Speechless lyrics - Nas
I don't even know what's goin' on no more
I don't even know what's happenin' man
Ain't no answers
I'm'a figure some shit out tho, ya heard
Yunno
Yeah, yeah
Just try to get my weight up
Try to get all my watches in order
Get my safe up
Get great
I'm 21 years past the 27 club
It's like I went back into may past and then I sped it up
Robert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven was
Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust
Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome, and the scary stuff
I told my brother Jung fuck em they gon' go thru hell with us
They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us
Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis
Only thing undefeated is time
Second is the internet
Number three is this rhyme
Before security my dog had to sneak in the nine
God must be on my side
I had to eat and provide
My winning streak is divine
I told thun leave the street shit behind
Don't let em hype you a slow run beats cheatin' the grind
Dog I'm tellin' it like it is
You gotta deal with the consequence
When you run in a nigga's crib nigga you better be ready to sit
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left 'em speechless
Left 'em speechless
Pick a down on his luck rapper
Bet he broke the arrogance of a crackhead
Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker
Who hate a distilled wine drinker
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger
Aiight I get it
It's who the lit-est we in competition
Ya'll did adversity to death I got a proposition
You and your brothers stop plottin' on eachother, plot on millions
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest
Spread your bets out, double down on what's working
Then you double up
Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch
Honestly I'm speechless
Fly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked it
Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably
I must be insane givin' you bars runnin' companies
I'm done with the redundancies
Checking on my history, making content for Viacom
License music to Tiffany's
I come from
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left 'em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes)
Left 'em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished)
Leave 'em speechless
Speechless
Meet Joe Black lyrics - Nas
Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game?
No post office was stampin' time
Took out a slice out of the Big Apple made apple pies
Family sized
Leather bombers and Nike Sacais
Dangerous corners you better pray that tomorrow arrives
Rap Sugar Ray Robinson nothin' sweet
Y'all too out of shape to even box with me
Heavyweight I know my way around the ring
Just like shorty know her way around the store
Makin' hits with Hit-Boy all he gotta do is hit record
Record breakin' news had to show up just to fill the void
Confused spoiler oh boys y'all better keep your poise
Leave me out of the weasel shit
Be cool when you see me, I'm hotter than all that rap diva shit
The hood know you pussy so we don't buy or believe in it
Locked in on the instrumental I took back the key to this
Uh
Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that float back
Your top 3, I'm not number 1, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black
Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that float back (What I'm sayin'?)
Your top 3, I'm not number 1, how could you post that? (Uh)
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (Yeah)
I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around meet Joe Black
What I'm sayin' people sayin' what's already been said
Predictions I don't listen it's already in my head
No funny shit
Your most hungry place, I was past that at twenty-eight
Underground tapes, ask my ASCAP and publishing stakes
As we slide in the G-ride
I been gettin' criticized, it's keepin' me energized
Create with a business mind
I'm from where killers reside
A wild hood, only knew goons since my childhood
Niggas say anything in they raps 'cause it sound good
Don't even mean what they say, horrible outlook
Y'all ain't really 'bout this, house nigs
Y'all was in the house with it
We don't respect fake jewelry and silly outfits
Window down, blowin' out kush
Grey tints, New York's J Prince on Houston Street
I caught the bounce before my nigga even bounced the beat
I took the hard way in this shit, man it's the route for me
Uh
Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that float back
Your top 3, I'm not number 1, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black
Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that float back
Your top 3, I'm not number 1, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around meet Joe Black
Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game?
Why would I?
"For real talk, the nigga who killed hip hop for real is Nas, dog
That nigga killed hip hop (Hip hop is dead)
That nigga went and told everybody about it
He came out publicly and said
Hip hop is dead"
Ugly lyrics - Nas
Test, test
Yes, yes
Yeah
It's ugly outside, it's muggy, it's muddy outside
105 Fahrenheit thunderous skies
The clouds shape a clown face above where you reside
Under his eye, teardrop got the ugliest cry
They call my city Gotham City, opposite of pretty
Weatherman cannot predict bullets rainin' from out the 50
It's ugly outside, Big L would be here if it wasn't
Hell will freeze over the day it doesn't get ugly out
How can we hug it out
After we slugged it out
We should be buyin' acres adjustin' eachother's crowns
That was your brother back then, how could you gun him down
Yeah, Yeah
That's what I live for
The inventor
The re-invention, I'm reincarnated, see what it hit for
Yo, even your mental can get you sent for
Get you chipped off if it's a brick off, you hit a brick wall
Damn big dog
Dove in that water and got hit with a cannonball
Ugly Christmas sweater party with no Santa Claus
Companies profit off of black trauma
That's ugly, mad ugly just like Sheneneh and Wanda
You been thru shit I been thru shit everyday is an honor
It's ugly how Mercedes Moore lost her life to a stalker
I'm on offense everyday til I see the love
KD3 on the way, this just to feed the buzz
It's ugly
It's ugly
Shit is ugly
Yeah, one more time
Yeah, it's ugly outside
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I see the envy getting closer thru my optics
Knew I had vision before I seen the optometrist
I seen a whole lot of shit, never altered my confidence
Or my consciousness
It's ugly outside they dangerous, stay out the mix
Poppin' back out on niggas homie I'm poppin' shit
Kill 'em with no accomplices watchin' my rearview the envy is obvious
It's ugly outside, it's grown men jealous outside
It's grown ass women that'll have you set up to die
You really not a stepper nigga, just step to the side
While I two-step on a beat, watch a veteran slide
JMJ seen em comin' wish he ain't hit the buzzer
Marvin Gaye to Young Dolph we takin' out our brothers
Distorted faces, solemn features we kill each other
It's Mr Ugly Man Marlon Wayans in In Living Color
It's ugly
It's ugly
Shit is ugly
Yeah, one more time
It's ugly
It's ugly
Shit is ugly
Yeah
40-16 Building lyrics - Nas
That '70s heroin
Heroin pressed on
Teflon
I got so many kids in the game, it's like a gender revealing
I got that feeling, Lionel Richie Dancin' on the Ceilin'
Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain
The hate is real, but you should know that the love is way realer
Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in
Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate
A brand new book, crackling sound when you open, I'm writing gems
I make gospel in the booth, it might sound like I'm writing hymns
Put designer with the Timbs, wow
They wanna run with my style
40-16 building, bussin' 'em down
And the fiends was like employees bringin' customers 'round
Hurricane waters, niggas had dreams of flooding the town
Weather report lookin' rainy, but I skate through it daily
In a new gray Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys
Some sizzling, scorchin', handsomely how they gotta pay me
Every recording off the head, I'm in the studio lately
I don't bang, but I'm makin' that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
Take my quotes
I'm here to give hope
Start a company from one of my phrases
We in the age of lettin' dumb shit kill ya kingdom
Body bags for no reason
Young shit, blunts lit, slurring off of the Seagram's
Hell with it, creep through the shadows
Eyes wide open, Thai still smokin'
Brake screechin', he's tweakin'
He see himself way different than we see him
He speak as if these mean streets was only his region
Shit, everybody's squeezin'
Niggas know what I came in this game with
I'm not a entertainer, that's just a disclaimer
For what I'm 'bout to say
Famous people sayin' they hate bein' famous
Millionaires hate it
People take just to feel like they made it
Whoever claim that you changed 'cause that money came
They'd do the same if they saw their name on a hundred thangs
Pardon the haters, it's my billi behavior
If they don't say I'm the G.O.A.T., that's just silly behavior
It's the ones you grew up with
That's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love
Ain't that some shit?
Twenty trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately
It's the ones you grew up with
That's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love
Ain't that some shit?
Twenty trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately
I don't bang, but I'm makin' that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
I'm outta here
I told niggas I was in rare from on the last album
I ain't playin' out here
It's not a game
Woo
Hollywood Gangsta lyrics - Nas
Shout my young New York niggas out there on that drill shit
Yeah
Yeah
Ayo, yo, let me try this shit out right here
The scars of martyrs
The path of bastard seeds
Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease
Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier
They was not givin' we ask for forgiveness, not permission
Whole clique is eachother's counselor
Holdin' sticks without a hockey puck
Can't co-sign em, them niggas not with us
Hop on a private jet with twelve tenants
Right when I land, the chopper to Manhattan is 12 minutes
I put the real in real nigga that's on my momma though
Homie you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Callio
Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow
In Houston with a thick one eatin' at Papadeaux
Shit, it was written
Choppin' up competition
Palms itchin' bohemian growth couldn't get Nas to visit
I seen both ends of the ladder, ain't see no silver platter
Fiction don't even matter we don't ask for the cameras
Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere
I'm the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I'm on top and I surprise em
I'm on top and I surprise em
Velour fashions
World tour jackets
I turned to a hoarder, I don't need more baggage
Everybody lyin' telling stories backwards
Like my song Rewind then store autographin'
To take it back in time, to today I'm smashin'
Flick out ashes, flip girls on a mattress
We get it crackin' without the attachments
Her - My heart is cold as Aspen
Both of us laughin'
I put the New in New York
I'm home
All of the watches stay on the Eastern time zone
Throwin' parties whenever I'm feeling godly
White linen parties for whenever we make a million dollars
Nas think he too good to pull up on us
See me at a baby shower with some OGs from Corona
Sippin' liquor taking photos and I slid with a cougar
Could'a pulled a young love but I took who was cuter
Esco relaxed in hood I ain't come with a shooter
They asked what I'm doin', they said I was already proven
Who said I'm too comfortable around on my regular shit
You know I'm a rare nigga but ghetto as shit
Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere
I'm the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I'm on top and I surprise em
And I surprise em, uh yeah
I ain't sayin' don't have your goons with you
I'm on top, it's not surprising
But when you get a lil' older you move different
Yeah, I'm on top and I keep rising (Rising)
Uh huh, early morning
I'm on top
To the dawn and I'm on top
Yeah
I can't be stopped, why even try
Hollywood gangsta
I'm the opposite of that
Ha!
Wu For The Children lyrics - Nas
Yeah
I don't work this hard to be around people I don't like
Uh, yeah
Gotta be a special type nigga to deal with my life
Gotta be a special type nigga to feel what I write
Special like my classics
Special like my listeners who have attachments
To my old style, won't let me past it
I don't see the point with weak sayings like
"All them niggas on top be blockin'," or never help man, stop it
It's hard watching brothers who smart but think they not
I need them to realize what they got is a fresh start
That brother that you claim so powerful
The one you said he has a whole lot of pull
Probably already tried to pull his brothers up
And got betrayed, got snaked, got played
Meanwhile he balance his challenges, hard to keep himself paid
It's so hard for him, even though his talent is God given
Pardon him, stop putting your faults on him
What he did to you now?
The man in him is bringing the kid in you out
You kid him he still playin' the victim you weirdin' me out
That's what my perspective is, maybe 'cause I'm a specialist
Sippin' mixed liquor beverages
Six figure checks are big but eight figure checks and you rich
The Nas enthusiasts thinkin' they know what's best for me
More than I know what's best for me, no rest for me
Gotta be a special type nigga to deal with my life
Gotta be a special type nigga to feel what I write
Special like my classics
Special like my listeners who have attachments
To my old style, won't let me past it
Special
Yeah, it's a privilege
VSOP shit
Special
Very special
Hit, turn up the sample, we makin' magic
This thing is bigger than I could ever imagine
Duckin' the flashes from the cameras, leave out the back
Jump in a spacecraft, we can't tell where we at
Chauffeur drivin' like a high speed chase, trunk full of smack
Tallest building in Manhattan
Sippin' on Manhattans, listening to The Manhattans
Queens to Brooklyn, oh, what a feelin'
I should'a had Grammys when Ol' Dirty said Wu For The Children
Should'a did that remix verse on Gimme The Loot for Biggie
Me, Jay and Frank White is like Cole, Drizzy, and Kenny
One girl for the rest of your life, is that realistic?
Some had told me they like when you call 'em all type of bitches
Ran through a few of them, some gangsta, some Christian
Some with a heart full of hate for me, even with a new nigga
They label me a sinner because I left with they soul
There's really no other feeling, having that type of control, nigga
Gotta be a special type woman to deal with my life
Gotta be a special type woman to feel what I write
Special like my classics
Special like my listeners who have attachments
To my old style, won't let me past it
Gotta be a special type nigga to deal with my life
Gotta be a special type nigga to feel what I write
Special like my classics
Special like my listeners who have attachments
To my old style, won't let me past it
Special
Yeah
It's a privilege
VSOP shit
Special
Very special
Rest in peace ODB, Tahim, Virgil
The Queen, Jacqueline Avant
Special people
Wave Gods lyrics - Nas, A$AP Rocky & DJ Premier
Yeah
We're more solid
Yeah
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J
Shine my nickel plated then I'm startin' my day
My old lady called me baby, told her pardon my age
Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience
Here's some niggas talkin' nonsense, call him Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break the pockets, taking notes like guidance counselors
Aristocrat just like the Chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers
The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryin' to fuck the world but my pants still up
Tryin' to invest to all, my G's before we rest in peace
Before we rest in peace
The rest is set, the record set, as soon as I release
The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas, uh
Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads
Mighta peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic
Staring at them naked pictures, shit, you bound to crash
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like, ah, ah, ah
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that Mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '98
It's movies that I make
Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate
Adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of J's, thought I was 2-3 (Air)
Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace
My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dimepiece
I might buy her a piece of property
You might'a had some joints, but ain't nuttin' like me and Rocky seen
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Tell Hit we got a hit ay, ay
Tell Hit we got a hit, ah
Call up Nasty Nas niggas hit the lick like ah ah ah
The Truth lyrics - Nas
Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down
No more foul plays
Housin' mentality, shoot 'em down days
Goin' out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meetin'
Money and fame is fleetin'
You never really know the reason why two people is beefin'
Bloody murder
In the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentence start turnin'
Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon
Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it to the floor
Black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight carats, immaculate paystubs
Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside, since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was The Case" up
Thinkin' when I drop my first shit, I'm leavin' they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon, draws from the dime block
They had it clickin' but today, it's some new slimes out
Instagram trickin' the hood
What they cryin' 'bout?
Petty crimes, bitches, and money, that's what they lyin' 'bout
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough (No, no, nigga)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Now you got your marching orders
This shit will make your mouth water
Like food grilled with wood chips
Woolrich, button-up flannel
Lookin' wolfish, my hair wolfin'
Central bookings, simple lessons
One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus
My style is eclectic
Eat you pussies for breakfast
Then I offer refreshments
Look all that fly shit y'all harpin' on
They take the watch from your arm
And cops do nothin' about it, that's what's goin' on
Many changes, more races
When I was tourin' the nation with warrants on probation
I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I'll be bankin', IV from drinkin'
Papi to Abu Dhabi
Prolly polly with Saudis
Crank the engine on a '74 Chevy Chevelle
Shorty friend is a snake
I told her her bestie ain't real
You gotta watch that
As the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat
Your reputation, you can't clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucker
See, somebody has to say it, the boy still ain't graduated
I must say they cap the greatest (Be real)
My team is mature, the bags are secure
Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough (No, no, nigga)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Dedicated lyrics - Nas
Yeah
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it, it's my time
But if God save me
Maybe I'll erase any vice that could potentially bring harm to me
Before I make a move, I think about it karmically
Everything come back like a boomerang
I'm black as Paul Mooney slang
And all I pray for is health and a sustainable business and a faithful missus
I see a lotta people try to be who they ain't
We don't want money that fit in the bag, we want the bank
Just to spread it around like icing on the cake
White tiger in a cage, Mike Tyson in '88
Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose
Smash and grab, yo this world became a hell hole
Stay cool is what I tell those youngin's
So they don't end up in jail clothes, come on
I dedicated my life, my life
Dedicated my life, my life
I dedicated my, my
Uh, uh (Yo, that is inspiration)
Dedicated my
Whole damn life, if I wanted to now, I could live an old man life
Confronted with how the hood can use more funding
More budgets for more teachers
Financial literacy, more speeches
Chefs come cook for me
Look what it took for me
The streets had its hooks in me
Yeah, people ask me what books to read
Destruction of black civilization, that's history
Journal of Chris Columbus, that is what interests me
Juneteenth holiday finally came and it pisses me
Off, for the fact that we came in chains
You'll be physically in pain
Dedicated like Ricky Walters, Dougie and Dana Dane
I dedicated my life, my life
I dedicated my life, my life
I dedicated my
Uh
Dedicated my
I dedicated my life, my life
I dedicated my life, my life
I dedicated my
Test, test, yeah
You know
To get to this point
I might have to write a script, a manuscript
Yo, yo, ghetto manners is you thuggin' me or asking?
Finessin' me or pressin' me, well none of that is happenin'
Accessory to murder, not necessarily Manson
I'm just a G in constructs a Pelle Pels or a Vanson
Ratty clothes we haven't spoke in years, pat his coat
Check his waistline, he spyin' on who has the most
Best to leave me alone, I get in my zone
Laughin' with African presidents while over the phone
Shit be feeling like the last days, cash made
Mirrors on the ceiling with a bad babe
Same age but niggas be having mad grays
Million Man March with real niggas never last place
Blazin' gats like young Haitian Jack
Me and money go together like the 80's and crack
Shorty aura like Kimora rockin' Baby Phat
I'm droppin bars nigga like I'm on stage with SMACK
To my niggas who have staples from the navel up
Healed up, had to chill a while, lay in the cut
Shorty tried to WAP me down in the Mercedes truck
Pulled up, cobblestone ground in my palatial hut
Paradis for niggas still doing deals in the street
Original Backwoods, I fill 'em with green
Am I a musician?
Or am I a magician?
No tricks, just real shit, straight out the kitchen
Pure magic
No tricks, no tricks
No tricks
No tricks, pure magic
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