Yea
Man prince was a pimp appolonia, vanity, Sheila E. had me on the edge of insanity
Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar here I am, this is the future, im where the woman are
Rocking wit teninbam, y'all need me, shine a spotlight up, in the sky like batman, I pops right up this is Nas hate if u must hate been hot since the days of cassette tapes t-shirts over the thermals dripped in our memories sipping that Hennessey .45th in my denim jeans, she told me she was my eyelashes when we hump I grunt just like a bull mastiff, they call me the best who ever did it, only in the club one minute guess who I slip wit, a chocolate dike ghetto thing sweet, we going to pop tonight, bon apatite
[Chorus:]
Do you know who I am? And she says
La lalala I already know
What we can't hold hands? And she says
La lalala I already know
You got to leave by three? U wit me?
La lalala I already know
So until next week? U know ma
La lalala I already know
U know Mirror mirror on the wall who's the nastiest sexiest thug of them all, I seen her in the mall she was wearing home degarsole keyoke mose cherry cologne she was lookin very alone till this big weightlifting mister universe clone starts grabbing her own , she cant stop looking im in the zone one look at the kid she taking of her stone, cash crazy ass crazy hair long and baby amaze me because im in rare form she like an ice cold bowl of post honeycomb, followed me in the shop while I cop menna someone, tap me on the shoulder I told her I her im on the phone, I played it off well nobody was on the cell, shit she said the tone?
She said mister so and so should I leave you alone?
[Chorus]
Tick tock Tick tock time is passing, hello turn the television off, focus here
You know, lover not a fighter I'm the vagina liner re constructor, bed sheet ruffler, for u freak girls under cover who loves ya? Im not a priest don't front for me, but step in my confessional, that's the bedroom , tell the truth ill be impressional wait before u pass ur collection plate, show me u a professional so we straight? She tried to kiss her lips but no I don't do that, want me to kiss her lips but not where the newdge at, few stacks spend my chips, yea I do that, see the problem wit you woman is, look I got em' u can hear a mouse piss on cotton, u don't want to miss it then listen stop stressing the man we out to get as much sex as we can, and u roll wit the plan shorty u lie but u got to leave, 2:45
[Chorus x2]
If I Ruled The World '09 lyrics - Nas (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
[Intro: Marsha Amborious (Nas)]
Oooh oooh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! The stuggles of life! (Life!)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, da da da da da da! (Everything I ever wanted)
Oh, oh (Yeah Yeah!) Do do do do do do! (Yeah! My life, so real)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Before I use to dream I could rule the world
Now it's thoro I survived the perils in my fly apparel
Seven forty five appeal, no candy paint no chrome wheels
I Close deals tried to see my face on my own bills
The president here, he's honest and fair
Prayed for the days, when the kins of slaves is honered and shared
January 20th I was there
I'm aware the part I played to get young voters to care
Recession is a blessin in disguise
For a new economy to rise somethin old has to die
I'm still sippin Rose' PJ's it be's like that
I brung the eighty seven Fila's back
Save collect, B.I.G.'S dream came correct
Tryin to put seven hundreds, they made them yes
I used to think United College Fund was for bums (Nah)
The ghetto advocate for education look what I become
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Yeah! Here we are!)
[Verse 2: Nas]
I don't say I'm maintainin, that's a lame's language (word)
Poor English, from a wise man I learned paitence
Me not distinguished, is like a fiendless Queensbridge
I don't say I'm grindin, 'cause everything I do is redefining
'Cause when you know the streets to the science
Apply it very moderate, 'til your business'll watch you profit
Rap game, NBA to NFL, the kids'll yell, "Will I win? "
The fella ends up in the cell - nonsense
'Cause they can grow to be part of the Congress
Be responsive, to these inner-city problems
Behind a tent with a chauffer, I rep for the culture
Rep for the thugs and STILL see eye to eye with Oprah
I was a dreamer a wisher would hope for
A better life for these kids while I sip on a Mosa
I plan yo, you should watch the black and white's hand, yo
Who's the best? Next to me, they couldn't light a candle
Yep!
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Arrrrreeeeeeee!)
[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosious (Nas)]
You can be who you wanna, say what you wanna (Marsha!)
Tryna make it better, our sons and our daughters (Yeah!)
Use your mind - make a change
Yes, we can - see a brighter day
Gon' be struggle, gon' be pain
But no excuses to be made
This is the time that we've been waiting foooooooooor!
[Verse 3: Nas]
I done seen it all, I got it on with the weak and strong
There's no relief, it's like the beef keeps keepin on
I can't count the amount I drew heaters on
'Cause we was warrin in the Ps', it was Vietnam
Now I got you in arenas, watchin me perform
The songs rappin 'bout them same beefs and the street I'm from
Thankful, for the art form I'm eatin from
I never see no losses, I only see we won - yeah
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (Oh we come so far!)
So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)
Oooh oooh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! The stuggles of life! (Life!)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, da da da da da da! (Everything I ever wanted)
Oh, oh (Yeah Yeah!) Do do do do do do! (Yeah! My life, so real)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Before I use to dream I could rule the world
Now it's thoro I survived the perils in my fly apparel
Seven forty five appeal, no candy paint no chrome wheels
I Close deals tried to see my face on my own bills
The president here, he's honest and fair
Prayed for the days, when the kins of slaves is honered and shared
January 20th I was there
I'm aware the part I played to get young voters to care
Recession is a blessin in disguise
For a new economy to rise somethin old has to die
I'm still sippin Rose' PJ's it be's like that
I brung the eighty seven Fila's back
Save collect, B.I.G.'S dream came correct
Tryin to put seven hundreds, they made them yes
I used to think United College Fund was for bums (Nah)
The ghetto advocate for education look what I become
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Yeah! Here we are!)
[Verse 2: Nas]
I don't say I'm maintainin, that's a lame's language (word)
Poor English, from a wise man I learned paitence
Me not distinguished, is like a fiendless Queensbridge
I don't say I'm grindin, 'cause everything I do is redefining
'Cause when you know the streets to the science
Apply it very moderate, 'til your business'll watch you profit
Rap game, NBA to NFL, the kids'll yell, "Will I win? "
The fella ends up in the cell - nonsense
'Cause they can grow to be part of the Congress
Be responsive, to these inner-city problems
Behind a tent with a chauffer, I rep for the culture
Rep for the thugs and STILL see eye to eye with Oprah
I was a dreamer a wisher would hope for
A better life for these kids while I sip on a Mosa
I plan yo, you should watch the black and white's hand, yo
Who's the best? Next to me, they couldn't light a candle
Yep!
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Arrrrreeeeeeee!)
[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosious (Nas)]
You can be who you wanna, say what you wanna (Marsha!)
Tryna make it better, our sons and our daughters (Yeah!)
Use your mind - make a change
Yes, we can - see a brighter day
Gon' be struggle, gon' be pain
But no excuses to be made
This is the time that we've been waiting foooooooooor!
[Verse 3: Nas]
I done seen it all, I got it on with the weak and strong
There's no relief, it's like the beef keeps keepin on
I can't count the amount I drew heaters on
'Cause we was warrin in the Ps', it was Vietnam
Now I got you in arenas, watchin me perform
The songs rappin 'bout them same beefs and the street I'm from
Thankful, for the art form I'm eatin from
I never see no losses, I only see we won - yeah
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}]
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (I Ruled the world)
So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)
Before I use to dream I ruled the world
{I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it}
So here I am, to rule the world, world
But now you used to dream you ruled the world
(Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!)
{I use to dream} (Oh we come so far!)
So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)
In Too Deep lyrics - Nas (feat. Nature)
[from "In Too Deep" soundtrack]
[Nature: talking]
Yo Yo Yo Son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya man's ain't ya man's
And ya friend's ain't ya friend's
And ya money ain't yours anymore
And niggas wanna count your money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got
You know what I'm sayin
sometimes I gotta take long trips and get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fucking niggas like me up Knowhatimsayin
I been exposed to too much and too long
All my niggaz out there in the hood and shit
That be bringing that real shit
Put your fucking Phillies in the air
Your Back Woods your White Owl
Your Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to this shit right here
This that real shit here
this is the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin
It's all real all live nigga what what nigga
[Nas:]
Yo A yo A yo A yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shit gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
[Chorus:]
[Nature:] You want war I'mma give u war
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] You want peace imma give u peace
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:] You want love imma show u love
[Nas:] Life of a thug
[Nature:] There's no love for me in these streets
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] It's just hustlers in the streets
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:]
Yo A yo
When you in too deep you better climb out and find out
Are you the one they looking at cuz when you looking back
It's your time to fear if the drama's severe
I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear
Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke
I try to patch it white kids is buying acid
Closing down spots popping a knot
Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin the blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of the wax
Now meat the man behind the music examing the facts
I use it, to my advantage do this shit everyday
Like sneaking gats up in grade eight
Six Flags catch me getting on the popular rides
If a nigga violate he get top of the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no doubt
I keep shits disguising six shirts in the trunk
Imagin it gets six times worse when I'm drunk
Prepare for death first of the month
Open and rise, t's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it cuz it's not normal, is niggas loyal
I talk about life and live it for you this shit is soil
Like the dirt that I walk on you talk on
You say I had love for ya know it's all gone all gone
[Chorus:]
[Nature:] You want war I'mma give u war
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] You want peace imma give u peace
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:] You want love imma show u love
[Nas:] Life of a thug
[Nature:] There's no love for me in these streets
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] It's just hustlers in the streets
[Nas:] Raised in the street
[Nature: talking]
Yo Yo Yo Son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya man's ain't ya man's
And ya friend's ain't ya friend's
And ya money ain't yours anymore
And niggas wanna count your money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got
You know what I'm sayin
sometimes I gotta take long trips and get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fucking niggas like me up Knowhatimsayin
I been exposed to too much and too long
All my niggaz out there in the hood and shit
That be bringing that real shit
Put your fucking Phillies in the air
Your Back Woods your White Owl
Your Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to this shit right here
This that real shit here
this is the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin
It's all real all live nigga what what nigga
[Nas:]
Yo A yo A yo A yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shit gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
[Chorus:]
[Nature:] You want war I'mma give u war
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] You want peace imma give u peace
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:] You want love imma show u love
[Nas:] Life of a thug
[Nature:] There's no love for me in these streets
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] It's just hustlers in the streets
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:]
Yo A yo
When you in too deep you better climb out and find out
Are you the one they looking at cuz when you looking back
It's your time to fear if the drama's severe
I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear
Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke
I try to patch it white kids is buying acid
Closing down spots popping a knot
Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin the blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of the wax
Now meat the man behind the music examing the facts
I use it, to my advantage do this shit everyday
Like sneaking gats up in grade eight
Six Flags catch me getting on the popular rides
If a nigga violate he get top of the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no doubt
I keep shits disguising six shirts in the trunk
Imagin it gets six times worse when I'm drunk
Prepare for death first of the month
Open and rise, t's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it cuz it's not normal, is niggas loyal
I talk about life and live it for you this shit is soil
Like the dirt that I walk on you talk on
You say I had love for ya know it's all gone all gone
[Chorus:]
[Nature:] You want war I'mma give u war
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] You want peace imma give u peace
[Nas:] Raised in the streets
[Nature:] You want love imma show u love
[Nas:] Life of a thug
[Nature:] There's no love for me in these streets
[Nas:] I'm in too deep
[Nature:] It's just hustlers in the streets
[Nas:] Raised in the street
It Wasn't You lyrics - Nas (feat. Lauryn Hill)
[Intro: Nas]
Uh huh, a love story, but not your ordinary love story
Not hardly, you heard
Get into this shit right here, check this shit out
You know, check it
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
As we turn the corner, I count down his name
I felt so ashamed, when it wasn't you
[Nas:]
Companions, commitments, relationships
They can be so nice in days picnics, advance slow nights
You start to miss it all when you got no wife
Seeing couples, walking, holding each others hands, talking
Like everything around them don't exist
And yo they stop before crossing the street so they can kiss
That remind me, my love for this 'lil mami
A slim body from Saudi Arabia probably (uh, huh)
We met five day into her stay, a thirty day visit
Her second time in the USA
But my first time to gaze at her
And wave at her was at KNICKS game
Islamic name hard to spit game
My thug look made nervous, her Secret Service
The floor seats next to Spike Lee, I had to purchase
Later we met on Tavern on the Green and after we dined
I said "I got to have you just one time", she said
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
[Nas:]
Seduced her fast, surprised me, laying beside me
Rolling in my satin sheets, flexible body
Hair, black and long, Indian skin completion
Eyes, nose and lips resemble the Egyptian
It's against rules to make conversation, with anybody new
Which was strange in our situation, that admired her more
Everyday I gave her a tour
Of New York streets, the parts that remained hard-core
It was coming to the day when she had to depart
When she left I felt the butcher knife stabbing my heart
Without a number to dial, continent near by the Nile she reside at
She said she would write, so she could fly back
Private airplanes, been a year, letters never came
In the short time we were together it never rained
Just sun shine when our tongues climbed
Each others body, wish I can see you one time, 'cause now
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
Uh huh, a love story, but not your ordinary love story
Not hardly, you heard
Get into this shit right here, check this shit out
You know, check it
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
As we turn the corner, I count down his name
I felt so ashamed, when it wasn't you
[Nas:]
Companions, commitments, relationships
They can be so nice in days picnics, advance slow nights
You start to miss it all when you got no wife
Seeing couples, walking, holding each others hands, talking
Like everything around them don't exist
And yo they stop before crossing the street so they can kiss
That remind me, my love for this 'lil mami
A slim body from Saudi Arabia probably (uh, huh)
We met five day into her stay, a thirty day visit
Her second time in the USA
But my first time to gaze at her
And wave at her was at KNICKS game
Islamic name hard to spit game
My thug look made nervous, her Secret Service
The floor seats next to Spike Lee, I had to purchase
Later we met on Tavern on the Green and after we dined
I said "I got to have you just one time", she said
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
[Nas:]
Seduced her fast, surprised me, laying beside me
Rolling in my satin sheets, flexible body
Hair, black and long, Indian skin completion
Eyes, nose and lips resemble the Egyptian
It's against rules to make conversation, with anybody new
Which was strange in our situation, that admired her more
Everyday I gave her a tour
Of New York streets, the parts that remained hard-core
It was coming to the day when she had to depart
When she left I felt the butcher knife stabbing my heart
Without a number to dial, continent near by the Nile she reside at
She said she would write, so she could fly back
Private airplanes, been a year, letters never came
In the short time we were together it never rained
Just sun shine when our tongues climbed
Each others body, wish I can see you one time, 'cause now
[Chorus x2: Lauryn Hill]
It's A Tower Heist lyrics - Nas (feat. Rick Ross)
[from "Tower Heist" soundtrack]
[Nas:]
Born in NYC beastin’, the lord left me no choice
Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts, criminal courts
Father forgive, I wanna die like Godfather did
Standing in lineups and paying lawyers, aint tryna bid
Alliances, surveillance watching ‘em, careful when plotting
My boys were captured on video, farewell to my partners
Ski mask and fake tags, in case the car was spotted
Lavish hotels, central park west, fly apartments
Lets rob it, forensics get a sentence so be the smartest
It’s live, it’s a Saturday night as I load up a cartridge
Let off the fully, got alliby’s, no need to worry
Done right, we don’t see the prosecutors or grand jury
Reputed Mobster style, take the money and run
Count it in warehouse’s, leave town and live a hundred years like crocodile
Straight up NYC, like a Mets fitted
This a tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it
[Nas - hook:]
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
Tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it!
[Rick Ross:]
I got my shades on, got my money in my pocket, got my J’s on
Spent a hundred for my watch, I feel amaze-on
It’s a jungle in these streets
Choppers be going bang, ya’ll people need me decreased
Everyday is war, living legends you must applause
So light my cigar, for the foreigners living large
Dealing straight raw, the Mercedes in my garage
Your girl on my dick, and I may just feel like menage
I came for the cash, me and Nas behind the mask
Cause bitch, its a heist, give me or lose your life
I profit so nice, me and dog gon’ count it twice
It’s poppin’ tonight, roll a weed, give me a light
[Hook:]
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, It’s a tower heist
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
Straight up tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it!
You want respect money and Power right
You want respect money and Power right
It’s a tower heist
[Nas:]
Born in NYC beastin’, the lord left me no choice
Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts, criminal courts
Father forgive, I wanna die like Godfather did
Standing in lineups and paying lawyers, aint tryna bid
Alliances, surveillance watching ‘em, careful when plotting
My boys were captured on video, farewell to my partners
Ski mask and fake tags, in case the car was spotted
Lavish hotels, central park west, fly apartments
Lets rob it, forensics get a sentence so be the smartest
It’s live, it’s a Saturday night as I load up a cartridge
Let off the fully, got alliby’s, no need to worry
Done right, we don’t see the prosecutors or grand jury
Reputed Mobster style, take the money and run
Count it in warehouse’s, leave town and live a hundred years like crocodile
Straight up NYC, like a Mets fitted
This a tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it
[Nas - hook:]
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
Tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it!
[Rick Ross:]
I got my shades on, got my money in my pocket, got my J’s on
Spent a hundred for my watch, I feel amaze-on
It’s a jungle in these streets
Choppers be going bang, ya’ll people need me decreased
Everyday is war, living legends you must applause
So light my cigar, for the foreigners living large
Dealing straight raw, the Mercedes in my garage
Your girl on my dick, and I may just feel like menage
I came for the cash, me and Nas behind the mask
Cause bitch, its a heist, give me or lose your life
I profit so nice, me and dog gon’ count it twice
It’s poppin’ tonight, roll a weed, give me a light
[Hook:]
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, It’s a tower heist
You want respect money and Power right
Well lets ride tonight, it’s a tower heist
Straight up tower heist, even Donald Trump could get it!
You want respect money and Power right
You want respect money and Power right
It’s a tower heist
Just A Moment (12" Mix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Quan)
[Verse 1: Quan]
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
Or just for poor righteous teachin'
[Chorus: Quan sings]
As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home
[Verse 2: Nas]
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin'
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take 'em home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Quan]
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya...
[Nas]
Photographs of lost memories,
On the block with shit and Hennessey,
Pictures of us in mock neck shirts,
Valentine nail 'n brown bags
Brothers like to brag bout their cousins
That are locked in the system,
we all for victims, we all called Christians
The Islamic faith, restore all our faith
Barb wire torn, all brick wall but we all can't escape
[Chorus]
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
Or just for poor righteous teachin'
[Chorus: Quan sings]
As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home
[Verse 2: Nas]
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin'
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take 'em home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Quan]
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya...
[Nas]
Photographs of lost memories,
On the block with shit and Hennessey,
Pictures of us in mock neck shirts,
Valentine nail 'n brown bags
Brothers like to brag bout their cousins
That are locked in the system,
we all for victims, we all called Christians
The Islamic faith, restore all our faith
Barb wire torn, all brick wall but we all can't escape
[Chorus]
K-I-SS-I-N-G (Remix) lyrics - Nas
[Chorus]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin life is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I call you hit me back
I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice
And it's the day that your father give you away
to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now, look me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
We can spend our honeymoon in the states
You can throw your friend the bouquet
Somethin in the back of my head say
For us two, maybe cuz I love you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you
Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful
Deeper and harder love layin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by
while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's
Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
Til one day she decided to flip
It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
Started talkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake
Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook
For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
You my queen God bless you
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Until fade]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin life is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I call you hit me back
I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice
And it's the day that your father give you away
to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now, look me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
We can spend our honeymoon in the states
You can throw your friend the bouquet
Somethin in the back of my head say
For us two, maybe cuz I love you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you
Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful
Deeper and harder love layin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by
while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Nas:]
She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's
Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
Til one day she decided to flip
It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
Started talkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake
Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook
For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
You my queen God bless you
[Chorus:]
Can't nobody love me like you do [x4]
(Ooonononon I said they cant)
[Until fade]
Kids In Da PJ's lyrics - Nas (feat. Bravehearts, Millenium Thug)
[Chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future lifestyle looks hazey
dreams to drive a Mercedes
with a pile of ladies
[NAS]
Third grade singing star spangled banner
using proper manners
learnt to handle anger animal behavior
later on my block rocking with my jocks on
eating Bon Ton chesse popcorn
humming a KISS rock song
socks long to my knees
summer breeze running through the leaves playing freeze tag
can I stay out please dad
can I hang out with my little gang out
hearing shots rang out
heard my moms call my name out
come upstairs run up stairs
take a bath shit stained underwear
wipe yourself with paper bad
little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate
ate dinner up late
gazing at the wall praying basketball
was my future for this young one
hooping in the sun
proud to be where I come from
later shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[Chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz smoke wood
nothing is good
look at my eys and see what I could
living my life and feel what I felt
the hand that I was dealt
drama that my uncle Shabazz had
I was a little lad
niggaz shooting through my Grams window shattering glass
had the chicken pox
on that toy horse that rocks
my moms grabbed me down to safety
everybody in the crib was going crazy
that was in the 80's
and now im 17
money cash dreams
niggaz be slave
I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s
close range niggaz see brains
Millenium Thugs the name
but now it's slash cocaine
blast niggaz in vaine
satch yo' chain
cherrish the life
my niggaz got a fetish for ice
turn out the lights
I bust so I could spar up the night
uniting the pipes
Queensbridge niggaz is sheist
need no price body yall dudes on spite
who knew I would of spazzed out
little Nayshawn owner of the crack house
get my papes on
tired of 'friderators all the steaks gone
[Wiz]
Now picture this shit
with six Aunts five Uncles
thugging a double apartment out
kids, cousins, and brothers
there I go in the pamper by the radiator
cursing eatin first
little nigga with a appetite that got worst
firs day of school ten man cliq
all i'm learning is how to extort shit
'cuz class i forefit
graduated on another level
selling birds busting birds
fuck with the herbs
never we fuck up the herbs
make 'em pay like you
stick 'em up get down
since ten was taught to turn 'em around
rip they pockets out
bust two the way they run
I ain't give a fuck that's how I was
I was young
[Chorus]
[Horse]
Horse was born as a brave child
big for my size
a bully to little guys
with chocolate miks and apple pies
the playground was mine
I stayed scarred up all the time
from shopping carts flipping
now we race to the finish line
hated playing cooties 'cuz that shit
wasn't fun all the honey's say i'm it
then they little ass run
I was sweared to put a hickey on the ones
that I caught
I was a nasty little nigga I learned to hump before I walk
kept a sling shot on my side to shoot
squirrles and cats
wanted to be Captain America with the
Shillinger hat I started getting older fell
more in love with the streets
infactuated by the ropes and the shiny
gold teeth I was to big to break dance
fuck spiining on my back
my role models now run numbers and sell
crack this project child blessed
chasing ghetto success
he needs a name for himself
to ge the same respect
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future lifestyle looks hazey
dreams to drive a Mercedes
with a pile of ladies
[NAS]
Third grade singing star spangled banner
using proper manners
learnt to handle anger animal behavior
later on my block rocking with my jocks on
eating Bon Ton chesse popcorn
humming a KISS rock song
socks long to my knees
summer breeze running through the leaves playing freeze tag
can I stay out please dad
can I hang out with my little gang out
hearing shots rang out
heard my moms call my name out
come upstairs run up stairs
take a bath shit stained underwear
wipe yourself with paper bad
little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate
ate dinner up late
gazing at the wall praying basketball
was my future for this young one
hooping in the sun
proud to be where I come from
later shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[Chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz smoke wood
nothing is good
look at my eys and see what I could
living my life and feel what I felt
the hand that I was dealt
drama that my uncle Shabazz had
I was a little lad
niggaz shooting through my Grams window shattering glass
had the chicken pox
on that toy horse that rocks
my moms grabbed me down to safety
everybody in the crib was going crazy
that was in the 80's
and now im 17
money cash dreams
niggaz be slave
I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s
close range niggaz see brains
Millenium Thugs the name
but now it's slash cocaine
blast niggaz in vaine
satch yo' chain
cherrish the life
my niggaz got a fetish for ice
turn out the lights
I bust so I could spar up the night
uniting the pipes
Queensbridge niggaz is sheist
need no price body yall dudes on spite
who knew I would of spazzed out
little Nayshawn owner of the crack house
get my papes on
tired of 'friderators all the steaks gone
[Wiz]
Now picture this shit
with six Aunts five Uncles
thugging a double apartment out
kids, cousins, and brothers
there I go in the pamper by the radiator
cursing eatin first
little nigga with a appetite that got worst
firs day of school ten man cliq
all i'm learning is how to extort shit
'cuz class i forefit
graduated on another level
selling birds busting birds
fuck with the herbs
never we fuck up the herbs
make 'em pay like you
stick 'em up get down
since ten was taught to turn 'em around
rip they pockets out
bust two the way they run
I ain't give a fuck that's how I was
I was young
[Chorus]
[Horse]
Horse was born as a brave child
big for my size
a bully to little guys
with chocolate miks and apple pies
the playground was mine
I stayed scarred up all the time
from shopping carts flipping
now we race to the finish line
hated playing cooties 'cuz that shit
wasn't fun all the honey's say i'm it
then they little ass run
I was sweared to put a hickey on the ones
that I caught
I was a nasty little nigga I learned to hump before I walk
kept a sling shot on my side to shoot
squirrles and cats
wanted to be Captain America with the
Shillinger hat I started getting older fell
more in love with the streets
infactuated by the ropes and the shiny
gold teeth I was to big to break dance
fuck spiining on my back
my role models now run numbers and sell
crack this project child blessed
chasing ghetto success
he needs a name for himself
to ge the same respect
Less Than An Hour lyrics - Nas (feat. Cee-Lo)
[from "Rush Hour 3" soundtrack]
[Cee-Lo (Nas):]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..
(Uh-oh, yeah)
[Nas:]
Mr. International
The man centerfold women loathe
Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls
Craftiness, take a stab at it
Don't ask if Nasty's back at it
I don't run out of magic
Popular, box-cutter flow
Time is money; the watch cost dough
Shaking the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies
The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life
The money, hotties on each arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo:]
I am here (I am here)
This is the place (This is the place)
The atmosphere of espionage at expensive tape
And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face
So I guess I'll just cut straight through the chase
And before I could say the name of whom I came to see
Someone suspicion then came to me
I'm so close and I've come so far
A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar
I love to talk to you - but I don't have the time
She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime
Ohh if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower
But darling I have "Less Than an Hour"
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Hmmmm... Ohhhh... Funny how time flies when you're having fun
([Nas:] Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done
[Nas:]
You on a winning streak
You survived the killer streets
Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet
Number seven might get you to Heaven
You break the bank, just might make you a legend
It's after eleven, you playing against a poker face
Genie eyes, light green, sipping on Bellini's
You play your cards right, she'll let you touch
She'll be a devil in disguise, lady incubus
Better know who to trust
She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs
I'ma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em
The crews do something new, inform me
[Cee-Lo:]
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Ohhh... time will wait baby
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Ew-ohhh... ewwwwwwwww... hmmmmm...
I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power
And I only have an hour
[Cee-Lo (Nas):]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..
(Uh-oh, yeah)
[Nas:]
Mr. International
The man centerfold women loathe
Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls
Craftiness, take a stab at it
Don't ask if Nasty's back at it
I don't run out of magic
Popular, box-cutter flow
Time is money; the watch cost dough
Shaking the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies
The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life
The money, hotties on each arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo:]
I am here (I am here)
This is the place (This is the place)
The atmosphere of espionage at expensive tape
And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face
So I guess I'll just cut straight through the chase
And before I could say the name of whom I came to see
Someone suspicion then came to me
I'm so close and I've come so far
A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar
I love to talk to you - but I don't have the time
She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime
Ohh if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower
But darling I have "Less Than an Hour"
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Hmmmm... Ohhhh... Funny how time flies when you're having fun
([Nas:] Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done
[Nas:]
You on a winning streak
You survived the killer streets
Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet
Number seven might get you to Heaven
You break the bank, just might make you a legend
It's after eleven, you playing against a poker face
Genie eyes, light green, sipping on Bellini's
You play your cards right, she'll let you touch
She'll be a devil in disguise, lady incubus
Better know who to trust
She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs
I'ma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em
The crews do something new, inform me
[Cee-Lo:]
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Ohhh... time will wait baby
(I... have "Less Than an Hour")
Ew-ohhh... ewwwwwwwww... hmmmmm...
I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power
And I only have an hour
Let 'Em Hang lyrics - Nas (feat. Lake, V-12)
[Intro]
Uh, yea, it's like that
They wanna know how nigga do it, youknawhati'masayin
I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit
Why I ain't got that, youknawhati'msayin
Fuck nigga get on your job, nigga let your nuts hang beeitch
Check it out though
[Chorus: V-12]
These well, theeeeeese
41st side Lake Entertainment
Oh yea, if you come to QB you gonna get...
[Nas]
Yo, foes decompose in their coffins, hoes creepin with bosses
No sleep in my fortress break day thinkin of losses
Taxes and IRS government gangstas
But I'm a scientist in love with big president faces
My residence changes from ghetto to acres
Avoidin jealousy snake shit
Can't afford another felony lake bent drivin them Porsche
Niggaz sayin Nas came through Wit a flyin saucers
With some strange shoes on the tirin flossin
So now they know wanna offer 'em killin stick 'em and cost 'em
Catch him slippin, trippin get 'em for all his fortune
Sup with this Nas hatred, y'all can suck my dick
Got these niggaz wives naked makin them fuck my fist
My mystique have the world froze
My physique got me dressed up in shell toes
In ganga leaf, I inhale slow
I'm from out of town capsule some kind of portal
Spittin these rhyme at you like a martyr
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
You goin to get murdered (murdered, murdered)
You going to get murdered (Why get shot up)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
[Lake]
Sayin old dudes jewel me, now salute me
I've grew more than they ever though I would be
Havin no pops to mourn me, just show me
God didn't plan for another man to control me
You know me from bustin my gun blood
Even up in north my cell smell like Christian Dior
Before I lost my case I had to gain mastered
Been had heart now my papers startin to match it
I stack til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G
And sold 20's while I rap to beast
My wifey beef over my robberies
But they put my man in the "L" still on the armory
Loyal to the heritage, though I put 7 in it
Dudes snaked me, word to Spanky, I never snitch
I put a bullet in your face 'fore I go to Jake
Rule number 1 out here, don't fuck with Lake
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB your goin to get murdered
Your goin to get chopped up, (murdered) boxed up
Your goin to get murdered
If you come to QB your goin to get...
[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Our guns are haunted with the ghost of body
Smoke 'em like we suppose to
Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty
Told you!, Bravehearted we appear when it's on
Light up your block like its day time y'all niggaz be gone
So many niggaz that's be pursuin Nas when they spot me
They be jumpin out of movin cars and landin on my Tims
I tell 'em be careful don't damage the skin
Amateurs cram around wit the hopes to get glance at the end
[Lake]
Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives
I'm wise cuz I realize that sounds is golden
Mourned shorty from cat shacky who wrote to me
Livin through them back then was givin hope to me
I control many, being a flossiest
Most notorious, Queensbridge extortionist
Love my hood no question, I'm gonna rep it
But I'm not just a QB tenant, I'm the president
[Chorus: V-12]
Uh, yea, it's like that
They wanna know how nigga do it, youknawhati'masayin
I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit
Why I ain't got that, youknawhati'msayin
Fuck nigga get on your job, nigga let your nuts hang beeitch
Check it out though
[Chorus: V-12]
These well, theeeeeese
41st side Lake Entertainment
Oh yea, if you come to QB you gonna get...
[Nas]
Yo, foes decompose in their coffins, hoes creepin with bosses
No sleep in my fortress break day thinkin of losses
Taxes and IRS government gangstas
But I'm a scientist in love with big president faces
My residence changes from ghetto to acres
Avoidin jealousy snake shit
Can't afford another felony lake bent drivin them Porsche
Niggaz sayin Nas came through Wit a flyin saucers
With some strange shoes on the tirin flossin
So now they know wanna offer 'em killin stick 'em and cost 'em
Catch him slippin, trippin get 'em for all his fortune
Sup with this Nas hatred, y'all can suck my dick
Got these niggaz wives naked makin them fuck my fist
My mystique have the world froze
My physique got me dressed up in shell toes
In ganga leaf, I inhale slow
I'm from out of town capsule some kind of portal
Spittin these rhyme at you like a martyr
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
You goin to get murdered (murdered, murdered)
You going to get murdered (Why get shot up)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
[Lake]
Sayin old dudes jewel me, now salute me
I've grew more than they ever though I would be
Havin no pops to mourn me, just show me
God didn't plan for another man to control me
You know me from bustin my gun blood
Even up in north my cell smell like Christian Dior
Before I lost my case I had to gain mastered
Been had heart now my papers startin to match it
I stack til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G
And sold 20's while I rap to beast
My wifey beef over my robberies
But they put my man in the "L" still on the armory
Loyal to the heritage, though I put 7 in it
Dudes snaked me, word to Spanky, I never snitch
I put a bullet in your face 'fore I go to Jake
Rule number 1 out here, don't fuck with Lake
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB your goin to get murdered
Your goin to get chopped up, (murdered) boxed up
Your goin to get murdered
If you come to QB your goin to get...
[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Our guns are haunted with the ghost of body
Smoke 'em like we suppose to
Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty
Told you!, Bravehearted we appear when it's on
Light up your block like its day time y'all niggaz be gone
So many niggaz that's be pursuin Nas when they spot me
They be jumpin out of movin cars and landin on my Tims
I tell 'em be careful don't damage the skin
Amateurs cram around wit the hopes to get glance at the end
[Lake]
Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives
I'm wise cuz I realize that sounds is golden
Mourned shorty from cat shacky who wrote to me
Livin through them back then was givin hope to me
I control many, being a flossiest
Most notorious, Queensbridge extortionist
Love my hood no question, I'm gonna rep it
But I'm not just a QB tenant, I'm the president
[Chorus: V-12]
Life's A Bitch (Arsenal Mix) lyrics - Nas (feat. AZ)
[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye.....
"Time's is Illmatic" [x4]
"Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it" [x1]
"You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back
Go out in a blaze of glory if you've got to
Otherwise you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self, y'all"
[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now I think about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time's is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
[Chorus]
Yeah, you know the flavor
Nas & AZ on the remix joint
This is another explosion from the Arsenal
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye.....
"Time's is Illmatic" [x4]
"Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it" [x1]
"You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back
Go out in a blaze of glory if you've got to
Otherwise you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self, y'all"
[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now I think about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time's is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
[Chorus]
Yeah, you know the flavor
Nas & AZ on the remix joint
This is another explosion from the Arsenal
Made Nas Proud lyrics - Nas
I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is haunting
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, let out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel
Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein' nasty nigga
Military had fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up
Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer
But I had appeal, I was a charmer
Yet still bein' my momma's son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin' mad
But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes
And when they joint tank, that's when they point blame
So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures
A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin'
Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin'
That's some advice I never got
If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock
While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say what's on your mind, you can stand the test of time
Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, so you live, rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
So you ain't let Nas down
It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain't let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin' nigga
You ain't let Nas down
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, let out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel
Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein' nasty nigga
Military had fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up
Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer
But I had appeal, I was a charmer
Yet still bein' my momma's son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin' mad
But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes
And when they joint tank, that's when they point blame
So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures
A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin'
Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin'
That's some advice I never got
If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock
While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say what's on your mind, you can stand the test of time
Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, so you live, rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
So you ain't let Nas down
It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain't let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin' nigga
You ain't let Nas down
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end
Made You Look (Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Jadakiss, Ludacris)
[Intro: Jadakiss]
I need it from the top, AHHH!
This is history baby
Commissioner Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha!
God's Son, whattup?
D-Block, whattup?
Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah
Yeah, yo
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
"Made You Look," the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it
And everything is real I see
Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game, it ain't help me
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was
I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van
D-Block
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters, where them dimes at?
[Verse Two: Ludacris]
Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go!
I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons
You should print my information, quote my rhyme
And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
WOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Nas]
Uhh.. uhh..
(BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..)
Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn!
We got 'em scared look
We got 'em scared they runnin
[Verse Three: Nas]
Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blinker, the biscuit, the burner
The heat, the toaster, the twister you meetin your owner
The banger, the hammer, the flamers I aim at the cannons
and can ya, manhandlin ya, you'll be famous like cancer do
And cut, that's the end of your movie
Pretendin you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me
My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green
Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne
Friday the 13th my CD drop, I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
I'm Jason, call up P.D. watch
them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
Ill Will rasta Lake, never revealin his face on
TV or pictures or even them niggaz
Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
[beat scratches out]
WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me
Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P.
Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him we made y'all look
From San Quentin to Riker's Island to.. [fades out]
I need it from the top, AHHH!
This is history baby
Commissioner Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha!
God's Son, whattup?
D-Block, whattup?
Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah
Yeah, yo
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
"Made You Look," the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it
And everything is real I see
Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game, it ain't help me
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was
I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van
D-Block
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters, where them dimes at?
[Verse Two: Ludacris]
Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go!
I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons
You should print my information, quote my rhyme
And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
WOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Nas]
Uhh.. uhh..
(BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..)
Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn!
We got 'em scared look
We got 'em scared they runnin
[Verse Three: Nas]
Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blinker, the biscuit, the burner
The heat, the toaster, the twister you meetin your owner
The banger, the hammer, the flamers I aim at the cannons
and can ya, manhandlin ya, you'll be famous like cancer do
And cut, that's the end of your movie
Pretendin you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me
My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green
Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne
Friday the 13th my CD drop, I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
I'm Jason, call up P.D. watch
them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
Ill Will rasta Lake, never revealin his face on
TV or pictures or even them niggaz
Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
[beat scratches out]
WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me
Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P.
Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him we made y'all look
From San Quentin to Riker's Island to.. [fades out]
March Madness (Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Future)
[Verse 1 - Nas:]
Reflect with radiance
Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as
I'm hip hop baby dad
And all of y'all my litter, my little kids
And my label's Mass Appeal
A blunt, a pill and some liquor
I get to my hitters, they spray your niggas ass
Get money fast, R.I.P. to Che, smell my kilo breath
I spit and I freeze you to death
Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne
Been have the OG respect
Pick the city, I knock four of ya baddest
16 chilling with Supreme Magnetic
Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard
Now I'm in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
[Verse 2 - Nas:]
And we still strapped in case you niggas want status
Still balling, still macking
Niggas ain't a 100, he 60/40
We 50/50, that's automatic
My niggas got open cases
Bitch niggas got watches and bracelets
And cee-lo, I never throw aces
Don't give a fuck about races
Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs
Shout to my niggas who dead
We got the stripes
All I got is my real niggas for life
Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
[Chorus - Future:]
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
Til these niggas start acting
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gone let em have it
Balling like the March Madness
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
Reflect with radiance
Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as
I'm hip hop baby dad
And all of y'all my litter, my little kids
And my label's Mass Appeal
A blunt, a pill and some liquor
I get to my hitters, they spray your niggas ass
Get money fast, R.I.P. to Che, smell my kilo breath
I spit and I freeze you to death
Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne
Been have the OG respect
Pick the city, I knock four of ya baddest
16 chilling with Supreme Magnetic
Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard
Now I'm in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
[Verse 2 - Nas:]
And we still strapped in case you niggas want status
Still balling, still macking
Niggas ain't a 100, he 60/40
We 50/50, that's automatic
My niggas got open cases
Bitch niggas got watches and bracelets
And cee-lo, I never throw aces
Don't give a fuck about races
Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs
Shout to my niggas who dead
We got the stripes
All I got is my real niggas for life
Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
[Chorus - Future:]
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
Til these niggas start acting
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gone let em have it
Balling like the March Madness
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
More Than I Can Say lyrics - Nas (feat. Keyshia Cole)
[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
[Verse 1 - Nas]
Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
The sickness: dreaming of riches
Reality was the cure
My doctor, physician was music, of sure
His prescription was super-models, sandwiches and suicide doors
I used to stand in my mirror
Fixing up my hat right
DMV don’t make licenses for the fast life
Was taught never drop my head when I’m doing right
And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights
I just wanted the whole world to bop their heads
Someone to stop my bread
If my pops was here, he’d be like “son, you the one
They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
Know they don’t understand you, but what can they handle?
If they was in your Gucci loafers, they’d be through, over
So stay on point, do what you do
Soldier: remember I’m with you when the world get colder”
[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
[Verse 2 - Nas]
Keep having the same dream
About a mic, a gun, a cross
They all in the middle of flames
An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain
Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
I ask what it means. It’s sort of a trance
As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands
I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
To study my dreambook, see if it links up
Looking for some significance
Like does the dream represent this cold world I’m living in?
Ask my man, then his laughter begun
He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun
Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
The cross, I had it all my life, the same height
I’m trying to sneak sleep, so that my mom won’t find out
Time out: my body won’t wind down
[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna to put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
I’m tryna put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
[Verse 1 - Nas]
Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
The sickness: dreaming of riches
Reality was the cure
My doctor, physician was music, of sure
His prescription was super-models, sandwiches and suicide doors
I used to stand in my mirror
Fixing up my hat right
DMV don’t make licenses for the fast life
Was taught never drop my head when I’m doing right
And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights
I just wanted the whole world to bop their heads
Someone to stop my bread
If my pops was here, he’d be like “son, you the one
They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
Know they don’t understand you, but what can they handle?
If they was in your Gucci loafers, they’d be through, over
So stay on point, do what you do
Soldier: remember I’m with you when the world get colder”
[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
[Verse 2 - Nas]
Keep having the same dream
About a mic, a gun, a cross
They all in the middle of flames
An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain
Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
I ask what it means. It’s sort of a trance
As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands
I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
To study my dreambook, see if it links up
Looking for some significance
Like does the dream represent this cold world I’m living in?
Ask my man, then his laughter begun
He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun
Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
The cross, I had it all my life, the same height
I’m trying to sneak sleep, so that my mom won’t find out
Time out: my body won’t wind down
[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna to put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say
My Will (Honeymoon Is Over) lyrics - Nas
[Intro: Nas]
Aiyyo whattup niggaz?
Fresh off the honeymoon
The honeymoon's over
Fresh off Vaca (Yea, Yea)
I'm jet-laggin', still jet-laggin'
But this just a preview
Let's get it on again y'all
[Verse 1: Nas]
I designed it - rhymed it - flow classic
You askin' - who am signed with?
The real deal is 'Ill Will', stay scomit
Why's drama when other artists pay homage
You hatin any rapper I do a song with
"What's wrong with Nas helpin' crews get stronger"
You selfish, wantin' me to yourself
But Prophets need help too, y'all see Nas get insulted
I ride for the real shit, High as the Lock's get melted
Twelve Years, givin' you nuttin' but big moments
How can 'Murda Inc' not wanna fuck wit
The top hustler - R.O.C. crusha
Nas a legend 'fore 'BIG & Pac' left us
Bubbled wit 'Dr. Drizze', You heard it on (Makaveli)
Sayin'-> "Nas is ring leader, brings Ether, brings heater"
Your dream teamer scream, "He's the Supreme Teacher"
Similar to anybody you know
Oh, I created, cremated, body that flow
Anyone you think is fuckin' wit me
Better be Vets - better be 'Ra', better be 'Kool G' or 'KRS'
Better be 'LL' or 'Slick' or them
Neva put me in the 'Top Ten' BITCH!
It's disrespect to the life that burnt the verses
Or nigga writes who comes first
It's the 'Ice Cube' 'MC Shan' them type dudes
So B.E.T.'s list was wrong, don't get me wrong
I did chill in the throne alone so long
This is my (My Will)
[Outro: Nas]
Yea, Escobaro Cigars, that's how we doin' it
Aiyo Quan welcome to the game
Shot-out to Ill Will (This is my (My Will))
Bravehearts stand up, whuttup Scarface
Whuttup Tre Williams (This is my (My Will))
Ill Will '05, what y'all know 'bout that?
Queens, Queens I know you miss me
I gotchu, I gotchu Queens, New York stand up
Ahha, I gotchu baby, let's do it again
Aiyyo whattup niggaz?
Fresh off the honeymoon
The honeymoon's over
Fresh off Vaca (Yea, Yea)
I'm jet-laggin', still jet-laggin'
But this just a preview
Let's get it on again y'all
[Verse 1: Nas]
I designed it - rhymed it - flow classic
You askin' - who am signed with?
The real deal is 'Ill Will', stay scomit
Why's drama when other artists pay homage
You hatin any rapper I do a song with
"What's wrong with Nas helpin' crews get stronger"
You selfish, wantin' me to yourself
But Prophets need help too, y'all see Nas get insulted
I ride for the real shit, High as the Lock's get melted
Twelve Years, givin' you nuttin' but big moments
How can 'Murda Inc' not wanna fuck wit
The top hustler - R.O.C. crusha
Nas a legend 'fore 'BIG & Pac' left us
Bubbled wit 'Dr. Drizze', You heard it on (Makaveli)
Sayin'-> "Nas is ring leader, brings Ether, brings heater"
Your dream teamer scream, "He's the Supreme Teacher"
Similar to anybody you know
Oh, I created, cremated, body that flow
Anyone you think is fuckin' wit me
Better be Vets - better be 'Ra', better be 'Kool G' or 'KRS'
Better be 'LL' or 'Slick' or them
Neva put me in the 'Top Ten' BITCH!
It's disrespect to the life that burnt the verses
Or nigga writes who comes first
It's the 'Ice Cube' 'MC Shan' them type dudes
So B.E.T.'s list was wrong, don't get me wrong
I did chill in the throne alone so long
This is my (My Will)
[Outro: Nas]
Yea, Escobaro Cigars, that's how we doin' it
Aiyo Quan welcome to the game
Shot-out to Ill Will (This is my (My Will))
Bravehearts stand up, whuttup Scarface
Whuttup Tre Williams (This is my (My Will))
Ill Will '05, what y'all know 'bout that?
Queens, Queens I know you miss me
I gotchu, I gotchu Queens, New York stand up
Ahha, I gotchu baby, let's do it again
Nas Freestyle lyrics - Nas
Yo Funk Flex
what the fuck is the deli my niggee?
This is Nas in yo area
y'all know the signs, right?
Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers is
who we are, Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers are
who we are, from Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Y'all know this shit right?
We gonna get it right, get high tonight
Funk Flex right? My first tool 22s,
I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels
gold chains, halloween,
we bombed sunday schools
first blunts, cutting class
first wifee had me nothing fast
used to brag about who I had
Always wore a bag on my dick
Pants sagged on my kicks, Converse
Weapons, yellow, and purple magics
Fur had that black shit
shorties jumpin on mattress
97, pockets is fat, rock a soccer cap
Sunday, Yankee hats
God, can he be black, thanks for that
I'm original man, show improve
The mack move right in my hand
Blowdro, murderer, M.O., gone for O
Tinted window, hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco
Heavy metal go achoo, yo bless you
Jail niggas go ta hell quicker
lick you wit that hunting shot
Rockin VVS rocks, stylin, wildin
Peace to Queensbridge housin
congratulate flex, five-hundred thousand
SOLD
Fuckin better than gold, nigga
what the fuck is the deli my niggee?
This is Nas in yo area
y'all know the signs, right?
Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers is
who we are, Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers are
who we are, from Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Y'all know this shit right?
We gonna get it right, get high tonight
Funk Flex right? My first tool 22s,
I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels
gold chains, halloween,
we bombed sunday schools
first blunts, cutting class
first wifee had me nothing fast
used to brag about who I had
Always wore a bag on my dick
Pants sagged on my kicks, Converse
Weapons, yellow, and purple magics
Fur had that black shit
shorties jumpin on mattress
97, pockets is fat, rock a soccer cap
Sunday, Yankee hats
God, can he be black, thanks for that
I'm original man, show improve
The mack move right in my hand
Blowdro, murderer, M.O., gone for O
Tinted window, hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco
Heavy metal go achoo, yo bless you
Jail niggas go ta hell quicker
lick you wit that hunting shot
Rockin VVS rocks, stylin, wildin
Peace to Queensbridge housin
congratulate flex, five-hundred thousand
SOLD
Fuckin better than gold, nigga
Nas' Angels...The Flyest lyrics - Nas (feat. Pharrell)
[from "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" soundtrack]
Word word word word
[Nas]
I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
Check out my jewelry pound in your faces
Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Massicast
Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world
Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
Fallen angel after them halos
Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like intimates
like the brightest, the flyest
[Chorus]
You got to be the flyest
I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
jeans, but you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
you work it like that
[Nas]
Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco
Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
Elbow out the left window, okays on the right
Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, billionaire boys club
Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust
When I hit them full thrust, full throttle
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
To move an eight, every night was my passion
Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
It's at my mind, just a mystery school
Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
Mami hit me with some moves
I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
I been okay with these warmers
Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous
[Chorus]
Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah [x2]
You got to be Nas's Angel
You can be Charlie's Angel
You can be Nas's Angel
Word word word word
[Nas]
I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
Check out my jewelry pound in your faces
Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Massicast
Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world
Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
Fallen angel after them halos
Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like intimates
like the brightest, the flyest
[Chorus]
You got to be the flyest
I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
jeans, but you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
cause you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
you work it like that
[Nas]
Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco
Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
Elbow out the left window, okays on the right
Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, billionaire boys club
Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust
When I hit them full thrust, full throttle
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
To move an eight, every night was my passion
Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
It's at my mind, just a mystery school
Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
Mami hit me with some moves
I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
I been okay with these warmers
Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous
[Chorus]
Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah [x2]
You got to be Nas's Angel
You can be Charlie's Angel
You can be Nas's Angel
Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 1 lyrics - Nas
I landscape madness on plantation
A brief notation, to link quotations
Manuscript of a crypt, transcripts a screen
I narrate the broke scream
You fiend like a dope fiend, 'cause I'm in between your
Blood stream and mean like Idi Amin
Pick up the feather and ink, I plan and think
'Cause my mentality can make man extinct
The drums attack me, drumsticks ask me
To direct my dialect, so it's exactly
Synchronized, I'm a open your eyes
And shake your eyelids so you're now surprised
Nasty Nas conducts a raw note
My vocal chords can repel a sore throat
My domain is like Dracula's castle
Rhyme's are psychic, brain cells I hassle
I provoke your instinct not to think
Enter your brain and drain, till your mind is blank
My microphone... is on
And that's my word is bond!
A brief notation, to link quotations
Manuscript of a crypt, transcripts a screen
I narrate the broke scream
You fiend like a dope fiend, 'cause I'm in between your
Blood stream and mean like Idi Amin
Pick up the feather and ink, I plan and think
'Cause my mentality can make man extinct
The drums attack me, drumsticks ask me
To direct my dialect, so it's exactly
Synchronized, I'm a open your eyes
And shake your eyelids so you're now surprised
Nasty Nas conducts a raw note
My vocal chords can repel a sore throat
My domain is like Dracula's castle
Rhyme's are psychic, brain cells I hassle
I provoke your instinct not to think
Enter your brain and drain, till your mind is blank
My microphone... is on
And that's my word is bond!
Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2 lyrics - Nas
[Verse 1:]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
It's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll...
Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll
Straight out of the Bridge
[Verse 2:]
It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners
Yo... You beta get it on time kid...
Star razor under my tongue... and near my gums
When I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you cock your glocc back
Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
Cause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G
I walk around mega hard, like wateva God...
You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred
I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks
And posers that I'm smoking with
Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless
I leave your brain stuck
Giving hoes a plain fuck
They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...
Lefted struck, now whose next up...
I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word Up
A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing...
No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King
I slaughter... drinking head rock...
Fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder
To all the scramblers, be careful
Goin hand in, hand
Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
It's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll...
Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll
Straight out of the Bridge
[Verse 2:]
It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners
Yo... You beta get it on time kid...
Star razor under my tongue... and near my gums
When I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you cock your glocc back
Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
Cause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G
I walk around mega hard, like wateva God...
You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred
I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks
And posers that I'm smoking with
Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless
I leave your brain stuck
Giving hoes a plain fuck
They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...
Lefted struck, now whose next up...
I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word Up
A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing...
No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King
I slaughter... drinking head rock...
Fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder
To all the scramblers, be careful
Goin hand in, hand
Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother
Never Gonna Give It Up lyrics - Nas (feat. Boyz II Men)
[Nas talking:]
Man, we love you man, you hear me?
This is coming from the General man, Nas man
Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya niggaz
Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves famous
Whether you shouting me out on your records
Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...?
You know... you know how you dick riding man? This goes out to ya
Cause we love you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man
But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you
Hey yo, word up
It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more
Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?
Nigga see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that shit
Niggaz thinking nigga chilling
Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit
But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo
[Chorus: Nas with Boyz II Men]
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby
[Verse 1:]
Uhh... I got the mansion and the nice ride
Platinum chain, and an ice watch
All this fame in my life's hard
I entertain, been so many places, see so many different faces
They look the same from the stages
After the concert, hours of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my lungs hurt
Even thought now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling doing wrong
I brought the crew along, we thuggin
Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them
Can't even role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is weak
On trial, what I'ma tell the judge
He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor the jury
That's when I need celeb status and the blackness
This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life
[Chorus: with changes]
[Verse 2:]
My girl hate when I'm with my boys, think I'm cheating
Every morning knocking at my door state policeman
Give him a reason, but I don't give it to him
They said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I cooperate until they push me
Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake
Can't explain how much I miss the block
When we was slinging with my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile
Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear
I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west"
And he told me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is just made, another album
So ones again we getting paid, and now we wilding
Get hype to shoot the video, all in the city yo
I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me thought
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Uhh...the haters say I ain't shit
Hope I fall, but I can't slip
Got to ball, got to bank chips
Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to nothing
Catch my moms on the bench fronting
I got to stay awake, got to pray today
Glad I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say
So many times I ain't wanna rhyme
Wanted a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time
Uhh...so many problems too, do what I got to do
As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!"
I keep laying hits, one is never quits
Plus if I stop, how will I stay legit?
[Chorus]
Man, we love you man, you hear me?
This is coming from the General man, Nas man
Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya niggaz
Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves famous
Whether you shouting me out on your records
Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...?
You know... you know how you dick riding man? This goes out to ya
Cause we love you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man
But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you
Hey yo, word up
It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more
Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?
Nigga see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that shit
Niggaz thinking nigga chilling
Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit
But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo
[Chorus: Nas with Boyz II Men]
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby
[Verse 1:]
Uhh... I got the mansion and the nice ride
Platinum chain, and an ice watch
All this fame in my life's hard
I entertain, been so many places, see so many different faces
They look the same from the stages
After the concert, hours of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my lungs hurt
Even thought now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling doing wrong
I brought the crew along, we thuggin
Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them
Can't even role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is weak
On trial, what I'ma tell the judge
He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor the jury
That's when I need celeb status and the blackness
This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life
[Chorus: with changes]
[Verse 2:]
My girl hate when I'm with my boys, think I'm cheating
Every morning knocking at my door state policeman
Give him a reason, but I don't give it to him
They said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I cooperate until they push me
Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake
Can't explain how much I miss the block
When we was slinging with my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile
Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear
I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west"
And he told me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is just made, another album
So ones again we getting paid, and now we wilding
Get hype to shoot the video, all in the city yo
I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me thought
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Uhh...the haters say I ain't shit
Hope I fall, but I can't slip
Got to ball, got to bank chips
Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to nothing
Catch my moms on the bench fronting
I got to stay awake, got to pray today
Glad I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say
So many times I ain't wanna rhyme
Wanted a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time
Uhh...so many problems too, do what I got to do
As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!"
I keep laying hits, one is never quits
Plus if I stop, how will I stay legit?
[Chorus]
On The Road Again lyrics - Nas
(originally by Jack White)
I wouldn't marry a black woman here's the reason why
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot)
She never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I went to my window, my window was propped
I went to my door, my door was locked
I stepped right back, I shook my head
A big black nigga's in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the glass
I never seen a little nigga run so fast
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
God, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Your friend at your house just to rest his hat
Next thing he wanna know where your husband's at
She says "I don't know he's on his way to the pen"
Come on mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I'm with my black woman let me tell you
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot)
She never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Yeah!
Uh-huh
Yeah
I wouldn't marry a black woman here's the reason why
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot)
She never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I went to my window, my window was propped
I went to my door, my door was locked
I stepped right back, I shook my head
A big black nigga's in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the glass
I never seen a little nigga run so fast
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
God, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Your friend at your house just to rest his hat
Next thing he wanna know where your husband's at
She says "I don't know he's on his way to the pen"
Come on mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
He's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
I'm with my black woman let me tell you
(Why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly
(No)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
(Hot)
She never put the neck bone in the pot
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(She's on the road again)
She's on the road again
(Just as sure as you're born)
Lord, a natural-born eastman
(On the road again)
Yeah!
Uh-huh
Yeah
One Love (LG Main Mix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Ken Staton, Sadat X, Q-Tip)
[Opening Skit: Ken Staton, Sadat X, Q-Tip]
Word is bond! you got six millions on that jack hero, this shit is real
Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo, aiyyo check this shit out, man
Aiyyo God, give me a cigarette man!
Yo! here you go, here you go, here you go, Come On!!
Check it out man, check out what I got here, man
You know I got to check this, what is that?!
Yo, this some letter I've got from my man Nas, man ~ Word is Bond!
What it said, kid?!
[Verse 1: Nas]
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came, you shouldn't slid into my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back, it's done
Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flipping, talking about he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffing, while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, Shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerrome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry Nines
And night time there's more tripe than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say What's Up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove
[Chorus: X2]
[Q-Tip] One what?
[Nas] One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love means keeping it Real
[Verse 2: Nas]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York, the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting something
Word to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your glock
And now they run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets, I'ma put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga with an ox for the phone piece
Wilding on the Island, but now with Elmira
Better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom Dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buckwilding in Four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time flies, though incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries
It kinda makes me wanna murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love
[Chorus: X2]
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love means keeping it Real
[Verse 3: Nas]
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world, thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hitting L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the Nine at home
You see the streets have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners, have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or H.D.M., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum State Pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called them Oowops
He said, "Nas, niggaz could be busting off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black treys-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chilling on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an L when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted, he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
Cause when the pistol blows the ones that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go Cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake Shorty, what one love
[Chorus: X2]
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Outro: Ken Staton]
Uhhhh.. One Love means keeping it Real
All of the brothers that left up down, keep that One love
For the brothers out in the East, keep that One love
For all the brothers Uptown, keep that One love
For all the brothers in jail, keep that One love
One Love means keeping it Real!
Word is bond! you got six millions on that jack hero, this shit is real
Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo, aiyyo check this shit out, man
Aiyyo God, give me a cigarette man!
Yo! here you go, here you go, here you go, Come On!!
Check it out man, check out what I got here, man
You know I got to check this, what is that?!
Yo, this some letter I've got from my man Nas, man ~ Word is Bond!
What it said, kid?!
[Verse 1: Nas]
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came, you shouldn't slid into my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back, it's done
Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flipping, talking about he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffing, while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, Shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerrome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry Nines
And night time there's more tripe than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say What's Up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove
[Chorus: X2]
[Q-Tip] One what?
[Nas] One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love means keeping it Real
[Verse 2: Nas]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York, the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting something
Word to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your glock
And now they run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets, I'ma put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga with an ox for the phone piece
Wilding on the Island, but now with Elmira
Better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom Dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buckwilding in Four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time flies, though incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries
It kinda makes me wanna murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love
[Chorus: X2]
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love means keeping it Real
[Verse 3: Nas]
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world, thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hitting L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the Nine at home
You see the streets have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners, have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or H.D.M., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum State Pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called them Oowops
He said, "Nas, niggaz could be busting off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black treys-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chilling on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an L when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted, he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
Cause when the pistol blows the ones that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go Cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake Shorty, what one love
[Chorus: X2]
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Ken-S] One Love, One Love
[Q-Tip] One Love, One Love
[Outro: Ken Staton]
Uhhhh.. One Love means keeping it Real
All of the brothers that left up down, keep that One love
For the brothers out in the East, keep that One love
For all the brothers Uptown, keep that One love
For all the brothers in jail, keep that One love
One Love means keeping it Real!
One Mic (Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Brainpower)
[Nas & (Brainpower): speaking]
turn my headphones up, nothing gon' stop me now
(uhu, Nas ... Brainpower)
i'm here baby, we here!
it's yo' world ..
[Brainpower: gradually getting louder]
Dit is voor al m'n peeps en fans
En hersenders die verder kijken dan de pers
De kudde meningsvorming, de herder dit verse
Hoe hevtiger de stress, des te verder de levensles -
Zich ontwikkeld, des te verder het besef
Wat moet je zonder liefde beginnen, misgeliefde beminnend
In 't diepste van binnen, met omin liefde verzinnen
Vertaal me tranen in leven, in lyrics zwevend
Woorden banen zich snelwegen in de geest, met lanen en stegen
Binnen in haalt m'n hart z'n weg, naar m'n vingers
Kan het niet echter verzinnen
Hand op m'n pen, en m'n tekst kan beginnen
Sirenes wennend zwaar in m'n brain
Van jaren lang een vreemde eend, tot een maand op nummer één
En flashbacks van m'n jongenskamer, jaren alleen
De dood van geliefde, [gun shot] en viel m'n tranen in een
Je breekt daar, wat wou je nou
Als je verder gaat en denkt.. na
Hou jij van jouw, als je nergens staat
Een weg met lege praat, ga niet voor geld of de bedels
Ben me bewust van deze verse, dus benut elke regel
Je hoort de Brain omdat je puur wou
Voor iedereen, van Nederland tot Kaap-Verdië, Aruba, Bonera, Curacao
Suriname, Turkije, ..., Marokko em Vlaanderen
Afrika tot Aziatische wijken, Zuid-Amerika, Europa
USA en wereldwijd, m'n wereld blijft in één vibe
Naast de Brain in 1 Mic!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic) yeah, uhu
[Nas: gradually getting louder]
All I need is one cub, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, touch alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three [shots]
from (twin glocks) there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my duns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never get caught up, pain go through the innocent
Nothin is fair, brothers roll up, (shootin) from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let it all slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of (macs), too many (nines)
If y'all people really wit me get busy load up the (semis)
Do more than just hold it explode the (clip) until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
(Led) flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE DUDES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY PEOPLE THE TIME IS NOW!!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic) yeah, uhu
[Brainpower: gradually getting louder]
Alleen in boeken verstraten
Lees je boeken, luister je blaten
Hoor politici weer oefenloos praten
Voel je verlaten, en moet dan wel wraken
Het goede verlaten, plaatsmakend voor woede -
Door haten en voel je gelaten
Wie gooid er roet in zaken
Wie blijft er vloeken en praten
Wie heeft het goed en wie flaat het
Wie is bedroefd en wie schaad het
Wie hoest er - wie gaapt er
Wie broest er - wie slaapt er
Wie doet er zoveel namaak
Wie bloed er, wie haperd
Zoveel vragen in een wereld
Banger en enger, en ben met verlangen verstrengeld
Op de klank van merengue
En voor speciale personen voel ik diepe liefde, die prachtig is
MC ik niet voor niets, verdieper dan in een alchemist
FUCK een diss! pak is, ik rock op shit
Ik rock een diss, veel te lang ingeslikt
To m'n ziel naar adem snakkend is
Alleen vrede in m'n geest
Op stage met die ene mic
Wreed en hight, tekeer gaand als een vreselijk beest
Schreeuw et uit! verschil moet er zijn
Tyfus voor non-believers
Laat je niks wijs maken, peeps, en ga voor wat je lief is
En je hoeft niet te doen alsof, die shit is jezelf
En zoek maar waar je wilt, echt waar maar het zit in jezelf!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic)
[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick stuff, my name is political
Wonder what my secrets is, enemies'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late; I'm mad done, I'm blastin cause I'm a cool brother
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you brothers
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, (cop) would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, people throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Women left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these brothers real
Heard 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
[Nas: whispering again]
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, cash
All I need is one mic.. the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world
turn my headphones up, nothing gon' stop me now
(uhu, Nas ... Brainpower)
i'm here baby, we here!
it's yo' world ..
[Brainpower: gradually getting louder]
Dit is voor al m'n peeps en fans
En hersenders die verder kijken dan de pers
De kudde meningsvorming, de herder dit verse
Hoe hevtiger de stress, des te verder de levensles -
Zich ontwikkeld, des te verder het besef
Wat moet je zonder liefde beginnen, misgeliefde beminnend
In 't diepste van binnen, met omin liefde verzinnen
Vertaal me tranen in leven, in lyrics zwevend
Woorden banen zich snelwegen in de geest, met lanen en stegen
Binnen in haalt m'n hart z'n weg, naar m'n vingers
Kan het niet echter verzinnen
Hand op m'n pen, en m'n tekst kan beginnen
Sirenes wennend zwaar in m'n brain
Van jaren lang een vreemde eend, tot een maand op nummer één
En flashbacks van m'n jongenskamer, jaren alleen
De dood van geliefde, [gun shot] en viel m'n tranen in een
Je breekt daar, wat wou je nou
Als je verder gaat en denkt.. na
Hou jij van jouw, als je nergens staat
Een weg met lege praat, ga niet voor geld of de bedels
Ben me bewust van deze verse, dus benut elke regel
Je hoort de Brain omdat je puur wou
Voor iedereen, van Nederland tot Kaap-Verdië, Aruba, Bonera, Curacao
Suriname, Turkije, ..., Marokko em Vlaanderen
Afrika tot Aziatische wijken, Zuid-Amerika, Europa
USA en wereldwijd, m'n wereld blijft in één vibe
Naast de Brain in 1 Mic!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic) yeah, uhu
[Nas: gradually getting louder]
All I need is one cub, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, touch alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three [shots]
from (twin glocks) there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my duns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never get caught up, pain go through the innocent
Nothin is fair, brothers roll up, (shootin) from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let it all slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of (macs), too many (nines)
If y'all people really wit me get busy load up the (semis)
Do more than just hold it explode the (clip) until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
(Led) flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE DUDES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY PEOPLE THE TIME IS NOW!!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic) yeah, uhu
[Brainpower: gradually getting louder]
Alleen in boeken verstraten
Lees je boeken, luister je blaten
Hoor politici weer oefenloos praten
Voel je verlaten, en moet dan wel wraken
Het goede verlaten, plaatsmakend voor woede -
Door haten en voel je gelaten
Wie gooid er roet in zaken
Wie blijft er vloeken en praten
Wie heeft het goed en wie flaat het
Wie is bedroefd en wie schaad het
Wie hoest er - wie gaapt er
Wie broest er - wie slaapt er
Wie doet er zoveel namaak
Wie bloed er, wie haperd
Zoveel vragen in een wereld
Banger en enger, en ben met verlangen verstrengeld
Op de klank van merengue
En voor speciale personen voel ik diepe liefde, die prachtig is
MC ik niet voor niets, verdieper dan in een alchemist
FUCK een diss! pak is, ik rock op shit
Ik rock een diss, veel te lang ingeslikt
To m'n ziel naar adem snakkend is
Alleen vrede in m'n geest
Op stage met die ene mic
Wreed en hight, tekeer gaand als een vreselijk beest
Schreeuw et uit! verschil moet er zijn
Tyfus voor non-believers
Laat je niks wijs maken, peeps, en ga voor wat je lief is
En je hoeft niet te doen alsof, die shit is jezelf
En zoek maar waar je wilt, echt waar maar het zit in jezelf!
[Nas & (Brainpower): whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister)
All I need is one mic.. (1, mic)
All I need is one mic.. (kom, kijk, en luister) all I need
All I need is one mic.. (1 mic)
[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick stuff, my name is political
Wonder what my secrets is, enemies'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late; I'm mad done, I'm blastin cause I'm a cool brother
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you brothers
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, (cop) would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, people throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Women left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these brothers real
Heard 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
[Nas: whispering again]
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, cash
All I need is one mic.. the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world
One Never Knows lyrics - Nas (feat. Lake)
[NAS]
In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and cant cope
Niggas on my dick beef don't stop
Niggas asking what happed to the Firm
Did you and AZ bone Fox? No
How was it working with Dre though?
Heard you was fucking Lil Kim and Mary J, Whoa , the list goes on
There is rumors that Brandy broke my heart
The world want to know what's in the life of the prettiest Don
Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's?
Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of
Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life
Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife
It's true, me and 2 PAC once steped to each other
Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers
As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard
What your hearing is a replica
I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses
Double edges playing both sides of the fences
[Chorus: Nas & Lake]
Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
One never knows do one
The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
One never knows do one
The stuff that I've done what I've become
One never knows do one
Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
One never knows...
[LAKE]
The streets say what up wit Lake, not showin his face
And did he really shoot at the Jake's?
When he just came home, and dude shot at Capone, for his necklace
Why was Lake name mentioned?
Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
Who's writing his rhymes? He is
Do he be with Kingpin like Delson and Jesus, What was he thinking?
On Revolutionary Warfare when he said, He's a modern day Hitler
Did he shoot more niggas, Than every dude in QueensBridge?
Why his last case made the daily news in June?
Do he have the strength to unify heads from BX to Harlem?
Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects?
Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off
[Chorus]
[NAS & LAKE]
[N] A yo these niggas don't understand me
[N] There's going to be a murder my reason insanity
[N] The acts in the involvement with a homicide Nas
[N] Who did you shoot at the time when you could've got robbed?
[N] Do you call yourself a prophet of God?
[N] Did your hood set fire to your car in your project's in '95'?
[N] Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
[N] Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
[L] Yo, what happened to Puffy and Steve Stoute?
[L] Why did they scuffle with champane bottles smashing, what was it about?
[N] My video nailed to the cross
[N] Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
[L] They ask everyday on my block
[L] How did I survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why Nas
[L] Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions?
[N] Cause Esco's weak I start a new line a ILL one
[Chorus]
In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke
Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and cant cope
Niggas on my dick beef don't stop
Niggas asking what happed to the Firm
Did you and AZ bone Fox? No
How was it working with Dre though?
Heard you was fucking Lil Kim and Mary J, Whoa , the list goes on
There is rumors that Brandy broke my heart
The world want to know what's in the life of the prettiest Don
Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's?
Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of
Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life
Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife
It's true, me and 2 PAC once steped to each other
Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers
As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard
What your hearing is a replica
I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses
Double edges playing both sides of the fences
[Chorus: Nas & Lake]
Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
One never knows do one
The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
One never knows do one
The stuff that I've done what I've become
One never knows do one
Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what?
One never knows...
[LAKE]
The streets say what up wit Lake, not showin his face
And did he really shoot at the Jake's?
When he just came home, and dude shot at Capone, for his necklace
Why was Lake name mentioned?
Was he reppin on the island taking phone time?
Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"?
Who's writing his rhymes? He is
Do he be with Kingpin like Delson and Jesus, What was he thinking?
On Revolutionary Warfare when he said, He's a modern day Hitler
Did he shoot more niggas, Than every dude in QueensBridge?
Why his last case made the daily news in June?
Do he have the strength to unify heads from BX to Harlem?
Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects?
Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off
[Chorus]
[NAS & LAKE]
[N] A yo these niggas don't understand me
[N] There's going to be a murder my reason insanity
[N] The acts in the involvement with a homicide Nas
[N] Who did you shoot at the time when you could've got robbed?
[N] Do you call yourself a prophet of God?
[N] Did your hood set fire to your car in your project's in '95'?
[N] Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
[N] Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
[L] Yo, what happened to Puffy and Steve Stoute?
[L] Why did they scuffle with champane bottles smashing, what was it about?
[N] My video nailed to the cross
[N] Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
[L] They ask everyday on my block
[L] How did I survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why Nas
[L] Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions?
[N] Cause Esco's weak I start a new line a ILL one
[Chorus]
One On One lyrics - Nas
[from "Street Fighter" soundtrack]
[Verse One:]
In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it
Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off (come on dunn, don't even come at me like that)
(dunn, come on dunn)
[Chorus:]
Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son
[Verse Two:]
Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool
[Chorus:]
Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one
Yeah, take it to the bridge - Queensbridge
Yo whassup money? (Yo yo do you remember this face?)
(Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these)
[sounds of brawl] (Break you down! Get broke!)
(No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands)
[Verse Three:]
I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...
Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? (Yeah I saw that, I saw that)
You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight
[Verse One:]
In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it
Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off (come on dunn, don't even come at me like that)
(dunn, come on dunn)
[Chorus:]
Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son
[Verse Two:]
Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool
[Chorus:]
Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one
Yeah, take it to the bridge - Queensbridge
Yo whassup money? (Yo yo do you remember this face?)
(Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these)
[sounds of brawl] (Break you down! Get broke!)
(No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands)
[Verse Three:]
I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...
Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? (Yeah I saw that, I saw that)
You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight
Oochie Wally (Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. Braveheart's)
[1 - the original version appears on the "QB's Finest" compilation]
[2 - the version here appears in the video, and on a DJ Clue mixtape]
[Intro: Ladies]
Oh yeah mutha fucka that's that shit
Oh come on
[Nas]
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally
He really really work my body
He really really turned me out
He really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout
He really taught me how to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love thug and gangsta style
[Nas]
Yo we got chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they leaving till 6 in the morning
Always for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many hoes in the bankroll
Sort of like like the game show
Who wants to be a millionaire
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, and boldly,
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there go jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonite
Grantee we going up in there rib tonite
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang
[Naish]
Yeah what up ma,
take a look, you hypnotized
on how my long dick stretch your insides
for real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs
stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
bust three times throw her the peace sign
she sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta call her for weeks
Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches
Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin
Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin
That's how I'm playin - I got these freak fuckin hoes singin
[chorus]
[Jungle]
Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ring
Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and
grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin like she dyin
Make her come four times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be a brave girl, do your thang
Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin
[chorus]
[Horse]
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Aint no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in my dick
When Flex drop the bomb i bust a nut on this bitch
Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes
Who like the way i thug and the way i flow
I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot
Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on
Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on
I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone
Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the song
[2nd chorus till the end]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally
[2 - the version here appears in the video, and on a DJ Clue mixtape]
[Intro: Ladies]
Oh yeah mutha fucka that's that shit
Oh come on
[Nas]
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang,
oo-chie wally wally
He really really work my body
He really really turned me out
He really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout
He really taught me how to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love thug and gangsta style
[Nas]
Yo we got chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they leaving till 6 in the morning
Always for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many hoes in the bankroll
Sort of like like the game show
Who wants to be a millionaire
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, and boldly,
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there go jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonite
Grantee we going up in there rib tonite
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang
[Naish]
Yeah what up ma,
take a look, you hypnotized
on how my long dick stretch your insides
for real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs
stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
bust three times throw her the peace sign
she sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta call her for weeks
Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches
Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin
Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin
That's how I'm playin - I got these freak fuckin hoes singin
[chorus]
[Jungle]
Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ring
Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and
grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin like she dyin
Make her come four times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be a brave girl, do your thang
Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin
[chorus]
[Horse]
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Aint no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in my dick
When Flex drop the bomb i bust a nut on this bitch
Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes
Who like the way i thug and the way i flow
I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot
Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on
Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on
I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone
Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the song
[2nd chorus till the end]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally
Peace God lyrics - Nas
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
But they small as a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
You screaming like you love war
[Chorus 2x:]
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light year far your mouth get all white
When I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
[Chorus]
I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
War plus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back on the block what
Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
Their own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a mental game intimidation
Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggas with acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
[Chorus]
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
But they small as a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
You screaming like you love war
[Chorus 2x:]
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
Niggas get flashier houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light year far your mouth get all white
When I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
[Chorus]
I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
War plus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back on the block what
Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high
Their own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a mental game intimidation
Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggas with acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
[Chorus]
Power, Paper & Pussy lyrics - Nas
Ayo I hit the Earth like a comet, Invasion
Nas is like the afrocentric asian
Right here with the amazing Green Lantern
Serious radio, y'all know what it is
Nas too real, Nas true king
You know the king
Cars with police radars on highways bopping
Ballpen therapy, cell block dodging
Pissy stairways, miss them days not
When they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be pop locking train hopping
Face covered in stocking
6 pack bud drinking gambler
Fuck the camera's in front of the man sing hustla's mantra
The hands of luck
More hits than gamble & huff
Or holland & dozier 40 belows cover the toes I was a soldier
With the pop eye sipping the malta
Nigga honestly I call this a culture
My sisters a snake
My brothers a vulture
My mothers the block my fathers a ghetto piranha
Swimming with sharks my tone is falsetto drama, Obama
If the kids mirror you, we'll all push Maserati's with the silver u
They fear that connection,
I'd rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
We don't give a fuck, nigga gangsta is gangsta
Bricks come with Bill Clintons name on it, taped up
Hollywood Lohan parties, people they face numb
Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
Know some hood girls who did time could take them
Rappers changing families
Fags are all lost, I'm at the Waldorf
Van Cleef under the sleeve, save your smalltalk
I feel alive, new Porsche's Jordan number 5's
Already said I'm the last real nigga alive
Nas, let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Turn my voice up
Let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Invasion!
Nas is like the afrocentric asian
Right here with the amazing Green Lantern
Serious radio, y'all know what it is
Nas too real, Nas true king
You know the king
Cars with police radars on highways bopping
Ballpen therapy, cell block dodging
Pissy stairways, miss them days not
When they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be pop locking train hopping
Face covered in stocking
6 pack bud drinking gambler
Fuck the camera's in front of the man sing hustla's mantra
The hands of luck
More hits than gamble & huff
Or holland & dozier 40 belows cover the toes I was a soldier
With the pop eye sipping the malta
Nigga honestly I call this a culture
My sisters a snake
My brothers a vulture
My mothers the block my fathers a ghetto piranha
Swimming with sharks my tone is falsetto drama, Obama
If the kids mirror you, we'll all push Maserati's with the silver u
They fear that connection,
I'd rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
We don't give a fuck, nigga gangsta is gangsta
Bricks come with Bill Clintons name on it, taped up
Hollywood Lohan parties, people they face numb
Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
Know some hood girls who did time could take them
Rappers changing families
Fags are all lost, I'm at the Waldorf
Van Cleef under the sleeve, save your smalltalk
I feel alive, new Porsche's Jordan number 5's
Already said I'm the last real nigga alive
Nas, let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Turn my voice up
Let my words guide you
From crips to piru this is survival
Invasion!
Pray lyrics - Nas (feat. Bravehearts)
[Nas]
"What we need to be thinkin' about is the future!
We don't know what's in store tomorrow!
All we can do is just guess! We want the best for tomorrow;
for our family, for our children, for our future
but if we don't get up andact like we want it,
we gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray!
You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray!
Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today?
Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here?
Somebody prayin' for you, nigga!"
[Horse]
I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end
Facin' life with no parol and consecut' sentencin'
Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin',
your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin'
Loyal ladies usual, a D-and A's the mutual
Scared to face the light of a courtroom site
Racist cops on each side 'cause the know I just might
make a break for the door but I give it my all
If I die in this struggle, give my momma a call
'cause she always left these jewels: what goes up must fall
Since I fell dead broke, landed in jail
Refused to face the facts, how wifey skipped to town with the bail
I'm on my own now, V8, far away from home now
Palmer wealth state, the law changes each date
Secret inditements got me knocked, there ain't no price I can pay
to get me the fuck up out this shit, so to Allah I pray
for forgiveness - Yes, I sinned and I need to be held
and jail ain't no place a black man wanna be killed
Amen
I only pray when shit is fucked up!
I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
I only pray when I'm in mothafuckin' handcuffs!
Callin' out for someone, somewhere!
Is there anybody out there?
[Wiz]
I look up at the sky, why do young niggas die?
Felt the stray hit me, somebody stay with me
Fallin' to the ground with the sound of a four-pound near me
Bitches screamin', wish I was dreamin'
I fought a thousand gun fights, near one bullet skipped me
on the morning run to get my little sisters Rice Krispies
Played the numbers knowin' that I got my lucky dice wit' me
See some niggas I know I can roll - Uh, uh!
Get them bitches, left all of them broke, left what they smoke
Hoes yellin', 'Watch ya back!'
But before I could turn around, before I could I react,
blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now?
Is this blood that I feel as I fell to the ground?
Feel like a head shot but maybe just grazed my temple
Niggas diggin' in my pockets, sayin' I just rolled a pimple
Yo, my mouth was movin' but it was nothin' I was sayin'
Only if they knew deep inside my mind, I was prayin'
Amen
I only pray when shit is fucked up!
I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
I only pray when I need his help the most, what?!
Callin' out to someone, somewhere!
Yo, is anybody out there?
[Jungle]
Ain't nothin' stoppin' me - Untouchable - Hoes, I fucked a few
Style like The Greatest, Ali - Check what the knuckle do
Rock bubblegoose to mink, big links,
yellow ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think?
Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded
Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target
I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin', I'm ridin'
I be gunnin', y'all be duckin' and divin'
when I come through buckin' this four-fivin'
Revenge you sayin' you gettin'
but shit is gettin' too wild, this lifestyle of sprayin' weapons
so I check out the preacher - Life is off the meter
Thoughts of homicide, tryin' to dodge the reaper
Confessions in a church 'cause it hurts, behind a curtain
Nigga talkin' to me, but I ain't certain
Voice sound familiar so I pulled the shade back
It was this stupid nigga that I popped way back
He set me up, he just got to the preist
I tried to reach but he had his heat pointed my way
and said, 'Pray'
[Nas]
"You've got to pray, huh! I mean pray, pray,
and when you pray, you got to look up to the lord, huh!
You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh!
You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store, huh!
You got to pray for that man on the corner! He know he doin' wrong,
but somebody gotta pray for him, huh! You know we doin' wrong,
but we gotta pray for ourselves! You know we are headin'
to this new millennium, goddamnit! They say a comet is comin'
to this world by the year two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you
to pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself
and, and, and beg for forgiveness 'cause it comes back to you!
A man told me that while he was in jail, all he did was pray.
All he did was stay in his jail cell and pray to God..."
"What we need to be thinkin' about is the future!
We don't know what's in store tomorrow!
All we can do is just guess! We want the best for tomorrow;
for our family, for our children, for our future
but if we don't get up andact like we want it,
we gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray!
You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray!
Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today?
Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here?
Somebody prayin' for you, nigga!"
[Horse]
I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end
Facin' life with no parol and consecut' sentencin'
Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin',
your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin'
Loyal ladies usual, a D-and A's the mutual
Scared to face the light of a courtroom site
Racist cops on each side 'cause the know I just might
make a break for the door but I give it my all
If I die in this struggle, give my momma a call
'cause she always left these jewels: what goes up must fall
Since I fell dead broke, landed in jail
Refused to face the facts, how wifey skipped to town with the bail
I'm on my own now, V8, far away from home now
Palmer wealth state, the law changes each date
Secret inditements got me knocked, there ain't no price I can pay
to get me the fuck up out this shit, so to Allah I pray
for forgiveness - Yes, I sinned and I need to be held
and jail ain't no place a black man wanna be killed
Amen
I only pray when shit is fucked up!
I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
I only pray when I'm in mothafuckin' handcuffs!
Callin' out for someone, somewhere!
Is there anybody out there?
[Wiz]
I look up at the sky, why do young niggas die?
Felt the stray hit me, somebody stay with me
Fallin' to the ground with the sound of a four-pound near me
Bitches screamin', wish I was dreamin'
I fought a thousand gun fights, near one bullet skipped me
on the morning run to get my little sisters Rice Krispies
Played the numbers knowin' that I got my lucky dice wit' me
See some niggas I know I can roll - Uh, uh!
Get them bitches, left all of them broke, left what they smoke
Hoes yellin', 'Watch ya back!'
But before I could turn around, before I could I react,
blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now?
Is this blood that I feel as I fell to the ground?
Feel like a head shot but maybe just grazed my temple
Niggas diggin' in my pockets, sayin' I just rolled a pimple
Yo, my mouth was movin' but it was nothin' I was sayin'
Only if they knew deep inside my mind, I was prayin'
Amen
I only pray when shit is fucked up!
I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck!
I only pray when I need his help the most, what?!
Callin' out to someone, somewhere!
Yo, is anybody out there?
[Jungle]
Ain't nothin' stoppin' me - Untouchable - Hoes, I fucked a few
Style like The Greatest, Ali - Check what the knuckle do
Rock bubblegoose to mink, big links,
yellow ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think?
Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded
Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target
I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin', I'm ridin'
I be gunnin', y'all be duckin' and divin'
when I come through buckin' this four-fivin'
Revenge you sayin' you gettin'
but shit is gettin' too wild, this lifestyle of sprayin' weapons
so I check out the preacher - Life is off the meter
Thoughts of homicide, tryin' to dodge the reaper
Confessions in a church 'cause it hurts, behind a curtain
Nigga talkin' to me, but I ain't certain
Voice sound familiar so I pulled the shade back
It was this stupid nigga that I popped way back
He set me up, he just got to the preist
I tried to reach but he had his heat pointed my way
and said, 'Pray'
[Nas]
"You've got to pray, huh! I mean pray, pray,
and when you pray, you got to look up to the lord, huh!
You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh!
You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store, huh!
You got to pray for that man on the corner! He know he doin' wrong,
but somebody gotta pray for him, huh! You know we doin' wrong,
but we gotta pray for ourselves! You know we are headin'
to this new millennium, goddamnit! They say a comet is comin'
to this world by the year two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you
to pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself
and, and, and beg for forgiveness 'cause it comes back to you!
A man told me that while he was in jail, all he did was pray.
All he did was stay in his jail cell and pray to God..."
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