoochies I'mma hook up wit quarter to ten
+My daughter wit me and we came from the mall
+Don't need no baby mama drama
+Kissed her on the cheek and dropped her back off
+I hit the car wash at half past four
+Some kid was star struck
+I pulled off my grass and let 'em puff sour
+My deuce-deuce rims shinin' happy as they can be
+I went to the famous Project that they call QB
+I saw some brothers gamblin' on the curb
+A shorty pulled a pistol took they paper, nigga that's my word
+I turned the corner wit my burner and palm
+Niggas know my name and game I'm a murderous Don
+Saw my peoples then extended my arm
+Pulled on the sidewalk, no time to talk
+If y'all comin' come on; come on!
+[Hook: Nas] **2X**
+
+[Nas]
+Talk like a champion, walk like a champion
+Body like a God and I promise that Nas'll a hit you off
+Flow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bum
+Bustin' black dummies and dustin' all y'all niggas off
+I've been around a couple of times, know how things go
+I dealt wit 'em all on different occasion
+The same things'll come in different stages
+So when them things rise up or pop up
+I look right past as if its weightless
+Meanin' it won't intervene the thought process
+So I can levitate to more important topics
+Laughin' the Face of Death, flash back of car crashes
+20 L's Grey Goose vodka and tall glasses
+Dippin' in the twilight
+Wit gangsta smokin' weed in my ride light
+The same stuff is still a bitch livin' like I'm rich
+Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars come on
+
+[Hook: Nas] **2X**
+
+[Nas]
+Slow like I robbed Brinks truck, haters all fold
+Cuz my 9 is aimed up, I left four seasons
+My niggas bleedin' cause of four reasons
+Jealousy, hate, laziness and envy even
+Up in the Benzie squeezin' a couple Henny wit my comrad
+Conversatin' on what we believe in
+Like honey in the way she's been cause he's spend
+G's a week in the make freak knees bend
+I told her to pimp hard, see the hoes we left in the room
+They nymphomaniacs prolly lick homegirls womb
+As respect just phone 'em and leave 'em & shit
+They not your wife keep your cash nigga don't even trip
+Pass the grass accordingly, you saw police
+But when I puffed and coughed
+Seconds later screamin' "Fuck the Law"
+Got CD's, TV's, guns tucked in the floor
+Once again I hit the streets and y'all don't see no more
+So uh...
+[Hook: Nas] **5X**EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Snitch AlibiThis one here’s for all the snitches
+Gangsta’s keep ya heads up
+Yeah, Snitch alibi
+
+To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell
+I know you gon tell, I know you know well
+On the block plotting us, while we make our mill
+While you claim to be a gangsta nigga
+I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell
+And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell
+Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell
+To the snitch alilbi’s
+I know you niggas is fed up
+Eat Fed cereal, fed lies
+Work for the Federal Bureau
+Man you’re a loser or zero
+J Edgar Hoover’s you’re hero
+Therefore you lack brain like a scarecrow
+Lose dough cause you in the crack game like a scared ho
+So, nigga ya better be careful
+
+There are rules in this game
+Better not say my name
+Gotta watch how you play cause
+They gon tell, they gon tell
+There are rules in this game
+Better not say my name
+Gotta watch how you play cause
+They gon tell, they gon tell
+To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell
+I know you gon tell, I know you know well
+On the block plotting us, while we make our mill
+While you claim to be a gangsta nigga
+I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell
+And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell
+Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell
+To the snitch alilbi’s
+
+You better be careful, cause you walking on the wrong side
+Sending nigga way up state for the long ride
+Where brothers is left to die
+Muthafucker you FBI
+What happened to street code, honor, respect
+Turned into Al Pacino and Johnny Depp
+Cause you tell undercover’s lies singing lullabies
+Thought you was a stand up guy
+
+To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell
+I know you gon tell, I know you know well
+On the block plotting us, while we make our mill
+While you claim to be a gangsta nigga
+I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell
+And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell
+Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell
+To the snitch alilbi’s
+They gon tell, they gon tell, they gon tell
+
+(Interlude)
+
+To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell
+I know you gon tell, I know you know well
+On the block plotting us, while we make our mill
+While you claim to be a gangsta nigga
+I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell
+And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell
+Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell
+To the snitch alilbi’sEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sinful Living[Verse]
+Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin'
+That attentive parental supervision, you should do the diction
+Street chronicles, struggles and losses
+Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes
+I brought you to that state of mind you needed
+By now you're weeded, bob your head, recline seated
+And picture life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews
+With sports cars and the iciest jewels
+Y'all know the rules in this street life
+By now the beast might release white
+Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe
+And shed light on, he put me right on to be an icon
+'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon
+The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me
+Some chose a road, some niggas died, some was too choosy
+At nighttime, it especially addresses me
+Preferably around 10 when my weed cipher begin
+We start buggin' on facts, half the facts, that's for sure
+Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack and pour
+Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together
+Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever
+Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions
+And just in case you're snitchin', the safe's hidden
+With these connivin' things, niggas make it too obvs to bring
+Hatred to enterprisin' cream, advise your team to wiser schemesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love (Remix)Verse One:
+What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
+When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
+Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
+Plus congratulations you know you got a son
+I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flippin, talkin about he acts too rough
+Ge didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff
+I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
+Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jone's beach, it's bugged
+Plus little rob is selling drugs on the dime
+Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
+At night time it's more trife than ever
+Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
+If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say whassup to herb, ice and bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my nigga when push came to shove
+One what? 'One Love'
+
+Verse Two:
+Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York the same shit is going on
+The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
+The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting something
+Word to mother, I heard him fronting
+And he be pumping on your block your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together, what up son, whatever
+Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
+But I heard you blew a nigga with an ox for the phone piece
+Wiling on the island but now with el mara
+Better chill 'cos them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
+When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next VI
+I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent your flicks
+Your brother's buck wiling in four maine he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
+So stay civilized, time flies though incarcerated your mind dies
+I hate it when your mom's cries
+It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
+I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but One Love
+Verse Three:
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
+Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects
+I take my pen and pad for the weekend hitting Ls while I'm sleeping
+A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
+You see the streets have me stressed something terrible
+Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Belle Vue
+Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
+Rolling two phillies together, in the bridge we call them oowops
+He said Nas, niggas could be busting off the roof
+So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
+We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
+Keeps me blasted and started talking mad shit
+I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
+'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
+Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
+Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
+At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
+Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
+Then froze only the blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose
+Left some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake shorty I'm out 'One Love'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Body In A Box[Intro]
+So many niggas get fucked up in the game
+See, that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game"
+'Cause it's not no fuckin' game
+
+[Verse 1]
+When you hear shells coming at ya
+Hot ones from a shotgun, I bet nigga runs faster
+Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster
+Think about that casket—you don't wanna be in that shit
+Quick to take consignment; you taking everybody's package
+Money over bitches was the law you practiced
+So you act as if money was no object
+Spendin' fazools, trips for your whole projects
+Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches, Rolies for your dogs
+Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
+Every day I'm reminiscing, how he was living, having fun
+'Cause any day coulda led to prison
+Not for a short bid, 'cause if the feds ever caught kid
+It'd be like 25 years conspiracy
+Another 25 for RICO, snatching up him and his people
+He had his jeep bulletproof, silencers on the Desert Eagle
+Flipping bricks in Gary, Indiana
+He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer
+Only trusted two things: his trigger and his hammer
+Used to be a bum 'til he had a six-month run
+Had a lawsuit, 30 G's, the case was won
+Met with Mexican Hoyé, cop boya
+Bought a barbershop, named it after seeing Sade
+That's where they found his body, in a barber chair face down
+Bullets in his chest, sliced apart from the waist down
+Planned to sell his shop, stick Hoyé for everything he got
+Take jewels and his pies
+Fill his shoes with cement and drop his body in the tides
+But Hoyé was wise
+Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes
+Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive
+[Chorus]
+Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
+To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
+Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
+Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
+Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
+To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
+Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
+Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cokehead Sandra, she grew in Gowanus
+Her man was large and Sandra was his baby mama
+Stayed in drama, fighting with hood rats that he was fucking
+No job all day, she did nothing
+They son was 7-years-old, she really was a wifey
+First should she would transport blow, overnight for a G
+He paid up front, they laid up once
+She got pregnant, she wouldn't dead it
+She had a boy, named her son Infinite after his father who did dirt
+She didn't know disaster would follow
+Capsules and bottles of crack in the back of his Mazda
+He let her drive while he drove the burgundy 5
+He often talk about how he wants to murder these guys
+From off of Bergen Street, had mad work in the street
+Lifestyle, richest nigga, far from how he used to be
+Never thought he'd rock diamonds; never took weakness for kindness
+That's how he gradually grew
+Did a favor for a favor—now the nigga in with the crew
+And now he live major, house in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
+With the cook and the maid, shit was real
+Saved his first bills made in his bodega
+"Good luck, player" sign on the paper taped in the window
+Escaped from a would-be kidnap, and slept
+Thought niggas feared his rep 'til he got wet
+Woulda had the world in his hands, his girl did a scam
+The owner's rich, is boning niggas to get rid of her man
+Welcome to the game, baby
+[Chorus]
+Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
+To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
+Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
+Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
+Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
+To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
+Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
+Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
+The hardest thing to do is stay alive
+The hardest thing to do is stay aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be a Nigger Too (Remix)[Intro]
+Turn your radios up
+The real niggas are back on the radio
+
+[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!")
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin'
+No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
+No answers to questions the media's askin'
+Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
+They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
+Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
+There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
+Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
+Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
+Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
+We all African, okay, some Africans don't like us no-way
+A killing happened in Johannesburg yesterday
+Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
+Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
+But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins
+Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
+Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich
+With this N-word jargon I'm just starting, bitch!
+[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!")
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
+Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with
+Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you
+If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'mma get you
+I'm official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
+I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
+They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
+Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
+I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who he hatin us?
+I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
+Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers
+I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
+Clique still movin' like Freemasons, so if I'm on the flow
+From the law, there's lodges all across the nation
+Nas is bred for the plan
+To hold the Grand Dragon's head in my hand
+Come and get me, here I am
+
+[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!")
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
+This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!")EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Halftime (Live)[Intro: Nas]
+Nasty Nas in your area
+About to cause mass hysteria
+
+[Verse 1]
+Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
+Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
+You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
+That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
+King poetic; too much flavor, I'm major
+Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number, like a pager
+‘Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
+40-side is the place that is giving me grace
+Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
+And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
+And ain't a damn thing gonna change
+I'm a performer, strange
+So the mic warmer was born to gain
+Nas, why did you do it? You know
+You got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme; it's halftime
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Halftime
+Halftime
+Halftime
+Yeah, yeah
+[Verse 2]
+It's like that, you know it's like that
+I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
+When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
+So I react never calmly on a hype track
+I set it off with my own rhyme
+‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
+I'm max like, I flex like sex
+In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
+I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive
+When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
+I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
+With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
+Nasty Nas has to rise, ‘cause I'm wise
+This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
+Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin'
+But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks, and
+Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
+And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man
+I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
+I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips
+I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
+Rest in peace Mr. Magic, tragic
+I'm an intellectual
+And that's no question, yo
+These are the lyrics of the man
+You can't near it, understand?
+‘Cause in the streets I'm well-known, like the number man
+Am I in place with the bass and all that?
+Explore rap and tell me, "Nas ain't all that."
+And next time I rhyme, I be foul
+Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild
+I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme
+Stay tuned, I assume; the real rap comes at halftime
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Check check, it's halftime
+Looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh
+Yeah, that's [?] over there
+But some of y'all know
+
+[Verse 3]
+I got it going on, even flip a morning song
+Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
+And in the darkness, I'm heartless, like when the NARC's hit
+Word to Marcus Garvey; I hardly sparked it
+‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
+I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third
+But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay
+I bag ladies up at, and hit a matinee
+Putting hits on 5-0
+‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44
+And biters can't come near
+And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
+I won't plant seeds
+Don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
+That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
+This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
+Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and
+The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
+Ill Will, rest in peace! We was out
+[Chorus: Nas]
+Halftime
+Whole up, looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh
+Half—half—it's halftime
+Yeah, check, hey yo, it's halftime
+Not even half of this show though
+Not even half, yeah
+Halftime, yeah
+Halftime, yeah
+Halftime
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Y'all alright over here? Over here? Over here? Up there?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Story Board[Verse 1: Nas]
+Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
+Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
+Brazilian candy, from Miami
+Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
+Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
+She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
+Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to
+Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in pampers
+Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
+33, recovering from plastic surgery
+Went from 34B to 36 double D
+Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
+Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
+MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
+I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators
+When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas
+Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders
+A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
+It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love
+Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub
+Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet
+Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
+Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character
+Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips
+Giving head like she knew me for years
+Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
+Millions she would get if his neck got slit
+She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me
+Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
+He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport
+Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
+You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear
+Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
+So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping
+Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting
+P-11's, ACP shells for blasting
+Caught him with his spanish maid
+He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs
+She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
+Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance
+His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
+Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
+Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
+In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children
+Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision
+All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"
+I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland
+Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight
+The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
+Now we're back to where we meet again
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
+Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
+Top down, night air blow her hair
+Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
+Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
+Took a blast out of her coke bag
+Snorted it, started screaming "Yo, we almost crashed!"
+Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass
+Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
+Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1 ShotVerse 1:
+You only get 1 shot to make a first impression. There ain't no such thing as second chances in this game. It only takes 1 man to knock you out the box. It only takes 1 woman to drive you insane. It only took 1 sniff now look Im addicted. It took 1 bad decision. Now my whole life is shifted. It only took 1 shot to kill my best friend. It only took 1 Glock for me to get revenge. It only takes 1 pill just to ease the pain. It only takes 1 bullet to end everything. Right here and right now. ‘cause of sick of all of it. The 1 times. The jakes and the fakes. Sick of all of them. To many haters hating 1 man. Wish that I could burry all of them. Under 1 grave. Without even 1 chance of being found. Yo it takes 1 strike. 2 strikes. 3. And you’re out of here. Getting 25 to life. Without a chance to get out of there. 12 jurors. 1 judge. 1 cell. No love. 1 god. And 1 chance to change things. You get 1
+
+Chorus:
+You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
+You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. Better get it right.A ha...A ha
+
+Verse 2:
+It only takes 1 beat for me to fxxx it up. It only takes 1 verse for you to give it up. It only takes 1 mic for me to reck shit. It only takes 1 time for you to know the time. It only takes 1 listen for you to feel the man. It only takes 1 DJ to make a band. It only takes 1 convo to understand. It only takes 1 snitch to go and take the stand. It only takes 1 blunt to make the pain go. It only takes 1 lie to know she gotta go. It only took 1 look to know that she’s a hoe. It only took 1 no from you for her to go. She asked you to marry her. And you passed it up. You had your opportunity
+
+Chorus:
+You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
+You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. A ha...A haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be Safe, Be Notorious[Intro]
+New York city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. What it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. Arson, looting, mugging, and a thousand false fire alarms. At 9:34 last night it all went black
+
+[Verse 1]
+I pour some Yac for the days of way back
+The turn tables crates of wax turn to major to my earlier days
+My world was ablaze, black outs in the summer
+No electricity asked out
+Breaking down doors, my city was hungry
+We vandalized stores, poor
+No lights in the project hall
+Before the lootin' only 5 DJ crews was movin'
+Till people stole DJ equipment the numbers risin'
+Now there's friction
+First time in Bronx history DJ's poppin' up, there's more mixin'
+Everybody wants to be Flash
+His name on the flier
+The Grandmaster performin' live, no acclaim was higher
+He was king and the dream was to be like 'em
+Meanwhile C-Cypher's not around
+Firehouses shut down
+School was closed
+Grandmaster (?) our domes with rules
+Written inside the rap scrolls
+
+[Interlude]
+The revolution will not be televised
+[Verse 2]
+The revolution may not be televised
+And we wonderin' who the hell is Koch
+This man Koch wanted the mayor's seat
+And he's campaignin' like he can't be stopped
+Up in the Bronx they forever strong
+Don't ever try to play 'em weak
+The revolution may not ever be televised
+Books command the speech
+
+[Outro]
+I want to stress first my total outrage that at this hour the city of New York is still without powerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Book Of RhymesAlchemist you know me man
+I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
+Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
+
+Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man
+I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
+Oor what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man
+Fuck it check it
+
+How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
+Picture myself a old man a O.G
+Some niggas will conversate with lairs all day time pass
+(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
+
+Soul on ice death threats given by clowns
+I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
+I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal
+'Cause I would overcome any tasked called to
+
+So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain
+Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game
+Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
+It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue
+
+Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
+Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel
+Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
+Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes
+Oh shit Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number damn
+No this rhyme is weak, this is week I remember this bullshit right here
+(My book of rhymes)
+Gandhi was a what the fuck?
+
+Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death
+The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
+(I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak)
+The money's ya religion sky the limit live life
+Numbers is big business makes the poor live strife
+
+The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
+Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king
+Pimps and card sharks
+Thieves murderers with hard luck
+
+Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
+Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
+Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms
+Beautiful ladies on their arms
+
+Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
+Rubbing my lips with Campophenique
+Still behind the ears wet turned out to be
+Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and lairs and squares
+(Nah that was weak there)
+My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale
+Pardon me type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
+It's hard to be iced up with Gucci
+God poverty's real I can't fight you
+'Cause you would sue me niggas be groupies
+
+I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
+And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit
+I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
+My Nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be
+My book of rhymes
+
+This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit
+(My book of rhymes)
+Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist?
+Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah
+(My book of rhymes)
+
+I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now
+Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that
+I musta been high on some shit
+Mmm what the fuck is this?
+
+Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood
+Our values so low our values are no good
+Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded
+'Cause now we need it, we older almost able t
+I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful?
+Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit
+Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
+Such a innocent child is what some say
+
+I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
+Like a star not a worry in this world thus far
+But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention
+I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant
+(Kinda crazy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard to Tell (The Laidback Remix)[Hook:]
+It ain't hard to tell
+(Nasty)
+(Nasty)
+(Nasty)
+
+[Verse 1:]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
+The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
+My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
+Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing
+Cause in my physical, I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Hook:] x2
+
+[Verse 2:]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell
+I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a Tec with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose
+Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
+[Hook:] x2
+
+[Verse 3:]
+This rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again
+Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot, vocals'll squeeze Glocks
+MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep, I never fail
+Nas's raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Hook:] x2
+
+[Outro:] x5
+(Nasty!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Y’all My Ni**asFind a room to lock yourself in and close the door
+It's some heavy concepts that we gotta explore
+We gotta strip the word down rugged and raw
+The rhetoric of martin king just saint around no more
+
+Dave Bowie ain't here James Baldwin neither
+They all were leaders
+But they ain't help me get this porch two seater
+A lawyer left the hood he never looked back
+To be a fortune 500 C.E.O it took rap
+
+So what if my pants sag with my hat turned back
+The same swag got our merchandise flying off the rack
+Marketing companies thats hiring blacks
+Fresh hip hop lingo for your campaign ads
+
+The controversy surrounds who could say it and win
+Some niggas are full time some play and pretend
+So fuck that no apologies on the issue
+If it offends you
+It's meant to
+It's that simple
+
+[Chorus]
+Tryin' to erase me from y'all memory
+Too late I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas)
+Speak my name and breath life in me
+Make sure y'all never forget me (y'all give me life)
+'Cause y'all use my name so reckless
+Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it)
+And I love especially when y'all do it in public
+And I'm the subject
+'Cause y'all my niggas
+Yo I was thinking a little bit what would it take
+To authenticate my nigganess
+Ball ridiculous
+26 inches when I call up the dealership
+Yeah that's some nigga shit
+
+We only out for our own benefit
+We havin' too many kids
+Recordings, welfare recipients
+The infamous free clinics is the sickest shit
+It makes me think what the hell they clean their syringes with
+
+Everybody bleedin'
+The cops are the demons
+Courtrooms full of goons
+Jail busher's leanin'
+
+Handcuffs squeezed too tight
+On you've life
+If you fight they just give in
+People used to do sit ins
+
+They got Nigeria and Niger two different countries
+Somehow Niger turned to nigga
+And shit got ugly
+The problem is we started thinking like the colonists
+'til Noble Drew Ali
+Started droppin' that consciousness
+[Chorus]
+My father was not a banker
+Neither was my neighbor when it came to getting paper
+Who the hell was gonna train us
+A pressure couldn't escape us through the ages
+We changed the basis of derogatory phrases
+
+And I say its quite amazing
+The use the ghetto terms developed our own language
+No matter where it came from
+Its celebrated now people are mad if they ain't one
+
+[Talking]
+
+[Chorus: x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The escobarHonies, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
+Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
+
+The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
+Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
+Happy days balancing with life's atrocities
+Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly
+
+High up in a five realizing the price paid
+For this life laid in the light shade
+One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
+Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
+
+Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
+Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
+While you could catch me in a crisp white five
+Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme song
+Love and happiness, how can it seem wrong?
+
+I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
+Now I grown up, got it chromed up
+Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
+Niggas acting cool but it's really no love
+I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
+This is everyday, every second
+Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
+Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt
+
+Honies, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
+Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
+
+Money, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
+Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
+
+With so much drama in QBC
+It's kinda hard being Escobarro
+Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
+My life is like a Donald Goines novel
+We wave glasses like bravo
+
+Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
+My niggas from the block rock this
+Box cocaine, cook it and chop it
+
+Looking to profit, in different ways
+Goin' through this difficult stage, called life
+But each year my physical's praised
+Some fell beyond the reach of help
+Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
+When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
+And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity
+
+Amply, living in this thug's fantasy
+Richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
+Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
+Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight
+
+Honies, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
+Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
+
+Money, cash, weed, cars
+Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
+Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
+Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
+
+Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
+Iced the chain and all the followers came
+They tried to throw me off track but I caught that
+They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks
+
+Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was hittin'
+Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
+Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we land
+Feelin' real scared, on the ground
+Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
+The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks
+It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
+If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
+I didn't make the game, the game made me
+Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
+Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing
+
+Y'all know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Live)[Spoken: Nas]
+Thank you, for giving me 20 years of your ears
+Thank you, thank you
+So, we now conclude with the final song of Illmatic
+This one is the end of the cassette
+It was just 9 songs
+Yeah, this song right here, I got you though
+This one my joint 'cause I'm a big Michael Jackson fan and he
+I'll tell you something that I never said
+For my album cover, you see me with the afro, that was kinda inspired by Michael Jackson, the little, the little kid picture, right?
+So, I never told that anyone before
+So, this is uhh, "It Ain't Hard To Tell"
+The sample's from "Human Nature"
+Yeah, uh
+Yeah, I see y'all right here
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+It ain't hard to tell
+The mic is contacted
+My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my
+Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
+Nas is like the
+‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
+Whoa, whoa, whoa
+It ain't hard to tell
+[Interlude: Nas]
+Some of y'all was like 5 years old when this album came out
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop
+Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
+It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
+Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Interlude: Nas]
+If you was there with me in '94, make some noise
+I love you for that
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+This rhythmatic explosion
+Is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep; well, let me try again
+Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
+Vocals will squeeze Glocks
+MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell
+It ain't hard to tell
+It ain't hard to tell
+[Nas]
+20 years, yes
+Special thanks to everybody up in here
+I thank you from the bottom of my brave heart
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Thank you, special thank you to The National Symphony Orchestra
+Thank you to my man Tim Davis
+[?]
+He's also the composer, bass, and orchestrations
+Derrick Harsh
+Travis Sells
+DJ Green Lantern
+Please make some noise for my man, the composer Steven
+Ryan Hakim
+One more time, National Symphony Orchestra
+We thank you from the bottom of our brave hearts
+For keeping it Illmatic with me through the years
+Thank you for looking beautiful tonight
+I love you forever man, stay realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Love (10th Anniversary Remix)[Verse 1]
+What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
+When the cops came you should have slid to my crib
+Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done
+Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
+I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
+Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
+Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough
+He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff
+I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
+Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
+But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
+Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
+It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
+Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
+And night time is more trife than ever
+What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
+If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
+Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
+I left a half a hundred in your commissary
+You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love)
+
+[Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x5
+One Love
+
+[Verse 2]
+Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
+Out in New York the same shit is going on
+The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking
+Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
+That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
+Like he hurting something, word to mother, I heard him fronting
+And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your Glock
+And now they run together, what up son, whatever
+Since I'm on the streets I'mma put it to a cease
+But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
+Wilding on the Island, but now in Elmira
+Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
+Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
+But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
+On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
+When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
+But chill, see you on the next V-I
+I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
+Your brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote me
+He might beat his case, 'til he come home, play it low key
+So stay civilized, time flies
+Though incarcerated your mind die, I hate it when your moms cries
+It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
+I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love
+[Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x5
+One Love
+
+[Verse 3]
+Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
+Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
+Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
+Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
+So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad
+For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping
+A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
+To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
+You see the streets had me stressed something terrible
+Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
+Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
+A future in a maximum state pen is grim
+So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
+Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
+He said "Nas, niggas cold be busting off the roof
+So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black trey-deuce"
+He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
+Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
+I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
+We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
+I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
+Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shit
+I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
+Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
+Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
+Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
+Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
+At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
+Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
+Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
+Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes
+Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
+And told my little man I'mma ghost, I paused
+Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
+Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above
+Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
+[Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x10
+One LoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gotta Luv It[Intro]
+What you say? Can't hear you, man, speak the fuck up
+(It's what they want) Word (It's what they want)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep
+Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
+Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
+For high rollers and vets
+Now it's loads of baguettes
+Prefer a Mac-10 over a Tec
+No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets
+Trees that might eject my hype back
+Famous phrase "Nigga, light that"
+Hoes you fuck ask you: 'Where your ice at, dunn?'
+It's all about Playboys when we was young
+Could only get tongue, then finally we could 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 it's ice work, I'm gon' truck it
+You gotta love it, you gotta love it
+[Hook]
+(It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it
+(It's what they want, huh? It's what they want)
+Fuck it, you gotta love it
+(It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it
+
+[Verse 2]
+Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
+Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches
+Hunger my riches, her childish wishes
+Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
+Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
+Kicking this flow, slip and you fold
+So when your clique roll, I let my clips go
+Niggas on opposite poles
+I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
+Inhumane, living hostile opposed
+To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes
+Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in Suburbans with liquor
+Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas
+See niggas and blacks, 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 in jail, chrome objects
+Hit you in your own projects, it's street-onomics
+This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
+Miserable cats, hunger paining
+Get off your ass, stop complaining
+My crew be in Montego Bay Macarena-ing
+Marinating, 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
+[Hook]
+Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?)
+Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want)
+Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?)
+(It's what they want...it's what they want)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black FolksWhat, what...yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime
+Since the blackout in Queensbridge in '79
+Everybody's a killer now; pimps, playas, and dons
+Shorties on the block push drops and carry on
+Niggas look through our window wherever we drove
+Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes
+We the Queens kings, I used to view the cats that are old
+Seeing things that made me real from my skin to my soul
+Girls who turned hoes, friends who turned foes
+Bad luck niggas who bring death wherever they go
+Never sleep, it feels better to know
+It's all real though
+
+[Interlude]
+Everything is real
+Where we Headed now?
+Up to more money, would be more fun
+Leave with mo' bitches, carry more guns
+Where we headed now? Where we going, yo?
+It's getting real, son; we gon' let it flow
+Where we Mo' bitches, it be more dough
+It be more fun, holding more...
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+How the hell are we supposed to excel from the street
+Where the Jake's crew face young kids who wanna eat?
+Quantum Leap to this Black world, hustlers and ghettos
+Self-made millionaires who tussle with the devil
+Bust a lil metal lead, wrestle you, to the pebbles
+On the hard ground, that's if your guard down
+It's a struggle, brothers jump bail
+To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale
+On the horn with the god Shapelle, my Queens comrade
+Yo, run and come in with the dime bag
+
+[Verse 3: Shapelle]
+Ayo, I need dat, I got to smoke dat
+Send me some Chunky Black, so I could smoke away the pain
+Try to find my brain, but the thought still remain
+Yo, it's on again once the death stunts these chains
+'Cause I been through it; the drug game, I thought I knew it
+I got knocked, took it to trial, but I blew it
+25, but only lived 20 years of my life
+Took 5 from me; got me wrapped up like a mummy
+Now I'm in the system a.k.a. the devil's home
+Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone
+Now I'm living with, drug dealers, and chain stealers
+Bitch niggas who got knocked and turned squealers
+Imagine, sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict
+Who love fucking with faggots, but I civilized the savage
+I sat him down and made him study mathematics
+Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking...
+About this reefer I'ma get this weekend
+On the V.I., I rather be... uh, damn, damnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Yellow Bird[Hook]
+Yellow bird, yellow bird, yellow bird don't fly away x2
+Not today
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm in the game
+Women only want my money or fame
+Or they heard that Kendrick put them on blast
+Or they feel I had so much ass
+"What could he want from me? When he can have whoever he wants for company?"
+The like, "he a slut, he a ho, he a freak
+He my childhood crush, wish I met him '03
+Now I need a simple life with a Christian man"
+I was like, fuck it, get this money, get this power, keep slutting
+Then I bumped into a cutie, looking at her
+Not in a lusted matter, but in we need an introduction matter
+Need her like fresh water from the springs of Florida
+She hot for reasons more than one
+Underneath the balling sun in Coachella where a I met her
+She was staring
+Since we began to hang, she my number one thing
+Tell me your troubles, I'll listen, I'll try to numb your pain
+You like to hug a king, I call you the color queen
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2]
+Oh burn me love, it's not a drug nor complexion necessarily
+It's an expression the canary sings
+If that canary don't sing, I train her
+On the wings of love, I took the top from the Wrangler
+She riding shotgun with her shades on, a day will come
+I'll put a natural yellow rock on your finger
+Born a queen, love looking at you, smile made me change up
+You a bright sunny morning, sex, amazing
+I said it since day one, we was meant to be
+When you put my clothes on and started posing like a G
+Playfully with my chain then you liked what you see
+Loving how daddy do it, no one quite like me
+No games, no side chicks, me and my ride or die chick
+We see eye to eye, maybe not when your heels are five inch
+You so fly, you so mine, it's me you dine with
+Fucking Nas with, later on we spawn
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hip hopIf hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Hip hop just died this mornin'
+And she's dead, she's dead
+Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
+Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
+Rich-ass niggas is ridin' with three llamas
+Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
+Word to the wise with villain state of minds
+Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
+Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
+(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
+Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
+Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
+My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
+Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up
+Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left
+So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def
+So, nigga, who's your top ten?
+Is it MC Shan?
+Is it MC Ren?
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Hip hop just died this mornin'
+And she's dead, she's dead
+The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
+Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
+What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
+Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
+Criticize that, why is that?
+'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
+'Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin'
+Most intellectuals will only half listen
+So you can't blame jazz musicians
+Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
+Oh, I they like me in my white tee
+You can't ice me, we here for life, B
+On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
+And for that we not takin' it lightly
+If hip hop should die, we die together
+Bodies in the morgue lie together
+All together now
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+If hip hop should die before I wake
+I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Roll to every station, murder the DJ
+Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
+Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
+If it got where it started
+So we all gather here for the dearly departed
+Hip hopper since a toddler
+One homeboy became a man then a mobster
+If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
+R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a Rasta
+Went from turntables to mp3s
+From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
+From gold cables to Jacobs
+From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
+I'm lookin' over my shoulder
+It's about eighty niggas from my hood that showed up
+And they came to show love
+Sold out concert, and the doors are closed shutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Time 4 Your Mind (Live)[Intro: Nas]
+Slow it down
+This shit feel good up here
+Yeah, it's Illmatic
+It's Illmatic
+Let's go back a little bit, it go
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yo, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yo, whatever
+Hey one, check, check it out
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+When I'm chilling, I grab the buddha
+Get my crew to buy beers
+And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
+Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
+Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
+After being blessed by the herb's essence
+I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds
+That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin'
+Keep lubrication, Magnum protection
+Hitting up my stereo's remote control quickly
+Ron G's in the cassette deck, rocking the shit, G
+I try to stay mellow, rock, well a cappella rhymes'll
+Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella
+Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops
+Rest in peace to my mom dukes
+When I was ten I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop
+Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+You know the hard times, kid
+Shit, cold, be starving make you wanna do crimes kid
+But I'ma lamp, ‘cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
+Muslims yelling "Free the mind"
+And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
+As a kid when I would say that out of town, niggas chased us
+But now I know the time, got a older mind
+Plus control a 9, fine, see now I represent mine
+I'm new on the rap game, niggas never heard of me
+Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me
+Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker
+My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
+Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates
+Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
+Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
+And expand a lot from the Wiz to Camelot
+The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pa
+I shine a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car
+From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
+I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
+See, my brain is incarcerated
+Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided
+I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend
+I contact eleven L's and max in heaven
+[Chorus: Nas]
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+Yeah, whatever
+One time for your mind, one time
+'92 to 2099
+One time for your mind, one time
+One time for your mind, one time
+One time for your mind, one timeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cops Keep Firing[Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample]
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+(Green Lantern!)
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Now all you hypocrites, witness the injustice
+Conversations taped illegally, then they cuff us
+U.S. attorneys, public defenders send us off to hard prison time
+Whether you innocent or did the crime
+Say you come from Hooters, cops pursue you hard
+Run your place, put guns in your face
+Put you in the car for nothing (Green Lantern!)
+Now you struggling, tied up, standing in line-ups
+Call your lawyer, they charge you for murder
+Why? ‘Cause these liars
+Say you shot another man in his driveway
+Guilty, just for being Black on a Friday
+Polygraph test, you’re failing, because you’re nervous
+Charged with murder you didn’t commit, then they serve ya
+Fifteen years, maximum security
+Slashing, stab wounds, broken bone, injuries
+You were placed there intentionally
+Either you bang or you miss me
+Listen to me, this is true!
+[Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample]
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Death sentences is cold as see-your-own-breath temperatures (Invasion!)
+When your old life and the ten-point program didn’t mix
+Panthers, founded October ’66
+Next year, police arrest the Minister of Defense
+Newton, for shooting and killing a pig in Oakland
+“Free Huey, the sky’s the limit!” became the slogan
+Jail bars open, then Huey told ‘em:
+“Let my brothers free with me and slam the jail bars closed then”
+I go then to say today, “Where are those men?”
+Slaughtered by COINTELPRO and coke, and
+Heroin, this era we in, we think we chilling
+In our Harry Winston, in our high-priced clothing
+Some of these P.D.s is tired of us
+They got they orders from they higher-ups to line us up
+From age and up, then they fire on us
+The inconvenient truth got them lying to us
+The Evil Genius!
+[Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample]
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+Cops keep firing, in my environment
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw
+Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls
+
+[Outro: Nas & Paul Mooney sample]
+You still wanna be a nigga too?
+White folks shouldn’t’ve made up “nigga,” I didn’t make it up. It’s too bad. I say “nigga” a hundred times every morning. It makes my teeth white. “Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.” I ain’t scared of that wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Ultimate High[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 fuck 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
+Smoking 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 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (The Nigger Tape)[Intro: Nas]
+INVASION!
+
+[Spoken: Samples]
+“Watch closely. You are about to experience a ‘nigga moment.’ Webster defines the ‘nigga moment’ as a moment when ignorance overwhelms the mind of an otherwise logical Negro man.”
+
+“What did you say, bitch nigga?”
+
+“Die, nigga! *gunshot*”
+
+“Brothers and sisters using the word nigga…”
+
+“Nigga, nigga, nigga…”
+
+“HE’S A NIGGER! HE’S A NIGGER!”
+
+“I ain’t no nigga!”
+
+“What kind of message are you hoping to send with— with that new album?”
+
+“FUCK THE NIGGERS! (Oh, my God!)”
+
+“A NIGGER, LOOK! IT’S A NIGGER!”
+
+“How you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it?”
+“Flatline!”
+
+“There goes the neighborhood!”EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t hate me now[Verse 1: Nas]
+It's the late night greasy spoon patron
+Poolhall making
+Big bets, midsection got the 8 in
+Dior Christian pimpin'
+Got that penal system diction
+Riffing, you don't want it you snitchin'
+Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR
+Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat
+Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black
+Bitches want my chipped tooth back
+Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
+Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip
+From the paparazzi
+Still playing numbers you can't stop me
+Still wearing bundles, and spark weed
+If I ever say "Queens get 'em", you know they got me
+Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef
+So lead by example, or get trampled
+Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the N
+Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes
+Still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo'
+Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the dro
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+The style is taboo, the chain's offensive
+Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage
+The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes
+Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants (wow)
+The Apprentice but not Trump
+I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps
+That you don't see much
+Sucker free from chumps
+Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em
+He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son
+Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns
+Don't make me grab your only son
+I'm coming from
+A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape
+From phonies who hate
+When you rolling with papes
+That's why the god party with juicy models
+They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano - hardly
+Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all
+For spitting songs that involve me nigga
+Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga
+
+[Hook: Nas]
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Don't hate me now, congratulate me now
+I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes
+Still getting it and don't even love the doe
+Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo'
+Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the droEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle Yo MTV Raps[INTRO: ALL]
+1,2, Eye for an eye we in this together
+Son your beef is mine So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
+We in this together son your beef is mines
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+
+Ayo,ayo,ayo, my thug related style attract millions
+Fans, they understand my plan
+Who's the kid up in the green Land?
+Then I skate motivate gettin' (Sniff)
+Lifted, me and my chick get eight
+Now im coolin' with the clique Mobb Deep and
+Nas, word up here's the first prize I generate
+Off the head piece, freestyle session word up son
+
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Check it out yo,To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil
+In the categories of stories I breed my sequel
+You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
+Monkey see, monkey do shorty sipping sunny dew
+On a low like a ????? o,chill shades of flow
+Big Havoc at like you know, kid
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know me
+You tried to blow me your weak side just showed me
+Stepped out my door on 41st Side at 12,
+Didn't see my crew around so I got bent for search
+I had to jet back upstairs so I can stash my 9
+It was a Friday night Rikers had it bad one time
+Cause niggas getting bagged on a regular son
+D's like "Fuck the drugs, all we want is the guns,"
+So I proceed with caution, eyes open whenever walking
+Niggas be ass talking then be victims of extortion
+Hold myself down the only way I know
+Niggas pumping back in streets, in debt cause they owe
+Street life is like a trial, ass out if you blow
+The maximum is death son you know how that goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Listen to Me[Intro:]
+Uhh, Uhh, Where am I going?
+Where am I? Yo, it's ill
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo my wife's tired of fucking me
+Life tries ducking me
+Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
+Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
+My left arm like Cristian
+Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in
+Wolves in the night yo, hells men
+Two revolvers I can let twelve spin
+Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
+Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to well
+Twisted blunts and inner conscience
+Telling me that I ain't shit
+No matter how much cash I sit with
+Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
+My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain
+To replenish my adolescent brain
+Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
+So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain
+I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
+Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
+Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive
+As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
+To maintain, bitches playin' games
+Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
+But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
+Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed
+I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
+Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me
+Instead they speed ahead
+Yo nigga watch me
+[Hook]
+I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
+I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
+I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
+Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
+Steering wheel in my hand
+Trying to hold it steady
+Anything in my way is dead
+Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
+When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
+Drunk by myself
+
+[Verse 2]
+Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
+Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts
+For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
+Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well
+Take them to hell
+Stick up niggas once ran up on me
+My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me
+I ain't your mark homey
+It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
+Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
+Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision
+Think about the time in my life before I was in televison
+Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision
+Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
+For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
+Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
+Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me
+I hate it when I'm like this
+The bottle's my accomplice
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+The reason that I want to be alone
+Tired of all the things that went wrong
+That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
+Take another swigg
+The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
+Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
+Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through
+Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
+Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately
+Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again
+To keep my mind off that weak shit
+There's love through it all, things to live for
+I swerve, almost crash into a wall
+Think about the good, find myself laughing
+Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
+Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
+Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
+Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
+Bring my ass to the crib
+I'm tired...
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Virgo (alternate version)(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. FreshEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shakedown Remix[Nas (Akon)]
+Shakedown (Uh-oh-oh); Akon, Nas, here we go New York
+(Uh-oh-oh) Here we go world, here we go y'all
+(Uh-oh-oh, Cause it's a shakedown, uh-oh-oh)
+
+[Ali Vegas]
+The streets'll do whatever just to see me fail
+Mama'll do whatever to keep free from jail
+So she tellin' me to get my CDL
+But papi said he got some things that we could sell
+To turn the corner and to see VVS's
+He said you liked girls to get beneath their dresses
+You gon' need them SS's, VVS's, BBS's
+Here go the keys to the Lexus (Uh-oh-oh)
+Now I'm the center of attention like Kareem and them
+My squad run around the borough like we Prem' and them
+My gang with big truck, wifey's we beamin' them
+Let's Esco, that tag team from Queens again
+This is Shakedown, here go the breakdown
+The big boys are back; 'lil niggas get off the playground
+I got up with the homey A now
+The kid babies 'bout to make the Earth quake now
+
+[Hook: Akon (Nas)]
+Uh-oh-oh, we back now
+A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now
+When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down (Lay it down)
+And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown (Shakedown)
+Uh-oh-oh, (New York to H-Town)
+We back now (Here we go y'all)
+A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now
+When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down
+(Uh-oh, Nas and Akon, uh-oh, Nas and Akon)
+And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown
+Uh-oh-oh, (Here we go)
+[Nas]
+My man was smart
+Robbed the bank, buried the cash
+Did ten years, came home and bought him a Jag
+Other side of town, stick-up kids ride around
+Young niggas not prepared this time around
+Walk in the jewelry store yellin', "Get on the floor"
+Snatched the sales lady up, hit her with the bulldog
+Grabbin' the ice, the heist went fast as the Vice
+Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life?
+The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows
+Leavin' your soul hollow
+That you fill it back up liquor bottles
+Black Messiah had the jux, 20 ki's uncooked
+Easy to push, some Japanese dealers were crooks
+They leave niggas eyes cut out; what it means to us
+He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck
+Black truck pull up to the door
+Infa-green night vision lens we can see through the war
+"Get on the floor"
+
+[Hook: Akon]
+We back now
+A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now
+When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down
+And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown
+Uh-oh-oh
+Do I make myself clear, uh-oh-ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ColorsHe's a kaleidoscope to look in; a black men and white women
+Sometimes together make exotic looking children
+But mixed race kids become fixated on separating themselves from the hatred
+Your grandma on the black side make you slam the station
+Your grandma on the white side was educated in schools that were segregated; maybe she was racist
+Maybe you can't, today, school her on some brand new today shit
+If I grew up a rich boy, like this boy, this white boy, like you boy, the Christmas toys, the privileged joys
+I think I'd be less stressed, the whole family at home, the ideal address
+But he's dealing with self mutilation, dungeons and dragons, Ouija boards, rituals with satan
+Yeah, we grew up with similar angerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The GeneralSend* corrections to the typist [Swizz
+
+Beatz] Yo
+Man it's, a real game out here Know
+What I'm sayin Nas Beats?
+Back in effect man Swizz
+Beatz da monsta (what's poppin )?[Nas]
+
+Get
+In line everybody, get in line Listen
+The fuck up to, what's going down Pay
+
+Attention aight, [Chorus]x2?
+Niggas
+Salute me bitches, salute me The
+Block salute me the, hood salute me You
+Should salute me they, should salute me So
+Fuck who you are I'm
+The motherfuckin general [Nas]
+
+When
+I walk through everything stops silence, Remain
+Quiet babies, don't cry thugs don't buss Cops
+Cut off sirens oxygen, freeze Noises
+To a minimun nigga I, pop and I squeeze I
+Represent the pain and struggle Cut
+Out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you Yo
+You testin with death I'm
+Confronting injustice expressing, my voice to the public They
+Got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges They
+Got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges They
+Got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor Our
+Practicing gun, rages they, R's and 44's .Many
+Fought teams and for green this is war This
+Is life and I'm the hardest got, ya label all scared Callin
+Up the radio don't, want my records to air Y'all
+Ain't playin fair to, every rapper in the game I'm
+Comin fo y'all blood make, room for the king Nas...[Chorus]x2
+[Nas]
+
+I'm
+The leader that's, it nobody, higher Nobody
+Touchin my crown nobody, dyin Nobody
+Smoother harder, tougher, believe, it I'm
+Much more smarter much, more strategic Scholarships
+And hollow tips a, lot of walkin caskets They
+Talk a good one but there's never no action And
+I'm the type to poison ya sista twist, her Through
+Wit her put, the gun in your face and make you hit her Make
+You quiver -when they silhouette of a Don Benson, Light
+Up a Cu-ban recite, a few psalms Enlighten
+You quick teach, you how a king wins wars Keep
+Your ears to the street love, your enemies more 'Cuz
+Hate can frustrate and, confuse Too
+Eager you lose patience, plan, your attack then you move - ghetto Green
+Berets got, freaks got hoes who
+
+Be jumpin out of movin cars and land at my feet - because [Chorus]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanna Be MeUhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
+Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah
+
+[Nas]
+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 niggas 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
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+[Nas]
+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
+
+[Chorus]
+[Nas]
+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 niggas 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
+[Chorus]
+You can't be meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Genesis (Live)[Orchestral Intro]
+
+[Nas]
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+
+[Orchestral solo]
+
+[Nas]
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+
+[Nas]
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+DC!
+Yeah
+Turn my mike up, yes
+So good to be here tonight with you!
+
+[Nas]
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+Yes
+[Nas]
+Nas too real, Nas true king
+
+[Spoken: Nas]
+This feels good right here
+You look good out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Must Be NiceAy yo..you... You that just flipped on this C.D. player:
+I just wanna inform you that when you got somebody good, you hold on to 'em
+
+Must be nice... having someone who understands the life you live
+Must be nice... having someone who's slow to take and quick to give
+Must be nice... having someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick
+Someone who smiles bright enough to make the projects feel like a mansion
+
+Must be nice...having someone who loves you despite your faults
+Must be nice...having someone who talks the talk but also walks the walk
+Must be nice...having someone who understands that a thug has feelings too
+
+Someone who loves you fa sho
+You must remember to never let 'em go
+
+'Cause even when your hustling days are gone
+She'll be by your side, still holding on
+Even when those twenties stop spinning
+And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here
+
+Must be nice... having someone you could come home to from a long day of work
+Must be nice... having someone you don't have to show;
+They know exactly where it hurts
+Must be nice... having someone who trusts you...
+Despite what they've heard
+Someone as mighty as a lion, but still gentle as a bluebird
+Must be nice... having someone you don't have to tell you don't wanna be wrong
+Must be nice... having someone you can grow old with until God calls you home
+Must be nice... having someone who understands that a thug has feelings, too
+Someone that loves you fa sho, you never let em go!
+
+'Cause even when your hustling days are gone
+She'll be by your side, still holding on
+Even when those twenties stop spinning (And they will stop one day)
+And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here
+
+'Cause even when your hustling days are gone
+She'll be by your side, still holding on
+Even when those twenties stop spinning
+And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here
+
+'Cause even when your hustling days are gone
+She'll be by your side, still holding on
+Even when those twenties stop spinning
+And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Why You Hate The Game (Exclusive)Y'all know what it is
+The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it
+Can't hate us
+Fellas
+
+Vice behind me on the intersection
+Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection
+Dress superb, admired by conspirers
+Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up
+Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy
+Complain about labour pains, nigga show me the baby
+And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle
+Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles
+Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin'
+Witnessin' you rockin' with Nas, confirmed my suspicion
+Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em
+I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it
+And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich
+And still I don't abort 'em ? when and if they sink quick
+Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge
+And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live
+
+I don't talk about my guns, nigga I just blaze
+
+'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
+While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin'
+To every nigga listenin'
+I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening
+And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole
+Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble
+15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo'
+Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle
+I rekindled the flame
+Dre created The Game
+Nigga with an attitude from the cloth I came
+Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain
+Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted
+I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it
+Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it
+Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, nigga
+Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me
+How you gon' pass the dutchie ? to them niggas that don't love me
+I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top
+Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not
+I'll fuck you rap niggas like virgins
+Dre took my training wheels off his curtains
+I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers
+The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career
+The ending of yours, the endin' of his
+Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz
+Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line
+Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines
+And I still think about my nigga from time to time
+Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind
+But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that
+He ain't Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin' off rap
+One love
+
+I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless
+I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keep It Raw (Intro)[Intro]
+Keep it raw for ya. No doubt PR. Check it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Play your position focus on life, see what you're missing
+Reality, the tale or the caliber
+.45-Nickel-9. check the calender
+'97m deep algebra, black plaga
+Rule the world high, ___
+With my gangster for single years
+And rap world emulates my life for years
+Autobiography a part of me
+Portaits of the ill shit inside of me
+Magnetic, jigged up to my faded wig
+Any position I'm in, I find a way to live
+Out of state, on the block or behind metal gate
+Yo, this heavyweight got cheddar to make
+Smack your head off, click wildling, push through
+Puerto rock warriors too you through
+The drama
+Escobar or Pablo, Miliano, Pabo; take the world pronto
+Word to mine, genuine, Señor Juan at your table
+Poision you, mad fatal
+Just the way it is, when you let the hood raise you
+Never let them hoes play you
+Mental, smart, strong and stableEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sinatra in the Sands𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭
+
+[Verse: Nas]
+My hand gestures will make your eyes criss-cross
+When I talk, people listen
+
+[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
+[?]
+
+[Verse: JAY-Z]
+Wallaby scrapped across the pres-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+“The Price i Pay To See My Son” - Open Letter via Instagram[Part 1:]
+The Price i Pay To See My Son. And apologies in advance for the typos as I am speaking from the heart as a man who has had enough.
+Today i got a call from essence about my ex wife doing another sad fictitious story. Nothing surprises me anymore, including this.
+This is what your life has come to sis?
+Exploiting some people’s Real struggle and pain...just to get at me....to get attention ? Fame? Another fight against men? We are a human family and we should be better examples for our son. Why is there even a issue for me to have time with my son. A son needs his father. So many absentee fathers out here and here i am being attacked by your accusations simply because i got us in court to help fix this the custody matter?
+Why did i have to take you to court to see our son? Why when i win the joint custody ( which is a win for both of us and our son, it helps us with both our schedules) why do you feel thats an attack on you? Is it control ? Why do you need to have control over my life? because we’re not together? Then why? Is this being rewarded and praised by people who are being taken advantage of by you and your lies?
+To all separated couples out there who are cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR YOU. I wish that was me. I’m the most chill cool parent there is. Who has time to argue ? About what? It’s about our little guy. You haven’t had to deal with what I’ve been dealing with. Trust me.
+I’m a mild mannered god fearing very fair human being who tries his hardest to please everyone. It’s my nature.
+I’ve seen this too many times before
+And there was times i thought Kelis my ex wife was not this type. This is the type of antics that deceive people and people mistakenly call it strong. Seems I always had more belief in you than you do for yourself. I instilled strength in my daughter who you were already so jealous of and treated poorly. Being jealous & verbally abusive to a Little girl.
+
+[Part 2:]
+In life you have to work hard to be successful, not try to tear someone down for that’s the most coward way. Women are the essence of life. I cherish them. My strength is given to me from my mother. I am everything she taught me to be. I was raised in a single home by a single woman. I am a very proud black man.
+I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from your your first song and video I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. But I thought you was beautiful. You came into my life at a time i was grieving from my moms passing. You was a friend. Because of that i wanted to marry you. And i did. And we had a big lavish wedding. Overall there was too many good times. I have to say i wasn’t the most faithful husband. I was immature. I’m sorry about that. But you bumped your own head sis.
+Why do i have to live thru a constant divorce? It didn’t work out. Life goes on. I’m not coming back to you. Your married and im happy for you and I’m a extremely happy black brother out here trying to make a difference for my kids and the next generation of young people who see me as huge inspiration in music, art,business, education and so on.
+After 10 years of keeping my silence during a decade of dealing with very hostile behavior and verbal abuse and even your stepfather holding you back from one of your physical violent Attacks on me right outside your house THIS YEAR while trying to pick up our son while he watched from the window, it was my weekend and you denied me that because your parents were in town. I just went home. This has been my life for my son’s entire life. Even our son wonders why you treat me the way you do?
+
+[Part 3:]
+There’s some seriously crazy things i won’t i disclose for our son’s sake.
+Because you keep my son from me ive been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you painting a bad picture of me. I’ve been tired of it but you never seem to get tired.
+I even had to be in a relationship with you AGAIN after we separated just so i could see my son & I AM JUST TIRED.
+Back then you asked me why didn’t i stop the divorce from happening. I tried! We are too different. Some things aren’t meant to be. We were meant to be so that we could have our son. Nothing more. You didn’t like that. I prayed for your peace of mind for years because of your uneasy soul. I still do. I guess some things take time. You definitely don’t know me now and probably never knew me. You make up this image of me that’s not true but it’s funny because it’s really you describing yourself. You made up stories about me and claimed i did things that YOU DID.
+I hate all this, but you were a very jealous wife, and i had to deal with that and that’s the worst feeling. How much heat i had to take from producers, writers, music attorneys and record execs etc who felt your mean spirited wrath and dropped you from labels, from startrack to them all. I stopped talking to jungle & steve stoute because of you & almost lost Anthony because of you.
+
+[Part 4:]
+You used to turn my phone off so my professionals couldn’t reach me and take the battery. You insulted any and everyone whoever was around me. Not a single person in my life loved or could even stand you. Luckily for you our assistants all signed NDA’s or you would have a list of men and women who would happily talk about how verbally abusive and evil you are. Your self saboteur ways has caused you your grief your dealing with. Not me. The altercations you speak of are no more different from what most normal couples go thru, but your exaggerated version is UNJUST. Whenever one is constantly attacked the instinct is to restrain that person or defend yourself to prevent escalation. In hindsight now my advice to young men out there in a situation like that is to RUN at the very first sign of verbal abuse or physical. I herd you said terrible things about me. It makes me feel sad how heartless you can be. You play with strong women’s struggles like they mean nothing. You’re taking advantage of a moment in time where women who are fighting for their lives to get justice and be treated fairly & you just looked at it as an opportunity to get ahead. Like abuse is a game? Like tearing down your son’s father is a game. You have a son! Why are you still competing with me by telling him bad things about me. Guess what sis, he has eyes and ears and smart as ever. i don’t have to say anything. I think he knows what’s really good. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. You tell him GOD doesn’t love his dad because his dad doesn’t goto church.
+[Part 5:]
+Didn’t want to bring up money but since that’s the fuel behind all of this Let me say that I gave you the tools to be successful after you was dropped from your label. I paid for your cooking school cordon blue.
+The expensive yellow stove we had flown in from Europe. I helped pay for the remodeling of your house. Your assistant stole thousands from my cc according to Amex. Out of all people you should be completely understanding of my my grind. But you just can’t win with you. My schedule is CRAZY but you never help me see my son. I’m hardly allowed to talk to him on the phone. Ever.
+My lawyer told me bring the cops to your house and show my court orders when you don’t let me get him or answer your phone but who besides you wants to show their kids that his parents are that out of control? I’ve been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit for years. I finally got our custody together to work with both our schedule thru court, while leaving court you tell me your gonna get me back for fighting to see my son and 3 weeks later you’re on camera doing an interview about “your truth”. Interesting timing. Do what you want just don’t violate another court order sis because the judge won’t like that at all. The judge already ordered you to pay my legal fees because he was tired of you wasting everyone’s time in court. No lawyer wants to represent you after what you put them thru. That’s why you texted me today asking me for more child support money-and you want to keep it out court. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. Remember GOD sees all. And I’m no longer allowing you to take advantage of the fact that I did not want to respond in a manner that could affect my kids , friends or family publicly. THAT ENDS TODAY.
+
+[Part 6:]
+Everything with her is a plot and a scheme. Has no merit. No foundation
+I didn’t Wana speak up because i have real respect for our women. And definitely my son. I do not beat women. I did not beat up my ex wife. Stop. You got beat up in court. How much money do you want? Do you want me to relinquish my rights to see my son is that what you want? Just tell me. After all the tweets and posts you made thru the years disrespecting me and my family I still have love for you as the mother of my child BUT I am done with this. This game ends now and GOD will be the judger of all this. And although you tell everyone GOD hates me (some Christian you are) I will survive and thrive from this moment because I know who I am & you have not a clue who you are.
+
+[Part 7:]
+And to all the fans that knew my silence was due to the fact that I don’t openly do this kind of petty shit... I appreciate you riding. And to those that were lead down a wrong path... I get it... very sensitive times and all things must be taken seriously. This is MY TRUTH. And I don’t care what else she has left to say unless it concerns our son. This is the first and last time I’m addressing this. Despite all of this I still hope for the best for her because whats best for her is what’s best for Knight.
+Love,
+NASIR BIN OLU DARA JONESEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The Don- Don Dada Remix (Explicit Version)[Intro]
+New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
+New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
+New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
+New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
+(La la-la-la-la-la-la, la la la la, LA!)
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+New York City-City, New York City-City
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)
+New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Smokin the escubano, guzzle my second bottle
+Hope I don't catch a homo', grossing our net
+Simultaneously makin the crime higher
+Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me
+Fuck sadness, had this been you, havin this lavish
+Habitual happiness that mean you wouldn't look backwards
+You would have sex on, condominium roof decks
+So anyone moves next, I hit you with two tech's
+Rockin Roberto Cavalli - seriously!
+He's in the club, I'm on stage ROCKIN Roberto Cavalli
+Every tat mean somethin that's my word on my body
+I have to lean somethin with that Mossberg shotty
+My niggas is ig'nant, put led in your pigment
+Just 'cause y'all was mad of all the years I was gettin it
+In 9-7 the six, 9-8 the Bentley
+And now it's the ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but...
+[Chorus]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Army jacket swag army jacket green and black
+With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at
+Pass that not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack
+I never did that, my socks where my stash was at
+Yo! I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack (Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaasss!!)
+I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
+Cuttin school where 'Preme Team and Fat Cat was at
+Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat
+Now I'm the one who's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
+Bottles on bottles with sparklers, surround my team
+That long cash get the baddest bitches out their jeans
+Twenty years in this game lookin seventeen
+I don't lean, no codeine, promethazine
+I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
+Although he's on to another chapter
+Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
+RRRRRAHHHHH!!!
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+New York City-City, New York City-City
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) (YEAH!)
+[Verse 3]
+New York is like a island, a big Rikers Island
+The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
+It's all about survivin, same old two step
+Try to stay alive when, they be out robbin
+I been out rhymin, since born knowledge
+Like Prophet Muhammed said the ink from a scholar
+Worth more than a blood of a martyr, so I'ma
+Keep it on 'til I see a bilion dollars
+Keep your friends close and your, enemies closer
+Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'posed to
+Eyes red shot, like I'm never sober
+Big time smoker, Indonesia dozer
+Mini me's you can hold up, before you end up wet up from my soldier
+Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
+This for every ghetto in the hood
+Nas the don Super Cat the Don Dada, (UNDERSTOOD!)
+
+[Chorus]
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
+Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
+
+[Outro]
+It's di heartbeat of di people, di ghetto people
+And when I say ghetto people di people who cannot afford to go to di big concert
+Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
+Some of dem can't afford a radio, so di only ting they can listen to is di music
+People from di ghetto, people from di projects, street people
+Heartical ghetto yutes who know what it is to sing about sufferin and reality...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Everything ft The DreamYour love and your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+Your love and your heart
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+Dark boy, don't you cry
+There's too much life left in those eyes
+Don't you let that face go waterfall
+Until they learn to love you, scars and all
+Dark boy, don't you die
+They're just human, let them lie
+You just know your world and speak your truth
+Let them come to you
+For your love and your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+This is your call, there are no wrongs
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything, I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts
+Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black
+Beloved brother, you fail to embarrass him, harassin' him
+To my life, your life pales in comparison
+So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the god
+Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
+Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture
+You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
+That's why we competitin'
+Death by the chrome barrel, forgot the secrets
+My killer be Gerald, bone marrow's the deepest
+You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that
+We want freedom, I'm a scholar and almanac
+People do anything to be involved in everything
+Inclusion is a hell of a drug
+Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life
+And never have enough
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+From the birth of a child, the world is foul
+Excursions of a certain child
+Should learn not to take nothin' personal
+A parent hates to watch his baby's face
+Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great
+The child's introduction to suffering and pain
+Understands without words
+Nothin' is explained or rushed to the brain
+Lookin' up at his parents' face
+Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"
+"Why'd you let them inject me?"
+"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
+Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
+If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me
+I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso
+Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position
+Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin'
+Said "Screw the bus!", boycotted that bus outta business
+The future's us, yeah there be citizens in prison
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi
+In Italy, I'm Eduardo Wiccari
+But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur
+And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure
+My first house, 11.000-square-feet mansion
+It was a haunted by dead bitch whites
+Mad a nigga bought his crib, to hang up pictures of black Christ
+Circular driveways, black cars and black ice
+My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money
+Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny
+Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria
+What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior
+Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky
+It was important to a guy who was mob-minded
+Future Murcielago driver, 'til Lambos got average on me
+I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money
+Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats
+Just to remind me, just to inspire me
+To stay focused, it's a real sick society
+Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me
+I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
+Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
+Made a change, the pants-sagga put plans in action
+Til they claim the Pan-African made it happen
+Your love and your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+Your love and your heart
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+If I had everything, everything
+I could change anything
+If I changed anything, I mean anything
+I would change everything, oh yeah
+Dark boy, don't you cry, there's too much life left in those eyes
+Don't you let that face go waterfall
+Until they learn to love you, scars and all
+Dark boy, don't you die
+They're just human, let them lie
+You just know your world and speak your truth
+And let them come to you
+For your love and your heart
+See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone else
+This is your call, there are no wrongs
+See you'll never conclude with anyone else
+Don't think the same as everyone elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Platinum Pioneer*𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁
+
+[Verse]
+They say I'm still bad ass, these are my greatest hits
+Page 6, reporters hailed me, the baby's [?]
+Platinum pioneer, call me Ruler JuniorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Too Much For MeChorus-
+Said it ain't to much for me
+To have you next to me
+I can't believe it
+All the things i do
+To keep you loving me
+And its just to much for me
+To not have you by my side
+Cause no matter what your going through
+You know that im gon' ride yea
+
+Nas-
+You a brave girl
+Im a brave heart
+And car heart
+And champion hunnies
+You in the benz buggy with the fullies
+I ride beside ya
+We about to pull a all nighter
+Im super freak like Rick James
+Sex in rangers
+Parked on dangerous blocks
+You like it when the strangers watch
+Im looking out for cops
+You a girl with no fear people put ya hands in the air
+For the GQ man of the year
+That bentley that polstry leather, the leather
+That be up in the coats i wear
+Wherever i go so there ya have it
+Cashmere fabrics never caught in last years garments
+Holsters under armpits chauffers and the charms lit
+And the coders holding on the dons wrist
+She got the ill will chain on
+Turqouise boots sayin god son
+This the theme song
+Chorus-Amerie
+
+Baby-
+You know the size of this sh*t
+I flips it quickly loose this trouble for these people get with me
+Holla at my hoes 'cause i dip my bitches
+From gold to platinum from rag to riches
+Im the boss of the boss
+
+The pimp shotcaller
+Worldwide riding in the benz with a scroller
+In your city tear ya mall up
+Pimp fly bitches and tear their walls up
+Dress nice im super neat
+Ice on white wit 3's on her feat
+Worldwide robber from coast to coast
+From europe japan i gets that dough
+Send out 2 i get back 4
+Ya broad around me imma lace that hoe
+Smoke dro redo my whips
+Redo my chips this the bird man b**ch
+
+Chorus-Amerie
+
+Foxy Brown-
+BK i throw it up
+Free stay manoloed up
+Cris air canary
+All these niggas hear me
+Lou Vittoun Lou Bratton
+Bring fever cock sucker when foxy throw it on
+I speak how i feel im a fox 5 general
+Yall rap b****hes is all so subliminal
+Thats why i ones them everytime i pass em
+Frontin wit young g the fox 5 captian
+So which hoe wanna f*ck wit huns
+So come ???????? one by one
+So make um bust off the big magnum
+Spray off in the lobby
+Call us the shower posse
+The don ??? come through stylin hard
+Wit 2 booms from the sherlock squadray
+It be a bachelor that fox them sparrin
+And leave yall niggas on the sideline starvin
+Chorus-Amerie
+
+Amerie-2x
+I, I, I wanna get to know you
+I,I,I want you with me
+I, I, I just want to show you
+How good it would be close to meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Salute MeIn a day of 1999 it had to happen
+The result of man's stupidity became real
+Death smell is everywhere
+In their nicely worked out war plan
+Through the sky come rockets down there people are scored
+Everybody does try to save his own everywhere in town
+On the run the people turn to animals
+Love and hate does not exist here more
+No more hope
+Which led to the world's last breath
+Fire does control our world till the end
+Go fight stand up if you are not scared
+Tell them the people are dead
+The merciless radioactivity spread real fast
+Burning skin makes the pain a torture, everybody gets blind
+Can't feel hot and cold no more, it is so strange
+Listen to the people helpless screams, it is too late
+Moving forward slowly and together we are strong
+We will tell them what we are thinking
+About their bloody war
+And we stop the war and there will be no hate
+And we will together rule the world peacefullyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+CopycatIntro:EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Me & You (dedication to destinyI’d like to dedicate this one here
+To my star
+This the one I cherish
+She loves me unconditionally
+No matter what
+My love will always be here for you baby
+Yeah
+So for god, who gave me this gift
+You
+I give you this
+
+[Hook:]
+(if i had it all)
+Ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da
+Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da
+Woah
+Yeah
+Trust me your my little one
+Trust me your my little one
+Woah
+(if i had it all)
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Even though we don’t live in the same home
+And i might have missed your graduation
+And no matter how many miles i am away from… you
+You know, that i, love you
+You hear daddy on every station
+Thinking, im loving my occupation
+I know i got you home waiting
+Dessy, i do, it all, for you
+[Hook:]
+(if i had it all)
+Ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da
+Daddy’s little girl
+Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
+I would give you the world
+Ba-de-da
+Woah
+Little girl, give you the world
+Yeah
+Trust me your my little one
+Trust me your my little one
+I’ll give you the world
+Woah
+(if i had it all)
+
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Even though you’ll be grown soon
+You gotta stand on your own two
+Please listen what daddy told you
+I know, you think, that i’m old school
+You’ll see that i was right soon
+One day, you will meet the right groom
+And then, you will see your life bloom
+And then you know, what’s right, for you
+[Hook:]
+(if i had it all)
+Ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da
+Daddy’s little girl
+Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da
+Woah
+Daddy’s little girl
+I would give you the world
+Yeah
+Trust me your my little one
+Trust me your my little one
+(if i had it all)
+Woah
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Respect your mom, no one will replace her
+She’s the one who went through the labor
+(if i had it all)
+But you don’t owe her no favor
+But her respect is due
+See, daddy just wanna show you
+(if i had it all)
+All the heartache i go through
+For you
+
+[Hook:]
+(if i had it all)
+This world of mine
+I’ll give it all to you
+Ba ba ba ba ba
+Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da
+Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
+Its your world baby girl
+Ba-de-da
+Woah
+Yeah
+(if i had it all)
+Trust me your my little one
+Trust me your my little one
+Woah
+(if i had it all)
+(if i had it all)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Wanna PlayVerse One:
+Yo, the Lord is my shepard
+The sword is my weapon
+Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
+Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son
+'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
+Before they choose an education
+But once dead their ain't no awakenin'
+So like once said, life ain't for fakin
+Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?
+Fuck waitin'
+Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
+Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
+When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination'
+I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
+Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
+Is this the truth?
+This is what we do, sip a brew
+Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
+As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
+You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
+
+Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?!
+(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X
+Okay yo, we could play rough!
+Verse Two:
+Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
+Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
+I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
+Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?
+But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought
+I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
+May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
+P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips
+Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
+Pull the strap from under the seat
+Back up in the street
+Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
+Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
+Empty every shell in their direction
+Its you, I should've guessed it!
+Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
+Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into
+
+Chorus
+
+Verse Three:
+Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
+Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
+Never thought I'd be in his home
+With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
+Fuckin' with me, you should've known
+I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
+What money can do, get you hit for less than a G
+For threatenin' me
+I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
+Killin' you niggas with nothin'
+Left him dead, engine runnin'
+You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
+Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
+They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
+But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
+For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
+Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
+I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
+Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?
+Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
+Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
+Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback
+Somebody kncokin', who dat?
+"a cop man", let him in
+And give that mothafucka one under the chin
+Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds!
+The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
+Dont explain, I put the pound on his head
+Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said......
+Okay, so we gonna play rough!
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Country-BanayloAmerican born, American raised, American made
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+My country shitted on me (My country)
+She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
+Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
+Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)
+
+[Verse 1 (Nas)]
+It was packed on the Ryker's bus
+The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
+The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap
+On the streets I was invincible
+Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
+What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
+Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
+All in front of my friends
+In the street smile with no teeth
+I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
+Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
+Why didn't my folks just die in this society
+Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
+Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
+Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
+I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
+Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
+Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
+It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry
+[Repeat Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]
+It is I that step up
+Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
+Hummers and Range's through the desert
+Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
+Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
+I gotta get back, for what they owe
+Shoot'em in the back for the get back
+Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
+Forget the life had, now we all rebels
+Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
+We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
+And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
+Yo you could see the sea
+And the stars look closer to me
+I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
+S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
+My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
+But yo
+
+[Repeat Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium Thug)]
+Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
+I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
+Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
+Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
+How is the war
+And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
+Holdin' machine guns
+Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
+Anywhere is better than this
+It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
+Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
+I know the warden is readin' the scribe
+[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
+Courts, lawyers and jails
+We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel
+[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]
+There's not a bitch in sight
+All block bench, all block gates
+All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
+I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
+Now it's state of the art
+I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
+What a bloody mess, a slug fest
+I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
+You know I'm spittin' mine
+I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
+Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in
+I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
+Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
+Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
+I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake
+Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
+And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say
+
+[Repeat Chorus]
+
+[Nas]
+This goes out to Jake Rivera...
+Revolutionary destroyed by his own country,just tryin to fight for whats real
+This goes out to my nigga Malcom Alhazbalishibaz...
+Just tryin to fight for whats real
+This goes out to Martin...
+All about peace and destroyed by his own country
+This goes out to everybody in the whole world...
+Just tryin to fight for whats real
+To Petrish Lamoumba...
+Just tryin to fight for whats real and destroyed by his own people
+This goes out to my hood niggas...
+Coming up every day just tryin to survive the only way we know how
+But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now
+So ain't nothing goin stop us now
+[fading]
+My country....
+My country....
+My country....
+My country....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+American Way- DotanYeah, check it, uh
+Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
+Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya
+Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
+Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer
+Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
+Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue?
+I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew
+What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
+You ain't got the ghetto with you
+Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
+Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
+The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect
+Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh
+We ain't got no choices who to choose
+Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices
+And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
+Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick
+Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
+About poor children, then she gotta prove that she
+Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool
+Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
+Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
+Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose
+Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
+On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
+You MC's on that old slavery path
+The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh
+See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
+Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells
+It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
+Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh
+[Chorus: Kelis]
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+([Nas:] Cause that's the American way)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin
+It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
+I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place
+Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin'
+It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening
+This man leans in, his boys laughing
+Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens
+Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough
+And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe"
+I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold
+Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
+The biggest example in scandal of history
+Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree
+Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
+Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
+But who are we to blame, not the dames
+It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same
+Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth
+So they deserve to earn man's purse
+Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime
+Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh
+[Chorus: Kelis singing]
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+([Nas:] That's the American way)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+([Nas:] Cause that's the American way. What up, K?)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+([Nas:] That's the American way)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
+([Nas:] Ha, yeah)
+
+I don't care about the runaways
+I don't care about who's gay
+I don't care about dying of AIDS
+But I care if I got paid
+Who even cares about the president?
+I think they're making a mistake
+I don't care about the hurricane
+As long as my family's safe
+I don't care about the candidates
+They burnt this country to bits
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way ([Nas:] Uh)
+
+Can we make a change
+You know it's not overnight
+Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh)
+Can we make a change
+You know it's not overnight
+Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah)
+Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American WayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blaze a 50 (Original Version)[Verse]
+...Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
+33, recovering from plastic surgery
+Went from 34B to 36 double D
+Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party
+Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
+MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
+I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators
+When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas
+Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders
+A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in thе papers
+It's easy to get thе pussy, just don't fall in love
+Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub
+Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet
+Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
+Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character
+Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips
+Givin' head like she knew me for years
+Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs
+Millions she would get if his neck got slit
+She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me
+Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
+He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif
+Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
+You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear
+Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
+So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin'
+Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin'
+P-11's, ACP shells for blastin'
+Caught him with his Spanish maid
+He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs
+She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
+Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence
+His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
+Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
+Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
+In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children
+Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision
+All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"
+I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland
+Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight
+The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
+Now we're back to where we meet a-gain...
+Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
+Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
+Top down, night air blow her hair
+Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
+Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
+Took a blast out of her coke bag
+Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed
+Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass
+Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
+Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fear Of The Black Man’s Dick"Fear Of The Black Man"
+
+The Fear [x2] Of A Black Man Dick The Worlds Greatest Fear
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Scoopin' Dee Lop Street Hop Dats All We Do Guess What America We Love You Step Up West Africa We Love You
+Guess What UK We Love Ya We Need You We Singin' Like Ms.Makeba Not Imperious Lyricist But At The Same Time
+Nas Is Impenetrable A  Menace To Fools The description of who?   I Resent That A Prince Hat Is My Crown
+My Throne Used To Belong To Where That North Korean Kim Used To Sit At They Think  A Chimps  A Black Mans Ancestor
+I Think A Pimps A Black Mans Ancestor Just Around The Paragraph In The Corner Of My Next Word Right Next To The World Greatest Fear
+The Fear Of The African Black Mans Penis Is (??) Sara Beth Married Jesse Lee Proud Man He Was Mother  Like Aunt Jemima
+Black Blue Color Skin A Softness Unmatched By Anyone Stern With Her  Words Dats Mother Black Mother Love Her Son Jesse
+Dat Old Jesse is A Trip At The Factory Told The Boss Man That He Quit He Loved His Cigarettes His Beer And Sara Beth Married Less Than A Month
+After They Met Sare Beth Was After The Sex Cute White Darling Pretty Angel From The Heaven She Fallen Such A Perfect Match
+They Both Human They Both Knew When They Got Together Be A Bunch  Of Eye Screwin' Whole Bunch Of How Dare You Looks From The Whites At The Negro
+Black Chicks Have Fits At Her  And Mandingo Shes So Liberal Screams Out In Ecstacy Cause Sexually She Gotta Have A Staff of Jesse Lee
+
+[Chorus:]
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Dey Tryin' To Give It Aids, They Try To Give It Aids)
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (They Lie Screamin Rape, They Lie Screamin Rape)
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Can't Hide It's In Your Face, America it's  In Your Face)
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (Father Of The Place, All The Ladies Love The Taste Of Tha Nigga)
+
+[Verse 2:]
+They Used To Barb-a-que Blacks Cut Off They Genitalia Killin' Off The Aborigines In Austrailia Coldest Shit I'm Tryin' To Tell Ya
+Daddies Told His Daughter Stay Away From The Bucks They Just Want To Impale Ya Cause She Heard About What The Myth Is About Our Big Heavy Equipment
+That Some Sisters Might Dismiss It HA HA Yeah Right Your Right She Probably Ain't Get A Call The Other Night So Fathers You Should Be Scared
+Cuz Your Little Girl Is Bangin' Down The Door Of My Bedroom She Tryin' To Get Inside of My  Fruit Of The Looms She Hopes To Have My Heirlooms  Passin' Down My Grandfather's Crown Jewels
+Cause If We Get Around The World Turns Brown It's A Fact They Want A Thug In Em' Guess How Many Presidents Had Some Black Blood In Em' And This Nation Is A Vast Nation
+So Wut Was Your Fixation With Castration Color Shouldn't Matter Wit Relations Color Shouldn't Matter Wit Life & Love Cause Color Never Matters Under The Covers When The Lights Are Off
+[Chorus:]
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Dey Tryin' To Give It Aids, They Try To Give It Aids)
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (They Lie Screamin Rape, They Lie Screamin Rape)
+The Fear Of The Black Mans Penis (Can't Hide It's In Your Face, America it's  In Your Face)
+The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (Father Of The Place, All The Ladies Love The Taste Of Tha Nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U wanna be me - soundtrack versionUhh, ooh 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 niggas 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
+
+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, 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 niggas 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
+
+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 meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The genesis - explicit album versionNAS
+"Get-get.. get down!"
+
+New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
+And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
+Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
+Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
+Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
+But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
+Worldwide on the thorough side of things
+Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
+One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
+40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
+"What you up to, the cops goin' bust you"
+I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
+If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
+And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
+I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
+Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
+Yeah man, throwin' them bones
+Hopin my ace get his case thrown
+His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
+While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls
+Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof
+The D.A. who tried him was lyin'
+A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case
+Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein' replaced
+Pre-trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier
+Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
+Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
+I want to crack a smile when I see him
+Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
+He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
+Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leavin' everybody
+[Chorus]
+"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" [Repeats]
+Everybody
+"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!"
+
+[Nas]
+Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
+Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
+They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
+Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
+Southern niggas, independent label, real killers
+Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
+They had the coke game somethin' crazy
+Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
+Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin'
+Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
+Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
+I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
+Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
+New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L.A. see
+A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
+The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play"
+I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
+Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
+The nigga still alive in a hospital
+Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
+See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things
+He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
+Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
+She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
+Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
+Openin' the hotel room do', to let her goons in
+But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
+I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
+See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama
+Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
+Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you
+He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers
+[Chorus]
+All I really gotta say is that
+If that's how our people goin' get down, how we ever goin' get up?
+How we ever goin' get up if that's how we get down?
+A shame when you ain't look at it
+My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
+Somebody gotta make a changeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Play On Playa [Clean]Light somethin', stop frontin'
+How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
+Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters
+That'd kill me yo, filthy rich
+My daughter pass it on to the next generation
+Throwing carnations at my tombstone
+In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on
+Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam
+But my verse came first
+I stole change out her purse
+Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth
+Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph
+Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag
+Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
+Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
+Hit a spliff through a séance
+And I, play on playa
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
+Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
+Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby
+Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Get your papes on, play on playa
+Get your papes on, play on playa
+Get your papes on
+Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
+Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece
+Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing
+My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head
+Billion dollar dream hear
+Went from triple beams to digital
+Serving fiends, the minimal, 60 G's, no criminal
+No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers
+While your girl performs cunnilingus
+'Cause this big money aroma lingers
+Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade
+Hot towel on the face
+Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight
+Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake
+Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean
+Where I step, I Clorox it
+Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
+Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price
+But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice
+That's the **** they stole from the Congo and other black soil
+True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin'
+Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending
+Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her
+Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
+Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
+Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby
+Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
+Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
+Get your papes on, play on playa
+It's kinda hard for a playa like you
+But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue
+What you never do is punk out, what you better do
+Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view
+Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you
+Get your homie, carry you, bury you
+Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it
+Lick it, puff it, tuck it, **** it
+That man, that gang, that bang it was
+In D O double G we trust
+Yep yep, young loc with the two steps
+He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks
+Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks
+End of existence, for instance
+Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it
+Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it
+Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo
+I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's
+My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief
+Ladahdah be dahdadah
+Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are
+The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar
+Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are
+Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Shit[Intro: Nas]
+Escobar Season returns
+Let it burn
+Yo
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Nas]
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+This the bath salts song
+Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on
+It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
+Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
+Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
+Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
+Make me have no soul, so I had to take a toll
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Nas]
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+[Chorus: Nas]
+This the bath salts song
+Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on
+It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
+Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit
+
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+Me and my nigga Mr. Tunnel
+Razor in the mouth for when [?] was out (Slumped)
+Better tuck your chain, that's a warning, warning
+When the woodies come, you know that the goons is swarming
+Yeah
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Nas]
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+This that street shit
+Nigga, fuck that weak shit
+
+[Chorus: Nas]
+This the bath salts song
+Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on
+It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
+Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Killed It? [Clean]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 says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker
+They say her old man's 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 'Ssee 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 silhouette
+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 you're trying to hide it
+How did you kill a man out in Cypres
+One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded
+Says you guys did it **** 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 '77 or '78?
+She said, ‽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”
+Hip hop is so **** dead!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Danger Mouse Remix)[Verse 1]
+It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
+The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
+My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
+I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
+Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
+Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
+Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
+Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
+‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
+Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
+I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
+From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
+
+[Verse 2]
+The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
+Not stories by Aesop
+Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
+Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
+School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
+It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
+Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
+I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik
+Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
+So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
+Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
+I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
+Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
+[Verse 3]
+This rhythmatic explosion
+Is what your frame of mind has chosen
+I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
+Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
+End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again
+Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
+I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
+Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
+And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
+You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
+Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
+Vocals will squeeze Glocks
+MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
+My poetry's deep, I never fell
+Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+NY State of Mind Q-Ball MixIts ny state of mindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Remember The Times (Intro) - Explicit Album Version[Nas]
+I think I can remember some...
+
+Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister
+Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista
+Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her
+Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker
+Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick
+Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement
+Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her
+Put hickeys on her stomach
+Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw
+Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume
+That drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude
+Used to put my face in her crotch
+Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched
+Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer
+While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha
+While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker
+
+[Chorus]
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
+[Nas]
+Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes
+Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction
+Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection
+Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log
+Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind
+Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us
+Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher
+Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa
+The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong
+Under the coat and
+Put a show on just to show me she loved me
+She would undress and wait in zero below weather
+In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive
+Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high
+
+[Chorus]
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
+
+[Nas]
+Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin'
+Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin
+Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it
+Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets
+Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters
+Long chin, some with funny odors
+Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese
+Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
+And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool
+And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww
+Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas
+Principles are lined up, things prioritized
+Se mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown
+It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer
+Are we tempted
+[Chorus]
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+(now we could properly begin this)
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
+Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
+Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Funeral Parlour[Verse 1: Nas]
+
+[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
+
+[Verse 2: Nawz]
+
+[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
+
+[Verse 3: AZ]
+
+[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
+
+[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
+
+[Chorus: Kool G Rap]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+One Mic (American Epic Session)[Verse]
+Yo, all I need is one mic‚ one beat‚ one stage
+One  person front‚ face on the front page
+Only  if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
+One God to show me how to do things his son did
+Pure, like a cup of virgin blood
+Mixed  with 151‚ one sip probably'll make me flip
+Write  my name on my hollow tips, plottin' shit
+Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics
+Acknowledge  it‚ leave bodies chopped up in garbages
+Seeds watch us, grow up, try to follow us
+Police watch us, roll up, try knockin' us
+One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?
+But  my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
+Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken
+Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in
+Blackin' out as I shoot back—fuck gettin' hit!
+This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
+'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
+Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb
+We need more warriors soon
+Sent from the stars, sun and the moon
+In this life of police chases, street sweepers, coppers
+Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors
+If you really think you ready to die
+This is what Nas is 'bout
+[Chorus]
+Yo, all I need is one mic
+All I need is one mic
+
+[Verse 2]
+All I need is one blunt, one page, one pen
+One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin
+Matter of fact, more than one
+Look back at all the hatred against me—fuck all of them!
+Jesus died at age 33, 33 shots
+From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32
+Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17
+27 hit your crew, six went into you
+Everybody gotta die sometime
+Hope your funeral never gets shot up
+?? through the innocent
+Nothin' is fair, my heart is racin'
+Tastin' revenge in the air
+I let this shit slide for too many years
+Strapped up, too many MACs, too many 9s
+If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
+Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until it's empty
+There's nothin' in our way: they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
+Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut
+That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down
+'Cause we stronger now, the time is now!
+[Chorus]
+I need one mic
+All I need is one mic
+
+[Verse 3]
+All I need is one life, one try, one breath, and one man
+What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
+Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical
+Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
+Wonder what my secrets is
+Niggas'll move on you only if they know what your weakness is
+I have none, too late to grab guns
+I'm blastin' ‘cause I'm a cool nigga
+Thought I wouldn't have your ass done? Fooled you niggas
+
+[Chorus]
+I need one mic
+All I need is one mic
+All I need is one mic
+All I need is one micEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Jonesin[Lyrics missing]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Nas is Like EZO[Intro: EZO]
+Listen
+
+[Verse 1: EZO]
+Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born
+Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
+As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
+My plateau, and also, what defines my name
+EZO put it in your cell phone
+E as in three for the Holy Trinity
+Z in the 9 perfection from rhyme to delivery, God
+O, 6 for i am human and my existence is to be flawed
+I'm the rhyming Medina
+Have you green like the reefer of the fever
+Want to be battling?
+I'll leave you scrambling fro words like we was Scrabbling
+It's Maddening when you get to the big stage
+And spike it, you throw away the game
+Joell taught me how to rap
+Biggie taught me how to craft
+Nas showed me that the game is about more than that
+EZO is like a lyrical drug
+Ketamine in a slug
+Fuck rapping the lights out, goodbye to the utilities, roof, and the rug
+My mixtape don't go gold, I'll give the Kanye shrug
+Guess the game really is in the hole that it dug
+Skill made Chance my friend in this rap game
+Like, Vic, Mensa as my, nick name
+I'm 16, looking for a Super Freak like Rick James
+Cold blooded when i Kick the Urban Rapsody, but I Get Money like Wayne and T-Pain
+Insane the number of lines in his brain
+Such a quick claim when you see he used the simplest rhyme in the game
+Go back and forth like a dope tennis match
+I stay in line like 4 bars of Kit-Kat
+Come at me it's a mismatch
+One eight seven over the dispatchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Nas OutroEi sais kokeiluu kielt kerta ei johda minnekkn
+Vaikka s kyll muistat lupaukset joista luistat
+Yhteen hetkeen s heitt pottiin kaiken muun
+Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses
+Pidempn jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitk
+Sun tytyy saada hengitt pelkt et tuhlaat elms
+Et tahdo tuntee varmaa roihussa poltat karmaa
+Tiedt s ne liekit levii pian sun siltoihin
+Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses
+Pidemp jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitk
+Juhlan jlkeen vieraat lhtee tyhjt kuoret j
+Sient sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses
+Pidempn jos et n niin s esteeseen trmt
+Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses
+Pidenpn jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Me & You (Dedicated To Destiny) - Explicit Album VersionI'd like to dedicate this one here, to my star
+Someone I cherish, she loves me unconditionally
+No matter what, our love will always be here for you baby
+Yeah, so from God, He gave me this gift, you
+And I give you this, the world
+(If I had it all)
+
+If I had it all
+If I had it all
+
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+Just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+
+Even though we don't live in the same home
+And I mightta miss your graduation
+And no matter how many miles I'm away from you
+You know that I love you
+
+Hear daddy on every station
+Thinking, I'm loving my occupation
+I know I got you home waitin' to see
+I do it all for you
+(If I had it all)
+(If I had it all)
+Daddy's little girl I would give you the world
+Little girl I'd give you the world
+(If I had it all)
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+Just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+I'd give you the world
+
+Even though you'll be grown soon
+You gotta stand on your two
+Please listen what daddy told you
+I know you think that I'm old school
+
+You'll see that I was right soon
+One day, you will meet the right groom
+And then, you will see your life bloom
+And then you'll know what's right for you
+(If I had it all)
+
+(If I had it all)
+Daddy's little girl
+Daddy's little girl I would give you the world
+(If I had it all)
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+(Whattup)
+(If I had it all)
+Just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+Respect your mom, no one will replace her
+She's the one who went through the labor
+(If I had it all)
+But you don't owe her no favors
+But her respect is due
+
+See, daddy just wanna show you
+(If I had it all)
+All the heartache I go through
+(If I had it all)
+It's for you
+
+If this world were mine, I'd give it all to you
+(If I had it all)
+Yeah
+(If I had it all)
+It's your world baby girl, yeah
+Yeah, just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+Just me and my little one
+(If I had it all)
+
+If I had it all
+If I had it allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Squeeze[Intro: Nas]
+Squeeze!
+Squeezin' on ya; real niggas creepin' on ya
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+I got cream, some ganja trees, and fronto leaves
+Honda bikes, diamond dykes, rubbin' me, lovin' me
+Don't let my seed hear this, cover her ears
+Real shit; no surrender, no fear, we pioneers
+Of all this ice shit, biscuits, and tight whips, rims
+Bangin' blends in the S-Class, half a thousand
+Slap pounds with cats who shot down shit
+Real niggas who stay around chips, and down Cris
+Sips of Henny; chicks who bless you, finessin' it, professional
+Slob with ice cubes, just like Vanessa do
+Reppin Q, smoke amazing Thai
+Shit that givin' you triple Asian eye
+Yeah, bitch, a nigga stayin' fly
+From tube socks and Timbs, to blue rocks, a Benz
+Who got the ends?
+The type'll make 2Pac [?]
+To all niggas who shine; yes, who got revenge
+I won't showboat, my flow choke you
+And if it don't, the fo' fo'll smoke you
+Left your seed reminiscin' on ya
+MC's I'm pissin' on ya
+Shine cause my chips are longer
+It's gremlins I'm sic'n on ya
+Shots your dodgin'
+While Esco could rock the whole fuckin' Garden
+Real niggas always gon' play this shit..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The 2[Verse 1]
+
+[Chorus: singer]
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+
+[Chorus: singer]
+
+
+[Verse 3]
+
+[Chorus: singer]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Cops Shot the Kid (Demo)Lyrics from Snippet
+
+[Intro: Richard Pryor]
+The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
+"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
+Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night
+They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12
+And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs
+And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something
+'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
+Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"
+
+[Interlude: André 3000 & Slick Rick]
+The cops shot the kid
+Ain't no "try to get home"
+Miniature caskets make a lasting impression
+Sinister tactics make 'em answer my question
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+
+[Verse: André 3000]
+To fuck what y'all do
+Don't know what's gon' stop, yeah
+Fuck killing cops, what if wе kill cops' kids?
+Make that nigga adopt a baby 'cause we got hеre
+Make that nigga a dot on his head and pop here
+Maybe they just forgot, refresh 'em, give a pop quiz
+[Chorus: André 3000 & Slick Rick]
+Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes
+Cops, kids, and small boxes
+Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes
+Cops, kids, and small boxes
+Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes (Miniature caskets)
+Cops, kids, and small boxes
+Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes (Sinister tactics)
+Cops, kids, and small boxes
+Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes
+Miniature caskets make a lasting impression
+Sinister tactics make 'em answer my question
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+The cops shot the kid
+The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
+Miniature casketsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Made You Look (French Remix)Paroles rédigées et annotées par la communauté française de Rap GeniusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+
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+
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+- Martin Bandier, Chairman & CEO, Sony/ATV Music Publishing
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+Nas:
+
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