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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 Aiyyo, 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 dopefiends, walkin out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest crews People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth Walking 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 Walking through the hot desert searching 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 didn'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, niggaz who real Professionals, stick-up kids dreamin for mills Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival 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.. |
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Now tell me what y'all smokin What kinda heat y'll holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon [Verse One] 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] [Verse Two] 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 bustin it's the end of you Now we knockin on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war Death, angels comin 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 y |
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Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's |
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Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya 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 ending The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closin this chest of a 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 ya 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang (phone ringing) I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout 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 'bout, "Me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta 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 her 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" (Message Beep) Ay yo son, ay yo 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) (Message Beep) "Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace" |
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| 4:28 |
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Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, f uck gettin hit! This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sent from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic.. yeah All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world - |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Why'all actin like some old folks why'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood [Chorus: x 2] "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, n****" [Nas] Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood [Chorus] [Nas] Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood [Chorus] "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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| 5:24 |
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This is a journey into the worlds most largest And notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First theres this arrogent fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin his cheddar Cory changed his name to ahh, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like? It's 'Mega Right, 'Mega was his name, sorry about that But its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap Always actin tough, a jokester be frontin He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin But that's Nas always looking out for breddren Cause when breddren don't return love it don't stress him Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack Def Jam mad that he signed the contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Makin silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid 'Mega for the record you could suck my dick! Bitch, you from around the way it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus x2) They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggaz kill it So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over (Nas) Since we on the subject of traders and flunkies Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B. Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say Man Nature moved to Marcy Back with ass niggaz in fear Fuck them niggaz go head with the progam man proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggaz let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, its just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus) (Nas) I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P how many times aint you shamed that Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back They dont respect you a checks due for me for your fame 'Mega I hope you blow so I'm sayin your name ('Mega, 'Mega) Hoes play your position cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want the crown - how that sound? Poor thing I'm representing Queensbridge U.S.A. Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say (Chorus) (Talking) The bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggaz From out your circle, you can't save everybody niggaz invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real And thats real, ayo Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or dont even rep this Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggaz is in the grind Where you be at man? niggaz be bucking Why you never bucking, where you be at man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin Nino Brown of the fuckin hood Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines Keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroyin and rebuildin That means the cowards get out and real niggaz stay niggaz been hatin me since I been nine Shinin with suede motherfuckin Bally's on and silks I'ma always be the young don Don't be like the niggaz on the other side Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggaz in Queensbridge You niggaz come up and get this money and move on baby Q.B. |
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| 4:38 |
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[Nas] Geah [AZV] Peace king [Nas] Peace king [AZV] Listen, they wrote a book on your life [Nas] Right [AZV] You think anybody'll read it? [Nas] No fuckin doubt! [AZV] Let's make history homey [Nas] Aight then [AZV] You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table [Nas] {*laughing*} No, fuckin, doubt [AZV] It's time to manifest this [Nas] Shit we the flyest nigga [AZV] Bring it to a whole, y'know? [Nas] Gangsta nigga [Chorus] Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggaz 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 [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 player 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 wit 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 niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance [Chorus] [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 giving 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 niggaz 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] [Nas] We put this on the, soul of our born [AZV] As we hold the Qu'ran [Nas] Kamikaze style [AZV] Older cats coachin us on [Nas] Yo it's kill or be killed [AZV] Understand, real'll be real [Nas] A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY KNEEL [AZV] Identity sealed, protected by [Nas] our energy shield [AZV] And fuck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed [Nas] Close the books [AZV] Was taught never expose a crook [Nas] Between the knight and the bishop [AZV] Wanna knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead [Nas] I ain't light niggaz recite [AZV] Too impaired to breathe [Nas] WE BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET? [Nas] Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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| 3:43 |
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[Intro] (Nas)
Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Chorus] (Mary) Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 1] (Nas) I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club is righteous, tight with family Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties Ladies who's sexually free And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty Middle fingers up and say 'Fuck the world' Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Jungle) I pull in a V12 drop all red Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you Show you what your body made for, you're official You could be my baby mama lookin like that What you drink, champagne or Cognac What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like Jungle to always come thru Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB Put'em up... Repeat Chorus Party all night (Party all night) Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights) Party all night (Whachu wan' do?) Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...) [Verse 3] (Wiz) I'm blaze, haze for days Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid Mac out corner I got it's all laid Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin wit me A true BHG Wiz, not complex Chin checks if it get hectic Nigga Braveheart respected Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands up Repeat Chorus 2X |
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[Talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, nas, uh, yo, yo Life, they wonder, can they take me under? Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo I come from the housin 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, everyday 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 slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from egypt, up to julius cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's asia, africa, europe, france, japan Pakistan, america, afghanstan 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 fightin Lost lives in the towers and pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all god's children [Chorus] World is hating, that's forever (uh, see'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, see'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world 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 increases, to home 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 missels And i become the most wanted But is it worth hearin 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] Why'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 hot light 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 pa**ed You just transcend, i know i'm gon' see you again Hopin i reach the world leaders and win Ain't nothin 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 and unless 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] [Talking] Yo, n****s ain't forget s***, know what i'm sayin? N****s ain't forget nothin Men, women and children killed by the police and s*** N****s ain't gon' forget that, 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 what my country is, and my country's a muthaf***a |
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American 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) Aiyyo, it's packed on this Riker's 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' killa Mother's a dopefiend 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 Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Millenium 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 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' 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 [MT] 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] (Millenium 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 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 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 Repeat Chorus [Nas talking...] |
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Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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Uhh... yeah... uhh... [Verse 1: Nas] 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: repeat 2X] 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 mornin [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 niggaz 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 Benz's 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] - repeat 2X |
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Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh No idea's original, there's nothin 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 If niggaz 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 braincell 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 and 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 rocksters 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 led 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" |
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Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fisk 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 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 Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo 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 niggaz 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 I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots War plus money man I got too many spots Hungry niggaz 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 niggaz back on the block what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high Their own my will take the contract surprise So we play a mental game intimidation Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying I wish these niggaz 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 niggaz 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 |
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