Apostles lyrics - Fashawn, Nas & Ezri
Statik Selektah
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Filthy American nightmare, dirty, we don't fight fair
I'm talkin' old money with white hairs
Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs
My name alone strike fears
To the throne, I'm an heir, debonair
Everywhere I'm posted, king like clovers
Natural, not a novice, if you haven't noticed
Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it
Ever since I went corporate, niggas wonder where the coke went
I'll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash
Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had
Veteran swag, all I'm inhaling is gas
Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro
Goon, spent the afternoon with a batch of coons, passin' shrooms
Back and forth in a padded room
Insanity I embrace
Bought a new suit for the case
Plenty loot in the safe
Y'all don't hear me though
A king is often alone, even in a crowded home
He silent, let it be known
He trust nobody, not family or friends
You'd be surprised on what he relies on
Consequences of men
Who realize warmheartedness could soon betray you
It prove fatal
And soon NATO will not protect us
Who got elected? A true traitor to our respected republic
Sleep if you want, fuck it
Be my guest, sleep like an anesthesiologist put you to rest
I don't show up to events, had to grow up in the 'jects
What you expect? Execs in the game, I ain't respect
I ain't do dinners with labelheads
I knew some niggas that stayed in bed with 'em to stay ahead
And now I'm a labelhead
And I ain't sign Fash as an artist, I rock with Fash as a partner
Mass Appeal Records (Hit the record store, never let me go)
Comin' straight from Cleveland, I'm the one that they believe in
I'll deal with them heathens and them lowdown dirty demons
Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what, you got some weave in?
Y'all be way too busy chiefin', I'm busy achieving
I ain't Hannah Baker, we just need a single reason
Every season niggas creepin' through the evening, tryna get even
Wintertime freezin', summertime, niggas squeezin'
We be peekin' through the peephole, we don't even let the breeze in
Please, they could never blackball the black boy
The facts are you sharper than a tack or a hacksaw
When niggas act hard, that's when they get attack on
These women gettin' smashed on, don't get attached to 'em
I do the dash, I'm a dog, I'm a dasher
Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion, like how'd this happen?
Came from a cold world so my heart adapted
I mastered the art of rappin' then I started rappin'
Once again we reveal the skill
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
With the mass appeal
Grass with the mass appeal
Big Nas lyrics - Nas
A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair
Write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by driving too reckless
Time is too precious
These some obvious lessons
Please remind me to watch my step while I balance on edges
Ski on the slopes of life, slide down the ave at night
Watchin' em graffin' graffiti on walls that's the sight
Car's from Germany, I be pushin' the fastest type
Look into real estate brother, I need the askin' price
Imagine another rapper making me perspire
I got more styles and more flows, plus I'm much flyer
I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher
I'm already on to the next thing
Peace and Bless King
Peace and Bless King
Big Nas
Old money, new money
Rap money, tech money, flex money
What's next? You funny
Me, myself, I'm the illest alive
I could do a whole album on how it feel to survive
My daughter's a businesswoman, I'm so proud of her
My son he's almost twelve and he's so knowledgeable
New music, new content, new programming
I ran the gamut
Got my hands in everything like kids with bad manners
Save the high school banter
At night school you studied my life lookin' for answers
I hear my calling, heart poundin' out my chest
Wish I could bring back X
God Bless
I don't practice, I don't remember my lines
I'm just here so I don't get fined
I'm athletic with poetics
These are alpha male alphabetics
Never touched the Rolling Stone cover but I don't sweat it
Imagine another rapper making me perspire
I got more styles and more flows, plus I'm much flyer
I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher
I'm already on to the next thing
Peace and Bless King
Peace and Bless King
Candle Of The Devil lyrics - R-Mean, Nas & Scott Storch
Daily conversations with the higher power
You facing a soul of a rebel
So before I reach my final hour
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
Genocidal survivor, son of a refugee
Revolutionary my freedom come with a hefty fee
Trapped inside the mind too
Tried to talk to God
Told 'em kill all my demons but my angels might die too
Grinding since I'm age ten
Single mother households trying their best to raise men
Know this pain a vessel to gain strength
Dawg in my heart our Father's for real the farmer
Cuz what you plant is what you harvest in the field of karma
Troubled economy
Struggle and poverty embedded in my genetics
So the hustle inside of me
I just know mama was crying, see pops died young
Immortalized forever
I just go and cock my gun
As I unload and squeeze
I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat it bleeds
Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams
Had to water the root of all evil it's growing seeds
Emcees know Mean go deep his soul will bleed
Speak for the wounded to move on
They say anger is grief that's been silent for too long
Became the voice of the voiceless
The voice of my people
And now my time has come
R Dash Mean The Rising Son
Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
They mad until you give em a bag, friendly extortion
Full magazine mangled his frame, that's his misfortune
Red wine straight outta Spain poured from a pitcher
4 hour dinners out with my niggas, pour out some liquor
You was taught to accept things you can't change, I respect that
To me nothing is monolithic
Nobody exempt from who karma visit
It's Brunello Cucinelli when the suits are double breasted
Never locked for drug possession
The Nike head
The prodigal son
Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun
I chilled with each one
I put words to millions of eardrums and brains
A positive conduit for upliftment and change
Everything is a struggle but lately it's getting easy
What come easy won't last it temporarily please me
Exemplary, a visionary
Ghetto roots, tree on my boots, my kicks vary
I rep truth
Champion sweatsuits
Tea with the royal couple
So we can speak on nationwide protests erupting
And help stop the suffering
But who am I, a man from QU.NY
Until I die a humble guy
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
R-Mean
Let's go
Fuck it, let's go to war
Wooh! Blow out the candle of the devil
Check lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, Nas & Rick Ross
(from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)
[Intro:]
Mike Williams
Renzel Ravioli
Uh
This come country western shit, right?
Like Quentin Tarantino
Maybach Music
[Nas:]
Yo, you ain't standing on your words
You lose respect
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He trying to be a father
But he lost his father to the same thing, check
Walking on blood stained ground
Gladiator school, America
So you ain't raised no fool
Catch this fade, is you brave?
Try to know what to expect out here
Fought every fight, what's left is the fight or death out here
Try to take my last breath, my air
Had to check my fear, that's why they respect Nasir
Feel me, you all witnessing what you never seen
Needing nothing attracts everything
The resurrection of the king
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
[Rick Ross:]
Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze
Never on the wiretaps let's give them something they can see
Born to be a boss so nail me to the holy cross
Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune
Speak with respect, seats to the Mets
We came from the streets
You just some geeks with a check
Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck
Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best
Balenciaga sneaks, Balenciaga socks
Dark-skinned nigga but the brightest in the spot
Dreaming of the top, or I mighta signed with Koch
Carol city nigga, move a mountain with a block
Virgil in the white, murdered over kite
Wholesale prices like it's FashionNova site
Doubled up the shows, then I tax them for the flights
I'm mold by the code, so don't make me ask you twice
[Nas:]
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
Check
Man up, check
Chest out, check
Chin up, check
Discipline, check
Listening, check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your
Nuts hang
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your
My nigga, let your
Nuts hang
My nigga, let your
Déjà Vu lyrics - Nas
Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisons my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holdin' weed inside they pussy
With they minds on the pretty things in life
Gettin' props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back and do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable
Gun salute life rapidly, that's the ritual
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Blunts, thugs and alcohol, what a mixture
Just picture, your life as a whole judged in court, they convict ya
They tellin' you your state of mind like you worthless
So he curses, his mom sayin' Bible verses, that's all she works with
But miracles never leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase
A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinnin' fool
I'm just a nigga who inherited a winnin' jewel
To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to
Respect this and all respect due is the essential
To street life, hustlin', the struggle, broke ghettos
Boilin' coke settles slow inside a glass kettle
Darren Levy on my TV, lifestyles of livin' easy
Got my crew tense, plottin' up gyps to get whips with BB's
Pushin' cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates
Celebratin' elevation in the seeds that we make
So how you like that?
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women
(Déjà vu)
It's like a whole new beginning
Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs
Gators for pretty boy haters
In Vegas with chicks trickin' fortunes
I'm glistenin', housing cops whistlin'
Still I'm driftin' in a high, blunts is like insulin
95-I, I drive high, zonin'
Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden
Look at me now, Ma, blowin', but how far?
Cars, cash and bitches got me out more
And things you never dreamed I could vouch for
Snake niggas slither on they A-alikes
I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
Never the one to ask for the time to a saint
A mask and nine, I think, will make my problems sink
Down a canal, similar to how we drink
Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links
Drug money, snortin' bitches, in the end of times
Got my nine, 'til I flatline, nigga, gimme mine
Déjà vu
EPMD lyrics - Nas (feat. Hit-Boy)
(from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)
Hit-Boy
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms they rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash as long last this long?
Platinum cars with our ratchets on
Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh!)
Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe
Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
Condos in different time zones (Time zones)
Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam
Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah)
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s
Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies
Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')
If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (Need a trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Insurmountable shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)
Fallen Stars Flying lyrics - Nas
(from "Between The World And Me" soundtrack)
Heavy gold chains and velours, body language boss
On this highly dangerous course between the streets and up north
Carti' specs, pray the angels direct my walk
I just talked with big homie up in federal court
He was double-crossed, nowadays staying real is a loss
'Cause cowards prey on niggas with good hearts
So I pray for them, they violate this way
I got the K for them, but I refrain from doing Shaitan's work
We doin' wrong, taking our face off Earth
Black victory, I envision Tiffany blue coupes
Angels pop out the hood like "poof," black youth
What's the science? Man, we the fallen stars flying
Black youth, flying, fallen stars
Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying
Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
Black youth, flying, fallen stars
Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying
Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying
Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)
When you a strong, stand-tall soldier
They lean on you, expectin' you not to fall over
Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel
So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill
But the shit start weighin' on me
Liftin' you up without a day off, homie
It's gettin' hard, plus the haters on me
I met a young queen, the little girl asked for my autograph
She said my verse from "Black Girl Lost" made her find her way
She said she got tatted wings on her back
So when she want she can fly away
Black youth, flying, fallen stars
Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying
Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
Black youth, flying, fallen stars
Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying
Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying
Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)
Pray for them
Pray for them
Pray for them
Pray for them
Black youth
Fallen stars flying
Angels pop out the hood like "poof"
No-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them)
Black youth, fallen stars
Black youth, fallen stars
Black youth, flying high
Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)
Life Is Like A Dice Game lyrics - Nas (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Cordae)
Yo, yeah
It's that (Hit-Boy)
It's that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
It's the N-A-S, yes
I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
(What we gonna do today?)
There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
To maintain in the... check me out, listen, uh
Life's a gamble, although the stakes are heightened, I can handle
Any darkness that tries to penetrate, my light is ample
Set the right example, my dark dreams are divine
I live life on this earth to complete what's assigned
My mission given, I was birthed the same year as It Was Written
I been fast to intermittent to strengthen my intuition
But fuck, and sometimes, shit, you run out of luck
But how my dice roll from Domino's to Mastro's
To completin' life goals? My price rolls
As soon as I decided to never ever be misguided
I know niggas that's indicted from the shit they confided
With they best friends until they seen the paper we're writin'
Life's a bitch, disconnection is the price of bliss
Though elation often leaves the paths of righteousness
I confess, a nigga woke up feeling blessed
No stress with the freedom to express but you was dead
I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm bout to do today?
(What I'm bout to do today?)
There's gotta be a better way-ay
To maintain the price of fame, life is like a dice game
Hey hey hey, life is like a dice game (Yeah, yeah)
Hey hey, hey hey hey hey (You know what I'm sayin'?)
You know what I'm sayin', life is like a...
You know what I'm sayin', a dice game
But, you know I'm sayin'
I, you know I don't gamble, you dig what I'm sayin'?
I'd rather spend my money on stuff, you know
That-that-that-that pleasures me, my pleasure, you know?
Nigga we started out, hundred fifty dime bags in mama's house
Makin' five hundred a week, thinkin' bout dropping out
Sold dope in front of my brother, but he a doctor now
Fuck this weed shit, grand show me just what that rock about (Skrrt)
Whip gang, I got a thing for cooking crack mane
Fuckin' off a double and scribbles, I make it back mane
Feds with the IRS on me, they sent the tax mane
Streets code, ain't nothing cutthroat like the rap game (The rap game)
Do you wanna be in it, wanna be sinnin'?
Fuck niggas façade wanna be winnin'
I said fuck being famous from the beginning
Big Rabbit, Instagram wanna ban me for posting pictures
So I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm gonna do today?
(Do today?)
There's gotta be a better way
To keep changing the price of cane, life is like a dice game
I wake up, hit the collar, think of getting something new today (Something new today)
Paint the Aston Martin blue today
These niggas trippin' so I ride with that thing, life is like a dice game
I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
(What we gonna do today?)
There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way)
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
Yeah
I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real
Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield
Watchin' niggas get rich beside me
Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat
But I see me as Hallie Selassie in my kingdom
Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in
I need the papes to start clickin', got a connect out in Richmond
And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in
It's on, word is bond
That's my name, Big Nas, all-wise to civilize
From the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth
Peace to my son and thanks to the birth of Destiny, that's her name
It's goin' on, you know my name
Big Nas in the house y'all, on the freestyle tip
When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit
This original recording hit the street 'round '93
Was just a leak, the verse was incomplete, reconstructed the beat
So we can fuck up the street
Back to the future, patch up the bloopers
Match up the cadence with the back in the day shit
A blast when Nasty Nas was savvier, don't act surprised
This ain't for advertise or showing off, I blast for mine
Life is a dice roll, there's money on the ground
What's gon' happen is gon' happen is a gamble all around
I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today?
(What we gonna do today?)
There's gotta be a better way
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game (Yeah)
To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game
Life is like a dice game
Ny Se Mumbai lyrics - Nas (feat. DIVINE, Naezy & Ranveer Singh)
Naezy the Baa
बम्बई से New York
Nas मेरे साथ
DIVINE मेरा भाई
नासिर, को सलाम!
Yo!
I got eyes and ears everywhere
I see as high as the sky is
See a tick on an eagle feather
I hear with elephant ears
Hyena demeanor
Sink my teeth deep in wildebeest and eat up I mean I'm
King of the animal kingdom
Bring some bags of money
Handle with a green, son
Thoughts of a venom abandoned with a machine gun
Off course, cause I'm a product of where I came from
I'm still mourning losses, still traumatized
My psychological trauma is now monetized
My life in a rap song is idealized
The price of that rap song at Spotify
People opinion don't faze me
Dislikes don't dissuade me
Even when they try to paint me
Out to be something I'm not, I stay me
I ain't scared to be alone or with a lot of people
Great experience from both I get a lot from either
Getting closer to my goal
Rest in peace Stan Lee
I'm Peter Parker, Lamborghini by the parking meter, start the beeper
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)
ज़िंदगी ये कारवाँ
ये सिलसिला जो रूकता ना!
गिरता पड़ता उठके फिर से चलता
मैं भी रूकता ना!
उस गली से जिस गली में लगती नाकाबंदी
वहाँ के बंदे लाफे जड़ते
माँ पे गाली जब भी पड़ती!
मुझको जानते है हर गली में
चल पड़ेगी जिंदगी
माँ बोलेगी आजा बेटा, तू है मेरा राजा बेटा
सब जगेंगे उस सवेरे, रात काली बीत जाए
तब लगेगी वाट सबकी
नेज़ी बा जब लौट आए!
गाने वाने लिखने का
सब पोज़िटिव इच थॉट आए
गाने वाने बेचने का महान मैं, तू कौन भाय!
बात माने तो ठीक नहीं तो
मानखुर्द में जॉब भाय!
जिंदगी को जी ले वरना
चार दिन में मौत आए!
बहोत आए बहोत गए, मेरा खाना खाए
चील चाहिए गीदड़ को, यहाँ कौआ करे काँय! काँय!
हैल्लो मेरे मतलब का तो चलो
वरना bye bye!
New York नही copy
बम्बई OG मेरा भाय भाय!
तेरे शाणे जैसे जाते ऊपर, आते नीचे
ज़्यादातर ये लोग करते बातें पीछे!
ओ यारा मेरा क्या ग़म
मिल के जो चलें करे राज हम
आँख मेरी भरे जैसे बादल !
गीत मेरे बहे जैसे सावन !
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)
जब तू नन्हा मुन्ना अम्मी के अपने चद्दर मे था
मैनें पहला अपना मर्डर देखा
झोल का पैसा मेरे कमर मे था!
थाली के लिए लंगर में था
पैसा नहीं तो बोले सब्र नहीं था
कल का खाना मेरा गरम नही था
किस्से थे पर बोले कलम नहीं था
पसली दिख रहा मेरा बदन नही था
बातों में थोड़ा, वज़न देख ना!
बातों में थोड़ा, मसल देख ना!
पहले थे हम बाइक पे, अब पसंद का हम फ्लाइट लें
एड़े खोपड़ी के अभी भी मेरे साइड मे
साइड दे या चलेंगे तेरे ऊपर से!
मेरे गाने सुनने के लिए पब्लिक क्यों तरसे?
तेरे गाने सुनके कान से मेरे खून बरसे!
समझ नही आरा तो छोटे ज़रा ऊपर देख
मैं हूँ टूर पे, तू बैठा है कम्प्यूटर पे!
इंटरनेट शूटर बे, कभी मुझे छूकर देख
मेरा माल, मेरे गाने! लाले दोनों एकदम सूपर हैं
सात फिगर, हार्ड जिगर, भाग जिधर वहाँ शूटर हैं!
चल चकली, तू ख़बरी! ये दल्ले सब कबूतर हैं!
ऐतिहासिक हिट्स, फ्लो ये तेंदूलकर है॥
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy!
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy! (Mumbai)
On My Soul lyrics - Tobe Nwigwe, Nas & Jacob Banks
(from "Transformers: Rise Of The Beasts" soundtrack)
I, oh, yeah, oh, I
I, ooh
I
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
Guard your grill, guard your grill
Ain't nobody out here hard to kill
The gat I pack go "pap" and peel your cap from front to back
Have you stiff or hard as steel
Ah, tuna fish my hardest meal
Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill
I'm in the field like a Buffalo Bill with a bubble-coat filled
With a couple little posts, chill
Switch it up, get direct, black and white, Michael Bibby
I get cheese with everybody, but can't do it with no Mickey
Keep a blicky on me for them serpents tryna give me hickeys
Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Well, guess what, ho, I'm the chimney, ah
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
Don't slander all the banter
Just one answer, I'm an animal
I'm just one man, outstandin' though
Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal
Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical
On the mic, I'm a cannibal
You don't know who I'm family to
You don't know my team, you don't know what my mans'll do
Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap
But them got millions watchin' every move I make 'cause I'm what's happenin'
Got jaws droppin', autopsies, drive hard tops, got hard body
'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all problem", this high-powered, high-profit
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah)
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll
On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho (What up, thun? Let's get it)
Yeah, uh
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Rule The World (I Came From The City) lyrics - Nas & Michael Kiwanuka (feat. Nasir Jones as Mr. Books)
(from "The Get Down" soundtrack)
[Michael Kiwaunuka:]
Do I want to rule the world?
Or will it conquer me?
Do I [?]
Or will it turn to me?
Do I lose my mind?
Cause it's been wandering
Will they ever let me out?
I've been wondering
[Nas:]
I came from the city, yeah
I came from the city, yeah
I came from the city, yeah
I came from the city, yeah
Got my name from the city, where?
The most dangerous city, let's take a trip back
Back in the time
1977, it was maximum crime
The president neglected us, him and 6 masterminds
Six powerful men put New York through some drastic times
The rich and selfish ones feed off the welfare ones
And which borough suffered the worst? Hmm where I'm from
The Bronx
We had to rumble with rivals on the rubble
While buildings around us would crumble
I dream right but it seem like nothing find me be trouble
I see the light, it's right there at the end of the tunnel
Had to find my rope to pull me up
Cause I needed some kind of hope to fill me up
Till I met one guy, took 'em under the wing
I coulda died if this man ain't intervene
He was an orphan, my savior
Free spirited, no man braver
He was honored and gifted, his name was Shaolin Fantastic
The lady killin' romantic, can't forget the day we met
And this story be canceled but yo my life began last year
Sophomore High School, that summer I saw her, said to myself
She'll be my wife soon
[Michael Kiwanuka:]
Take me out of my self [?]
Help me lose control
Show me love, show me happiness
I can't do this on my own
Take me out of my self [?]
Help me lose control
Show me love, show me happiness
I can't do this on my own
Salute Me (Remix) lyrics - Nas, Fat Joe & Cassidy
[Swizz:]
Remix!
[Nas:]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing
What more can we say, stop grilling
'Fore you get hit up, shut up good
We'll merc you in your hood
I'm Al Pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice
Break my cipha, I'm get at you
Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll
Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassing the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty
Clapping that black heat
None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Fat Joe:]
Nowadays I'm on some mack shit
But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The nigga that would soil-in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not balling
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan
Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap shit that's why I listen to slow jams
I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit
Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
Saying I'm peeping, I'mma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, General
[Nas:]
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general
[Cassidy:]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing
Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cause if its beef, I'mma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time
The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit
What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump into a casket and get your die on
Shine On 'Em lyrics - Nas
(from "Blood Diamond" soundtrack)
They dug me out the soil in the mines of the motherland
Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand
Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'
Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again
Yeah, guess that's how we got here
Slave trade then the diamond trade
Every child's afraid
When his mother and father get sprayed
Forced in the army, young killer brigade
Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue
'Til his mind can't take what he's gon' through
Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue
Then the royal family, the ice goes to
And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed
As I rap with my platinum chain
When you shop for a gift for me
You think about the misery?
The same way we made Apartheid History
We can do the same thing to the conflict ice
But everybody wanna shine, right?
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em [7x]
My VVS glimmers on my chest
200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist
I wonder how people starve to death
When God bless the land that lacks the harvest
The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty
And the whole world ignores the robbery
Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me
Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect clarity
It shocks, so many are killed annually
'Cause of greed, lust, and pure vanity
Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it
Every holiday season, jewelry stores crowded
Kids snatched from their homes, mutilated alive
Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly
But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em [7x]
The Foulness Pt 4 (Final Chapter) lyrics - Nas
Nas
Desert Storm
Firm Biz
Platinun
What the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks to all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q-trains, playing the last stop
But regardless of rain or mad hot
It never mattered
Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me 'Savage'
For the love of it
Till my death day, they stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stubbornness
Skies are grayer, my whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams to excel, politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets are a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like em light, thin, and type psycho
Bony nails, ponytails, lusting for white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should never bite the hand that feed ya
React like what? Clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, beef what?
I know some crews who go through cars like shoes
Some niggas make the news
Wild as animals, with sabretooth on the A-venues
And V-waves, same shit from my pops days the these days
And PJs, I concentrate on how the weed strays
Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately
A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me
Iceberg, eyes blur
Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
Got a room sign on the door, 'Not to disturb'
We twist herb
Listen to rumors that this bitch heard
Some of them absurd, some made me say 'Word?'
Dozed off, clothes off
Hoping to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word up
Gotta get this shit right, Nature
Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
The Firm is everywhere what?
Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy
Bring it to the tables
Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured
God explain it, we rollers are the ones through endangered
Bitches are halitosis, I post bail during arraignment
24/7 have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular
I buy and bust, tussle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumping out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin' shiesty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers
They swarmed with fortress, caught em hopping outta Corsica's
Niggas is folding, phony credential VISA is stolen
Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets like we righteously on stolen land
Escaping out of state snakes, the home of Sam
Forever roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
'Til my death day forever fresh
Stay Firm, pushing G.S. threes
Who checking me? I call the play, you set the D
Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully
Nas (Nature)
Just cooling in the place
(Word, put shit in their proper perceptive, god)
Driving fresh Benzes and Ranges
(Fucking faggot)
What you talking about son?
Yo only thing we strung out on is music
And you strung out on ours motherfucker!
The Tide lyrics - Hit-Boy x Nas
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Tsunami
Surf, yeah, gang
I caught the bus in the cold, 'fore I ever touched the icy watch
Stood on my square, now these niggas want me stuck in a box
Checkin' the rear-view in the Urus, had to circle the block
'Cause when you make it from the bottom, they gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playin', white lightnin' sticks
While I twist another rapper and I fire that shit, for real
This make me wanna get some game from OGs, you don't know me
They sleepin' on me, that's the main reason, I don't sleep
The times that we livin' in, it could get frightenin'
Imagine seein' Tupac body on IG
How they did PnB, how they did Takeoff
They'll take a hundred years to prove to niggas they ain't soft
Big Hit', sittin' in a hole as I write this
Holdin' your wrist-high, these days is a high risk
So the only thing I trust is my instincts
I'm squintin' through the peep hole, nigga, I've been peeped
All I gotta do is keep movin' intently
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today-
Vocal chords got insurance, not Superman or Invincible
Family we ain't see in decades, say he don't give to you
Good ol' boy system, it's still shittin', per usual
Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical
Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous
From the Bridge, swirl, sniff, sip reds - Bailey, Caymus
Her BFF's so beautiful, told her "I need the two of you"
We only gettin' older, one day this shit'll be over
Four seasons in Costa Rica, she pretty as Mona Lisa
Yellin' at me on the yacht, fuckin' my inner peace up
Quickly forget a diva, and you don't forget either
They bite the hand that feed 'em, your man is low-key competin'
Be somebody you helped, that got beside theyself
Movin' like it's bodies under they belt
Puttin' problems on you, they couldn't juggle theyself
That's how y'all give it up?
Do anythin' to feel a rush, well, go 'head then live it up
That's why the only thing I trust is my instinct
You squintin' where you see me, I'm so bright and I've been peeped
All I gotta do is keep movin' immensely
If I go today, I'll live through Knight and Destiny
Sink or swim, nigga
Surf or drown
I stand above the surface, another purchase
I know my purpose, hoppin' out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones
I take it all in hundreds, anythin' less, that ain't gon' cut it (Cut It)
Took over the game, I'm havin' my way with it
Fuck is they sayin'? This shit is outrageous
It's niggas, don't even get fly as my baby is
This shit is easy, I go the craziest (Crazy), craziest
I go insane, that should be my alias
I can't explain it, sit back in amazement (Amazement)
We really made it, tappin' my cleats, I'm ridin' the basis
Stuck to the basics, baby, two-faced it
Hitters weren't loyal to some of these dudes
I used to tapes with, they gotta face it
Where do I start? They gotta set me apart
Y'all make music, I make art, it's straight from the heart
It's straight from the soul, I'm makin' it known, they gettin' exposed
I live by the cold, they subject to fold, I get to the o's, o's, o's, o's
Surf or drown
I stand above the surface, another purchase
I know my purpose, hoppin' out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones
Tomorrow lyrics - John Legend, Nas & Florian Picasso
[John Legend:]
You're the new wave forming
You're the new day, darling
Ask you what is your name, what do they call you?
You said they call me tomorrow
[John Legend (Nas)]:
Hello to tomorrow
Hello to tomorrow
Can't wait to get started
Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow (It's on), oh-yeah
[Nas:]
Yeah, just twelve hours from now
After the sun go down
After barrels of laughter, after barrels of fun
Goodbye to yesterday, I'm proud
To God's grace, I bow
Like the cicada bug makes that sound
Loud in the trees down south
It's how I be unseen, but they hear me out
I can see my dreams lucid
If you're happy, homie, then prove me, take it to a new crib
Pack your things and move in, tie up all the loose ends
Stop whatever's not progressive, learned a lot of lessons
People ain't know they was teachin', but they still were
I don't let no one deceive me on my real worth
I put in real work, live in a real world, standing ovation
Brandon Lee's bullet was a manifestation
I hope I get a sign like when I don't have my phone
And I still feel a buzz, that's a phantom vibration
[John Legend:]
Hello to tomorrow
Hello to tomorrow
Can't wait to get started
Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow, oh-yeah
[Nas:]
Try eliminating
All the stress, so happy I'm hyperventilating
Hello, hello, hello, eliminatin' tequila
Anything you ain't needin', let go, let go, let go
Let's go to Hawaii, rent a boat to show off your body
The miserable want company, homie, please don't invite me
I do not dwell, If ever the plot fail
I'm hollerin', the trails was next to pop, yeah
On a yacht, yeah, everything top-tier
Pablo Picasso, art and Nasir
John Legend, y'all take a deep breath
And inhale what this is givin'
'88 world series, Kirk Gibson (Uh), this different (Uh)
This is up a notch for true musicians
This song exists in a new dimension
So say it with us
[John Legend:]
Hello to tomorrow
Hello to tomorrow
Can't wait to get started
Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow
Hello to tomorrow
Hello to tomorrow
Can't wait to get started
Can't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow, oh-yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What You Gonna Do lyrics - Nas (feat. The Bravehearts)
(from "Baller Blockin'" soundtrack)
Straight out of QB niggas
This is Nas, lo
With my Braveheart niggas
Jungle, Wiz and Horse
Fuckin' with these Ca$h Money Millionaires
So what y'all gonna do about that
Niggas
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting money
We in the Benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We getting dough
Y'all niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking day
Yeah what up nigga I'm back
Fuck you got the mac
Touch you and them niggas you with
The bigger your clique the bigger my clip
The bigger my gun them niggas I'm with is Horse and Jung
And of course you'll become a corpse if you fucking with me
The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me
I been to war couple of times slept in the cold
Shed tears seen it all been outside for years
What this life mean to y'all?
Money ice and cars busting nuts in broads
Never trusting god
You better trust him had with you when you hustling
It was him that kept me alive when niggas was busting
He ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you
I run in your spot and take all what's yours
So you lay on the floor we expanding
What you gonna to do about it nigga?
Not a damn thing
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting money
We riding in the Benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We get the dough
Y'all niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
What the fuck y'all was born brave?
I put a slug through your cornbraids
Summertime broad day
You get your face blown right at the pay phone
I got big guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain
Bravehearts gangbang
Yo last night it was on niggas came pistols drawn
Popping off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone
Niggas quick to get it on know the block I'm living on
Queens bridge murders kings live merciless
Heartless crazy Mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets
Blow weed henessee more beef let it be
No chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets
Rolls Royce drop top cruising where the women be
Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
Fresh Nikes wife beater Knicks jersey white sneakers
Heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either
I'll fuck the ho with pussy that's mind blowing
Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing
Niggas tell they hoes, "Why you fucking with Nas?
He just gonna nut on your eyes
Have you suck all his guys
And also he say when you done cussing his by"
You ain't thugging you lie bitch
Brave 'til we die bitch
[?] a nigga that would kill something over something small
The one you can't [?] with unless you paid in full
The one that hold grudges cause gun games for free
The only thing you wetting and splitting is [?]
I'm the one that lift the skirts up on fake ass rappers
That be killing for a long time but now it don't happen
All them tough guys is wanksters they [?] me in their songs
I'm a Braveheart 'til death so I got to die strong
A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules
Run through crews after smoking blunts and sipping on brews
Disrespecter pistol whipping hustlers for their cheddar
The deebo of the rap game but walk with a Beretta
My heart is made of stone my eyes is filled with blood
Survivors of the street wars y'all niggas know what's up
From the projects to penthouse y'all niggas better look out
Before these Braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
We on your blocks
We got Glocks
You get robbed
The man get shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting money
We riding in the Benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We getting dough
Y'all niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
We in your hood
Every fucking day niggas
Every day niggas, huh
Look around niggas
We on top
What you gonna do about it nigga?
What you got to say about it nigga?
That's right
That's right
Run all over y'all niggas
What y'all gonna do about it? Nothing
Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas
Get brave nigga we brave nigga (Bravehearts!)
Brave to the death baby
(Bravehearts!)
Wrote My Way Out lyrics - Nas (with Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda & Aloe Blacc)
(from "The Hamilton Mixtape")
("I wrote my way out")
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
No political power—just lyrical power
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
The definition of what It Was Written means
Know what I mean?
("I wrote my way out")
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out
I really wrote my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains
Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I kept it close
Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
This poetry in motion, I'm a poet
("I wrote my way out")
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out!
High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart?"—Blaow!—start bleedin'
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
Sister tapped my brains, said, "Pssh—you'll get 'em right back."
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
"Damn, you got no chill," fuckin' right—I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when it's gray out?
("I wrote my way out")
Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
No lovin' arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
'Cause "I wrote my way—" out!
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
"—pick—"
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the—"
("I wrote my way—")
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
("I wrote my way out")
"Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."
("I wrote my way out")
"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."
No Introduction lyrics - Nas
[Verse 1]
P.S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry, Mom's working I was famished, she getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full of starve, corner store like Mr. Spare-a-Quarter
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun, what's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done, 'til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the mist of
Dudes who switch up and change
They want to carry me like I'm some kind of lame
I never let them know, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
[Verse 2]
I remember early mornings - syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200 million now, bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I'm pushing 40, she only 21
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
[Verse 3]
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, "third leg from a legend is sheer heaven"
She says, "it is the greatest loving"
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis - this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha
P.S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry, Mom's working I was famished, she getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full of starve, corner store like Mr. Spare-a-Quarter
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun, what's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done, 'til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the mist of
Dudes who switch up and change
They want to carry me like I'm some kind of lame
I never let them know, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
[Verse 2]
I remember early mornings - syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200 million now, bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I'm pushing 40, she only 21
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
[Verse 3]
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, "third leg from a legend is sheer heaven"
She says, "it is the greatest loving"
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis - this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha
Loco-Motive lyrics - Nas (feat. Large Professor)
[Intro]
42nd street terminal
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,
[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”
To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head
So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash
[Large Professor]
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain’t even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?
[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’
Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I’m here y’all
[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for y’all niggas
42nd street terminal
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,
[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”
To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head
So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash
[Large Professor]
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain’t even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?
[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’
Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I’m here y’all
[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for y’all niggas
A Queens Story lyrics - Nas
[Verse 1]
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out
Pumping bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
Queens-bridge unified all I ask for
Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass through
[Verse 2]
Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Over the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all know how the story go) [x3]
[Verse 3]
Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack the Patron, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
[Verse 4]
Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didn't stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It's the game that we was stuck with
Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to get further bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out
Pumping bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
Queens-bridge unified all I ask for
Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass through
[Verse 2]
Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Over the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all know how the story go) [x3]
[Verse 3]
Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack the Patron, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
[Verse 4]
Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didn't stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It's the game that we was stuck with
Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to get further bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
Accident Murderers lyrics - Nas (feat. Rick Ross)
[Verse 1: Nas]
You cocked back, you thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you comin’, he ran when you tried to blast that man
Missed him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of ‘em pull through, but one didn’t, son’s finished
You took the life of him
The part about it that’s crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way?
Why was he standin’ next to the enemy that specific day?
His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, cause of a…
[Hook]
Accident murderer
Act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain’t mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We grew up doin’ graffiti
Now hollows heads gettin’ heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin’ weeded
Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
But fuck ‘em all, we ballin’ ’til they come lock us up
Twenty to life, I’m clubbin’ blowin’ twenty tonight
We the Marlboro, Marley Marlin’ all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tech off the shelf, live forever that’s Insha’Allah
Memoirs of a rich nigga
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims off a show killer
You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your ties, stay alive, can’t be dodgin’ my clique
Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin’ chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don’t
[Hook]
Accident murderer
Act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain’t mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Bridge: Nas]
Accident murderer
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha
We miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon’ kill that beautiful sista?
Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I’m guessin’
Tell me who you impressin’?
Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
Make ‘em throw up they hands, choke ‘em out playin’ in wrestlin’
Watch ‘em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin’
But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin’ where the respect went
Can’t play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can’t hang with these little niggas, they killin’, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
Fake ’til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
You ain’t mean to kill him, it wasn’t necessary
[Hook]
You cocked back, you thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you comin’, he ran when you tried to blast that man
Missed him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of ‘em pull through, but one didn’t, son’s finished
You took the life of him
The part about it that’s crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way?
Why was he standin’ next to the enemy that specific day?
His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, cause of a…
[Hook]
Accident murderer
Act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain’t mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We grew up doin’ graffiti
Now hollows heads gettin’ heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin’ weeded
Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
But fuck ‘em all, we ballin’ ’til they come lock us up
Twenty to life, I’m clubbin’ blowin’ twenty tonight
We the Marlboro, Marley Marlin’ all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tech off the shelf, live forever that’s Insha’Allah
Memoirs of a rich nigga
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims off a show killer
You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your ties, stay alive, can’t be dodgin’ my clique
Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin’ chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don’t
[Hook]
Accident murderer
Act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain’t mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Bridge: Nas]
Accident murderer
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha
We miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon’ kill that beautiful sista?
Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I’m guessin’
Tell me who you impressin’?
Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
Make ‘em throw up they hands, choke ‘em out playin’ in wrestlin’
Watch ‘em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin’
But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin’ where the respect went
Can’t play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can’t hang with these little niggas, they killin’, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
Fake ’til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
You ain’t mean to kill him, it wasn’t necessary
[Hook]
Daughters lyrics - Nas
Check it out
I call it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I call it “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless
Plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin’
So if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, I love her
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it
This for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said “Nas go and get ya kid”
She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent
I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast
One day she’s ya little princess, next day she talking boy business
What is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain’t tryna mess ya thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cuz we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
I call it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I call it “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless
Plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin’
So if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, I love her
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it
This for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said “Nas go and get ya kid”
She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent
I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast
One day she’s ya little princess, next day she talking boy business
What is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain’t tryna mess ya thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cuz we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
Reach Out lyrics - Nas (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself
[Verse 1: Nas]
3:45 am can’t sleep, can’t dream
I’m stuck, money problems pop up
How will I survive, guess it’s best to decide not to decide
So that’s my decision
Whatever happens happens
I keep makin’ my millions
Can see myself in presidential campaign dinners
But I’m passin’ blunts around a bunch of gang members
When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you
And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest
And out grow women you love and thought you could stay with
Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror
And leave notes around for yourself to remember
I like to teach and build
With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mill
All you need is some skill, then it’s grindtime
Imagination better than knowledge, say’s Einstein
It’s all in the mind
Nasty the nicest, I’m somewhat of a psychic
Just one minute after it’s heard
You all excited, you all repeat it
So call me a genius, if you didn’t
Now that I said it I force you to think it
Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet
When you vision me, you vision the best
When I was young they called me, Olu’s son
Now he Nas father, I was the good seed
He was the wise gardener
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
[Verse 2: Nas]
Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
The burbs talking like the hood’ll change with quickness
Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious
Get out of gangsta business seen in me you basic
Try to compare what you live to the life I master
See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after
Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces
White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker
Dope fiend neighbours, growing up I’ve seen paper
I describe it, hope you can visualize it
This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
When my British Knights, can rival your foamposites
Don’t make me pull my lotto's out the closet
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself
[Verse 1: Nas]
3:45 am can’t sleep, can’t dream
I’m stuck, money problems pop up
How will I survive, guess it’s best to decide not to decide
So that’s my decision
Whatever happens happens
I keep makin’ my millions
Can see myself in presidential campaign dinners
But I’m passin’ blunts around a bunch of gang members
When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you
And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest
And out grow women you love and thought you could stay with
Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror
And leave notes around for yourself to remember
I like to teach and build
With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mill
All you need is some skill, then it’s grindtime
Imagination better than knowledge, say’s Einstein
It’s all in the mind
Nasty the nicest, I’m somewhat of a psychic
Just one minute after it’s heard
You all excited, you all repeat it
So call me a genius, if you didn’t
Now that I said it I force you to think it
Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet
When you vision me, you vision the best
When I was young they called me, Olu’s son
Now he Nas father, I was the good seed
He was the wise gardener
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
[Verse 2: Nas]
Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
The burbs talking like the hood’ll change with quickness
Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious
Get out of gangsta business seen in me you basic
Try to compare what you live to the life I master
See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after
Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces
White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker
Dope fiend neighbours, growing up I’ve seen paper
I describe it, hope you can visualize it
This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
When my British Knights, can rival your foamposites
Don’t make me pull my lotto's out the closet
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
World's An Addiction lyrics - Nas (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Intro: Anthony Hamilton]
Lies and the pain
Betrayal, life
[Verse 1: Anthony Hamilton]
In danger's face
Look what you're facing, gave your heart away
And all the remedies couldn't ease the pain
All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away
In a world so cold
You gain your life just to lose your soul
Never thinking twice 'bout what the future holds
All the lies and the games not worth fighting for
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 2: Nas]
Snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest
Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets
They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me
Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat stretched out
Letter T
It's better to dead a beef than let it breathe, then we don't succeed
Cause then you gotta murder dummies
Waste your time, they allergic to money
I'm never squeamish to blood, we can thug, and get out of hand,
What's the options?
Only conclusion is shooting, bullets poppin',
Hoodlums dropping, fear any day that the feds will come knocking
Was young and nervous, asking myself what's my purpose,
In the back of a patty wagon, bracelets, aching me
Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me
These cops can't relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 3: Nas]
Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments,
Know a billionaire he has everything but a fam,
Guess how angry this man gets, had so many bad chicks in his bed,
Strange sex, same sex, has addictions that are sadistic
Chain of events, habits, he puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick
Self-esteem needs boosting alcohol consumption
Nicotine fusion, some athletes juicing
Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms
All along he's into bestiality porn,
And it's wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong
And I'm strong, but the female anatomy got me sprung
And these women need shoes and bags, cars and condos
Fine clothes, and these fiends needs to get high, so they find dough
To mainline dope, and ya'll know
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 4: Nas]
So many vices, habits, mine of course, bad chicks
My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life
I'm just rebellious, not selfish,
Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is
I need the best things in life that's women, that's cars
Cigars in Venice, bottle on ice, that's priceless
The other night, just in the emergency room
A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon
Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated
He can barely concentrate, cause he's newly separated
His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance
In the house they were married in, mad people waiting
Some young, some old, heads and stomachs aching
Filling out an application, cause they all need medication
But the doctor need love or a quick vacation, calling up his travel agent
Same time, premeditating murdering his ex wife
Life, savage ain't it
Some need Xanax, just to maintain it
We all need faith cause the world keep changing
Let go of the illusion, start some restraining
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on
Lies and the pain
Betrayal, life
[Verse 1: Anthony Hamilton]
In danger's face
Look what you're facing, gave your heart away
And all the remedies couldn't ease the pain
All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away
In a world so cold
You gain your life just to lose your soul
Never thinking twice 'bout what the future holds
All the lies and the games not worth fighting for
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 2: Nas]
Snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest
Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets
They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me
Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat stretched out
Letter T
It's better to dead a beef than let it breathe, then we don't succeed
Cause then you gotta murder dummies
Waste your time, they allergic to money
I'm never squeamish to blood, we can thug, and get out of hand,
What's the options?
Only conclusion is shooting, bullets poppin',
Hoodlums dropping, fear any day that the feds will come knocking
Was young and nervous, asking myself what's my purpose,
In the back of a patty wagon, bracelets, aching me
Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me
These cops can't relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 3: Nas]
Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments,
Know a billionaire he has everything but a fam,
Guess how angry this man gets, had so many bad chicks in his bed,
Strange sex, same sex, has addictions that are sadistic
Chain of events, habits, he puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick
Self-esteem needs boosting alcohol consumption
Nicotine fusion, some athletes juicing
Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms
All along he's into bestiality porn,
And it's wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong
And I'm strong, but the female anatomy got me sprung
And these women need shoes and bags, cars and condos
Fine clothes, and these fiends needs to get high, so they find dough
To mainline dope, and ya'll know
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
The world is an addiction, serving up a fix
The world is an addiction, way too much for me
[Verse 4: Nas]
So many vices, habits, mine of course, bad chicks
My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life
I'm just rebellious, not selfish,
Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is
I need the best things in life that's women, that's cars
Cigars in Venice, bottle on ice, that's priceless
The other night, just in the emergency room
A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon
Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated
He can barely concentrate, cause he's newly separated
His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance
In the house they were married in, mad people waiting
Some young, some old, heads and stomachs aching
Filling out an application, cause they all need medication
But the doctor need love or a quick vacation, calling up his travel agent
Same time, premeditating murdering his ex wife
Life, savage ain't it
Some need Xanax, just to maintain it
We all need faith cause the world keep changing
Let go of the illusion, start some restraining
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on
Summer On Smash lyrics - Nas (feat. Miguel & Swizz Beatz)
[Intro: Miguel]
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby let me take pictures
[Nas]
Life is good, life is good
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let's go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened
I'm trying to get every number from every woman passing me by
She's fly; black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening?
Just rolled four with them, bout to smoke again
Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down
How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht sound?
Send a massive e-mail to the females
Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
[Verse 2: Nas]
We got the jam here, check it
It's the summertime, women damn near naked
It's single season, they choosing who to mess with
I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it
Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps
My people in the streets, I make it feel like it's the beach
My goons close by, I'm daring one of y'all to reach
I'm protected like the President, ain't gotta give a speech
Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets
And they ain't even out yet, she like Ciroc peach
Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash
And y'all already know who got the summer on smash
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
[Verse 3: Miguel]
I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh?
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby let me take pictures
Skin, sin; wait do you know whose pool you're in?
Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
Your body is a weapon that you can't conceal
Real, make money when the freaks call
Summer on Mars, it's totally Total Recall
Like
Una vida, she butterfly
Caliente
Mami vente, vente comigo, ayo
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby let me take pictures
[Nas]
Life is good, life is good
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let's go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened
I'm trying to get every number from every woman passing me by
She's fly; black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening?
Just rolled four with them, bout to smoke again
Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down
How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht sound?
Send a massive e-mail to the females
Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y'all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
[Verse 2: Nas]
We got the jam here, check it
It's the summertime, women damn near naked
It's single season, they choosing who to mess with
I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it
Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps
My people in the streets, I make it feel like it's the beach
My goons close by, I'm daring one of y'all to reach
I'm protected like the President, ain't gotta give a speech
Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets
And they ain't even out yet, she like Ciroc peach
Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash
And y'all already know who got the summer on smash
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
[Verse 3: Miguel]
I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh?
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby let me take pictures
Skin, sin; wait do you know whose pool you're in?
Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
Your body is a weapon that you can't conceal
Real, make money when the freaks call
Summer on Mars, it's totally Total Recall
Like
Una vida, she butterfly
Caliente
Mami vente, vente comigo, ayo
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
You Wouldn't Understand lyrics - Nas (feat. Victoria Monet)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet
You say you set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis, and Halsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Verse 2: Nas]
You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
All been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praised God with a bullet, I never collided
Some did and they lived, I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splash my mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprise, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Nas]
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'ma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill, nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation
[Hook: Victoria Monet (Nas)]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am (word)
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
(Y'all wouldn't understand)
No matter how you try you never can
(You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie)
Cause where I'm from and what I see (yeah)
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Outro: Nas]
True B nigga, yeah
For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B., what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my niggas
All my niggas, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet
You say you set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis, and Halsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Verse 2: Nas]
You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
All been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praised God with a bullet, I never collided
Some did and they lived, I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splash my mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprise, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Nas]
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'ma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill, nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation
[Hook: Victoria Monet (Nas)]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am (word)
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
(Y'all wouldn't understand)
No matter how you try you never can
(You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie)
Cause where I'm from and what I see (yeah)
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been
[Outro: Nas]
True B nigga, yeah
For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B., what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my niggas
All my niggas, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you
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