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
The Pressure lyrics - Nas
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
I ain't made til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we're related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education cause we wasn't privy
We got busy put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way chairman of the committee
Rap Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin' on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies ya'll recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin' niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool they don't wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
The world on my shoulders it's gettin' too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems ain't even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there's no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on five full generations
It's Nas til I'm gone
Give my all, give em more
Miles on my Peloton I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin'
While I'm out here tryin' to spread the message
You searchin' for qualities that I'm already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
Death Row East lyrics - Nas
Yeah, yeah hold up
KD2 shit
Ayy hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha' ghetto superstars really down to lose it all
Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of em clutchin'
When you livin' this rugged
That come with repercussions, look
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
History lessons
Keep it on record
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine you can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to 9-6, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin' thru a fresh lens
Everything I know now, wish I knew back then
Like it was only so much time left
Before Machiavelli the Don left
Booked a flight, flying out West
We was trying to squash the whole shit in Vegas
No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers
Eric B, Big D, and Preme was affiliated
Peace to Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators
We had respect before we was ever some entertainers
See Suge, he was a dangerous threat
MOB almost turned half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks
There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (Let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
But he was still alive in the hospital
And it rained that day in Vegas
Rest In Power
40 Side lyrics - Nas
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope
Damn
I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind
Instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real
My nigga I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings tryin' to sympathize with yourself
Don't nobody owe you
Ain't nobody holding you back
You stuck in illusions
Attached to something that ain't even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can't see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG Talk
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
Damn
Niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy just front me the gold, that wasn't the goal
First clip was a warning shot
Nigga we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload
Been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic
Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten
You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it
Get your first ten milly watch that shit like a habit
OG Talk
Shoutout 41st Side
Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst right
Keep your blickie you know how the streets work
Seen too many of us die over the turf
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
'Til then, we gon' be thuggin' behind the project buildin'
Plottin' on our way that we can make a million, a billion
Until then, we gon' be thuggin'
EPMD 2 lyrics - Nas (feat. Eminem & EPMD)
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your head like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
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 Stars, countin' a million
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a 'single one' (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a 'bond' and she'll
Never 'bail' on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window of my mobile
On the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds me of "Rap Summary," mami
My theme song, me and "P" always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane) and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's illa trained killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's, and the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is
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 Stars, countin' a million
Rare lyrics - Nas
Yo
I'm in rare form
Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for em
Talk about back in the days
This isn't back in the days
They want me back in my ways
Chipped tooth and the fade
Uh
Musically I'm on Mars
Walking all over the beat
Puttin my feet on the stars
I rock it like Lenny, thinkin like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar
Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud and we gotta know who we are
Uh
I'm in rare form
Wearin' rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan this a fair warning
Too many young gods beef over nothin
When you get money you know that it's comin
Sayin' they homies but they ain't a hunnid
We the most hunted uh
I got my Mets hat on to the back
Y'all already know where we going with the stats
Hall of Fame only Kings and Queens only
They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me
Yeah
I'm in rare form
Y'all still on the ground you know I been airborne
Studying BIG studying Nietzsche
You gotta call in a chopper to reach me
Homey I don't need a jeweler to freeze me
Ice in my veins I make it look easy
Mentally I'm in Queens
More money more problems you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let em say what they say revenge on my plate I'm lovin' the taste
They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain
They just not evolving the same
Me and HB is too rare
I'm movin' all thru the snares
Sound on billionaire
Ain't nothin' changed I'm flippin' the page
I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face
You know what they say, KD the wave
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
Levels of Tarantino
Curbin' my ego, even though he know
Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos
What they especially praise is the ethos
Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips
No superstition to make me get rich
I'm with this chick just one I brought today
In between placing my bets we shopped at Cartier
Rose gold I copped her a set
Runway hopped in the jet
Flight attendant poppin' Moet
I said I need that Dom off of respect
We havin' conversations niggas show me property there
I called my nigga Ant and told him yo I gotta be there
Salmon shish kabob in a misty fog rollin' sticky log
Big dog affair no kids involved
Round table havin' war council
Press one button it'll change the world around you
Too rare, nuttin' to see here
Cuban over my streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's ok to keep the mystique I learned that in the street
On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
You keep staring at the glow bitch don't go blind
Braveheart energy, fuck all the enemies
XO Hennessy it's not on me it's in me
I'm not here to be friendly they ain't even contending
Comprende
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
Comprende
It's up
Hit-Boy you on some other shit
We on some other shit
Comprende
Yeah
YKTV lyrics - Nas (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & YG)
Oh yeah I'm sorry I didn't mean to say all that
I should've opened with a reading of the scripture from the Book of Popoff
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
God's Son they call me Son ain't no son'in me
Ran a hundred M's bitch I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N A S on a Migo beat
Hip Hop culture Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red she thought I was Whoopty
4 a.m. still goin' I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride whip only got two seats
Slip N Side thru Miami she got on a two piece
I'm on her body she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
You wanted to talk ain't no talkin' it out
Huh, put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about
Every time they play this song she like this is my shit'
But I really wanna know do you love me and I
So my name and when you say it baby call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave ma it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look
I pop off ha
I copped the Avenny might top off ha
They not really A Boogie they just knockoffs ha
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours ha
Been jackin Esco-bars like he Pablo ha
Put my tip inside of wolves like shit was hollow ha
My niggas innocent behind rules but they Ralo ha
And every time they pop off I pop out
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
Hey there I'm Peter Popoff and it's about to pop off
Four hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss
Big Blood drip know it's hot sauce
Found a crib got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild bitch take your top off
Show no love bitch
I'm in love with Saint Laurent
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun
Drop a car note on yo' head act stupid with' it
Bitch bitch my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit
Stars in the ceilin'
Bitch I work hard on the money I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the platinum you trappin' and dealin'
Niggas niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it
I'm Tom Brady in the field I make all the decisions
The video got shot up and I green lit it
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
You know the vibes
QB to South side
North side, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
Store Run lyrics - Nas
G's
Yeah
Yeah
QB, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence move in silence
Who knew I grew to build an empire
Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining
Techs in a dresser
Money off tech pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one
It's one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin'
Expensive mistakes
It's all a racket it's the same thing
Just a risk that you take
Movin' too fast
Blues on yo' ass
Them boys came thru with the task
Peep thru the blinds
You knew it was curtains
Bread winner take a -L
Leave the whole family hurting
Seen it a million times system wash 'em out with the verdict
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I cannot seem to remember
It's not even bragging
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo
As I'm looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night times
Shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You can Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective we on God's time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduced to addicts?
What happens when kings don't see they potential status?
What's your exit plan?
Face to face with my omens, I never ran
Stood on stages most never can
Pyrotechnics and leather pants
Shifting the culture
Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to
I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older
The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run
How you expect to get love if you don't show none
I should send you lil' niggas on a store run
How we movin' it's no cut
I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust
Champagne and the soap suds
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I can't seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface Tony Montana shit
It's yours
Yours, yours
RIP Ecstasy from Whodini
DMX
Prince, Markie Dee
Shock G
Real Rap Gods
Do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year
And last year
Aye yo, check it out
Run to the store for me man
Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted man
It's about rank
You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store I own the store man, I'm just testing you
I got the hood playing golf while bossed out
Crucifixes over the chrome hearts you get crossed out
People battered down Asian hate gettin' passed around
Tiger happy both his parents lives matter now
Marble floors is my common law
We company builders
I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions
Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist
I do this for the 'jects
And them good hearted jurors
Moments lyrics - Nas
'Bout it, that's how I feel
We used to all put in and go half on bail money
Fuck makin' it rain now, we makin' it hail money
I never met Muhammed Ali
Wish I did
My brother saw him
Champ told him nothing is real
Gave me the chills
Thought about it that's how I feel
We on autopilot, no captain behind the wheel
My whole career I steered away from features
But I figured it's perfect timing to embrace the leaders
Accepted my position as the master teacher
I make cash deposits before the first
Flashy diamonds that's waterworks
Sassy models the curviest
Brothers you knew from the sandbox'll do you the dirtiest
Government assistance poverty is big business
Overrun the Senate both parties got policies built for the wicked
Look you in the jungle gotta move like an animal
Prey on the predators go where anybody that challenge you
Board rooms courtrooms it will leave you with war wounds
I ain't wanna be this cold hearted but I was forced to
Wore my sneakers like Run DMC did
Important to black culture like Spike Lee is
He Got Game
I wish my mom could see this
See the man that he is
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Yo, I wish I met Sister Souljah
But I didn't, woulda told her
Coldest Winter Ever was beautifully written
She alive so she'll hear this
I'm dolo no co-defendants, I been with the social distance
Archbishop of sharp spittin' sports car whippin'
Ya actin' like the real ain't what's needed, of course I get it
What's more authentic?
Hit-Boy in a walking Guinness World Record
New York menace
I'm O-Dog Hit is Caine
The endin' change
Traded my youth some say I became a suit
A representative of Martin's Dream comin' true
Every man is a King less he make excuses
Wish that my mishaps wasn't a nuisance
Sunday to Sunday get praise I'm God made
Where I'm from one go in the grave, one go in the cage
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Third verse and I knew what to write
They say I'm a legacy artist I blew up the price
Thirty years later who would'a knew dude would be nice
I hit the tables and I threw up the dice
Under the lights, outside dining
Al fresco
Silk is the dress code
Had to be Esco
Colors of lightbulbs change thru voice command
Flew over Antigua made the choice to land
Set my feet on a private island house come with a staff
Chef know how to cook with no salt and low fat
Extended stay shorty she don't wanna go back
You gotta appreciate the moments bad times don't last
Like my first fistfight in the Bridge
Hype like the first time I heard Nobody Beats the Biz
Those times bring me to tears
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim (Splash)
Like still bein' a virgin (Splash)
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid (It's a girl)
Moments you can't relive (Moments you can't relive yeah)
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said (Uh, when was that? Way back)
Just free livin' this life
I can't relive last night
I'm excited for today
Nobody lyrics - Nas (feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill)
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Yeah, yeah
If Chappelle moved to Ghana to find his peace then I'm rollin
Where the service always roamin' I'm packin' my bags and goin'
It's a challenge in that, it's a balancing act
Visit beautiful places that's more out here than the trap
Houses in Long Island they always found 'em
House in the South a nigga barely got out
Sunny LA
Remember calls with Dr. Dre
He told me Don't let the palm trees fool you nigga, be safe'
Me and my higher self, we often would speak
Somehow we lost the connection, might meet at Joshua Tree
And it's been bothering me
Too many wavy women, gotta log outta I-G
Can't be my age DM'ing
No kidding
It's hard to move like a civilian
I write the truth 'cause I live it, not like you musical niggas
We did it big and they bigots
They'd rather shoot than write tickets
What it feel like to go get it
What it feel like to go missing
In one city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
My dog bought a plane, said, "Let's go to Paris"
That's where baguettes are from
French bread, that's long and narrow
I like the other definition, rectangular carats
The concept of this song is rather esoteric
This girl said in Grenada we should go get married
Broke the meaning down of the Virgin Mary
And you got your own place
My favorite part of the night when you text me that you made it home safe
I'm contemplatin' at the homebase how I'm used to breakfast in the ghetto sippin' OJ
That's a picture right there, a moment in time
Before anybody wanted a photo of mine
Before the internet energy and social decline
Destroyed the vibe foolin' us with the headlines (Keepin' us blind)
Vultures eat you alive (The key to the signs)
Wishin' I'd find
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
All my time has been focused on my freedom now
Why would I join 'em when I know that I can beat 'em now?
They put their words on me
And they can eat 'em now
That's probably why they keep on tellin' me I'm needed now
They tried to box me out while takin' what they want from me
I spent too many years living too uncomfortably
Making room for people who didn't like the labor
Or wanted the spoils, selfish behavior
Now let me give it to you balanced and with clarity
I don't need to turn myself into a parody
I don't do the shit you do for popularity
They clearly didn't understand when I said I get out apparently
My awareness like Keanu in The Matrix
I'm savin' souls and ya'll complainin' bout my lateness
Now it's illegal for someone to walk in greatness
They want the same but they don't take risks
Now the world will get to see it's own reflection
And the anointed can pursue their own direction
And if you're wrong and you're too proud to hear correction
Walk into the hole you dug yourself fuck a projection
See me in my freedom taking all my land back
They sent a lot against me thinking I'd just stand back
I got my legs beneath me, I got my hands back
A lotta people sabotaged they couldn't stand that
I turned the other cheek, I took blow after blow
There's so much crisis in the world 'cause you reap what you sow
When you keep what you know is meant for someone else
The ditch you dig for them you must just end up in yourself
I'm in the secret place
I keep a sacred space
They keep showin' their hands, but keep hidin' their face
If I'm a messenger you block me, then you block the message
So aggressive, the world you made is what you're left with
Pride and ego over love and truth is living reckless
Y'all niggas got a death wish, the stupid leaves me breathless
Some place to be
Yeah
Ain't duckin' nothin'
Just might have to build my own city where y'all need a real nigga passport to enter
Ms. Hill, we ain't goin' nowhere
They gon' have to deal with us
Make 'em uncomfortable
Yeah
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