Real Niggas lyrics - Nas (feat. Ruc)

[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..

[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable
thoughts of overtakin' the table
dismantle and disable
verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do
straight duct tapin', apin' a few
takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose
puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece
flaggin', pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.

[Chorus: Nas]
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas)
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
they were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won
every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ
bitches asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white
listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream
layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies were born, big families started to blossom
mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em
used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers.

[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
in abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin'
stash the jums in hallway cielings
gangsta paradise, watch the ice, nigga make a killin'
in the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck
only in the projects, we die with respect
pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set
six blocks of real niggas vexed
assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet
in memory of...who's next?
train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check
nigga, you better rep
real niggas come out the projects
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th.

[Chorus: Nas]
Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real niggas)
Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas)
Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas)
J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas)
Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real niggas)
Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real niggas)
Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real niggas)
Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real niggas)
Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real niggas)
Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real niggas)
Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real niggas)
Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real niggas)
Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real niggas)
L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real niggas)
Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real niggas)
Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real niggas)
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas)
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas)
the list is gettin' too long for this track (real niggas)
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge,
from the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin'
paid...my Nigga Mr. Ruc who don't give a fuck,
Queensbridge to the death niggas,
2001 and so on and so on...

[Ruc]
My nigga Bowser, my nigga Spank, shoutouts to Sudan,
QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler,
Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm,
let's get it on....


Secret Agent Man lyrics - Nas

[from "Secret Agent Man" soundtrack]

"Watch Out" [x8]

[Verse 1]
There's a man who live the life of danger
To everyone he meets stays stranger
With every move he makes, another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

[Chorus]
He's secret agent man amazin man
Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name

Secret agent man amazin man
Check how he walks how he talks how he lays the plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name

[Verse 2]
They wear pretty face that you find
A pretty face can hide evil mind
Be careful what you say, or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Agent man amazin man
Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give him a number and took away his name

[Chorus]
He's secret agent man amazin man
Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name

Yea, (secret) yea, (secret) yea (secret) yea, (secret)

[Chorus]
Secret agent man amazin man
Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name

[Verse 3]
Swangin in the Rivera one day then layin in the Bombay alley the next day
Oh no, who let the wrong word slip
While kissin the persuasive lips
The odds are I won't live to see tomorrow
I'm secret agent man, amazin man
How I walk n talk and lays my plan
Agent man advance the game
They give you a number and take your name
He's the…Agent man amazin man
Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name

"Watch Out" [x6]

[Verse 4]
Uh secret agent man
Uh, uh, more bullet proof than a spook set by the door
More legend than 007, more raw

"Watch Out" [x4]

Self Conscience lyrics - Nas

[Prodigy]
Yo..
Is it ill, do it need to be fixed?
(That shit is real Dunn; and stop talkin like your skills don't kill)
Nah it's just that sometimes I feel like that
I can write more fouler than the last

[Prodigy's "Conscience"]
Yo that shit is cash trust me Dunn; I'll never lead you astray
Take my word niggaz wanna hear how you think
It be that shit that you wouldn't expect to win
that stay playin in they decks over and again
Speak your thoughts, put your all in it
Whatever's in your mind, spit it
Place your anger on the page, release tension on the tape
A stress verse, seem to be what they most thirst
Makes fake niggaz disperse, they never challenge what works

[Prodigy]
Balancin the weakness, is what I specialize in
Dunn you my nigga cause you keep me hype when I'm writin
Kept me on point in the night when it might go down
Keep me eyes wide in the daytime as well
Kept me focused on what's real and nuttin else
I find it healthy, to conversate with myself
I kick it with my delf (I kept you alive, all these years)
It's that inner voice you shoulda took head to and shit
Coulda been home instead of bleedin
Maybe next time you'll listen when it speaks

[Prodigy's "Conscience"]
Yo Dunn, I got a story to tell
Remember last week's mission? I told you bring the gun
(Yeah I remember) Nah listen, without me you'd be a memory
I'm the one you could come to for guidance
Bring you home alive when you wildin
Kept you out of harm's way, told you when to spray
Told you when it's time to put it away
and when the cops came, you was safe

[Prodigy]
Without question, I stay aware Dunn I'm listenin
Everytime we speak it's real, I know your intention's
to make sure we both safe and livin, and breathin
You gets all respect from me Dunn, believe it

[Prodigy's "Conscience"]
Yo we got kids to raise and bills to pay
Enemies to lay down when they stand in our way, it's only us
(What about the click?) Now if you die is they comin?
When you shot do they feel the bullet?
And when you broke can they fix it? Aight then, you keep writin
and let me do the thinkin, I brought us this far without mistaken

[Nas]
Voices in my head from choices that I dreaded choosin
Cautions I shoulda took head, lost in my weed, steady losin
Thug stripes, badges of honor, forces to succeed
Whores on they knees, fuckin with millionaires, killers and thieves
I fuck until there's no feelin where, I bust and I pee
I lusted cars but I suffered and my scars run deep
I stay to myself, one deep, pray to my God cause he
say when it's hard get on one knee, and ask Thy for forgiveness
Fuck the cash, the ice, the Ferrari's
with two-twenty on the dash when your life ain't right
See niggaz smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back
Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
Why's it like that? It's life black, this is the game
The way I see it both bitches and niggaz, is the same
I trust myself, I can't fuck myself
When hoes leave and no weed I still know me, just myself
Fear is weakness learn from what experience teaches
Beware of leaches, the vampires, my secret's
never follow, cause most niggaz is straight up cowards
Take care of my body's the temple my mind is the power

Sincerity lyrics - Nas (feat. DMX & Mary J. Blige)

[DMX:]
Uh... Uh
Now there's two ways we can do this keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss the studios the pictures
No autographs just laughs when I'm with ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark it at the dog baby, and I'll hold you down

[Mary J. Blige:]
Time and time and time again
I knew that our love had to end
But now it's gone so very far
That I can make a brand new start
I thought that we were meant to be
Be one big family
But I was weak and loved you still
No matter what you did, I could forgive

[Chorus:]
All I need is sincerity
All I need is sincerity

[Mary J. Blige:]
Thinking 'bout you all the time
Never seemed to cross my mind
How you could take the time to kill
Everything our love had built
I never knew how you could hide
Everytime you told a lie
But now I know why you're so cold
But I don't understand

Now that you set me free
I truly think that we
Could find love seperately
I need sincerity
One thing, I'm not as weak
I'll always stand alone
But my mind is not made of stone
So I'll go on

[Chorus:]
All I need is sincerity
All I need is sincerity

[Nas:]
Chipped tooth don
Nasty, blue ice timbs on
Screw it face, half moon part, my tatoos dark
On a scale of tough criminals, nothin to call me
I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy
Guees it come from a rough life, cuffed at night
Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes
I'm the type that have to shed blood
Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still with my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours
A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody I could call my own, yeah

[Chorus:]
All I need is sincerity
All I need is sincerity

[Ad lib until fade]

Sinful Living lyrics - Nas

Situations I be kickin' just you get you pacin'
That attentive, parental supervision, you should do the diction
Street chronicles, struggles and losses
Can make a nigga's moms hang up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you, to that state of mind you needed
By now your weeded, bob your head, recline seated
And put your life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews
With sports cars and the iciest jewels, Ya know the rules
In this street life, by now the beasts might be least white
Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe
And shed light on, he put me right on
To be an icon, cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon
The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me
Some chose a road some niggas died so what's to choosin'?
At night time it especially addresses me
Preferably, around 10, when my weed cipher begin
We start buggin' on facts, half the facts that's for sure
Put your zone in my world if we adapt, crack, and pour
Make a toast yo that's how we break bread together
Probably when we dead be better, the problems ahead whatever
Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions
And just in case your snitchin', the safe's hidden
With these conniving things, niggas make it to obvs (obvious) to bring
Hatred to enterprising cream, advise your team to wiser schemes.

Snitch Alibi lyrics - Nas

Nas, let's go, yeah.

This was here for the snitches, yeah
Gangstas keep your hands up, yeah
Snitch alibi, yeah.

[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi nigger I can't tell,
I know you won't tell, I know you know well,
On the block... thus we make our male,
Why you're playing to be a gangsta I can't tell,
Nigger, I can't tell, nigger you ain't gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain't gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain't gonna tell.
To the snitch alibi, I, I know you...

I know your nigger is a... up,
You eat fat stereo, fat... work for the,..
Man you're a loser or zero,
... your move your is a hero,
Therefore, you lack... like a,..
Lose though 'cause you... crack game like a... so,
Nigga you better be careful.

Yeah, I'm losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
'Cause they gonna tell, gonna tell.
Yeah, I'm losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
'Cause they gonna tell, gonna tell, they gonna tell.

[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi nigger I can't tell,
I know you won't tell, I know you know well,
On the block... thus we make our male,
Why you're playing to be a gangsta I can't tell,
Nigger, I can't tell, nigger you ain't gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain't gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain't gonna tell.

To the snitch alibi, you better be careful,
'Cause you're walking on the wrong side
... there's where you stay for the long while,
... brothers you left to die
Mother fucker, you FBI, what happen to street, what unrespect,
Turning to Al Pacino and Johnny Depp,
'Cause you tell undercover...
Sing alibi taught it was a stand up guy.

[Chorus]

They don't tell, they don't tell, they don't tell.

You know what now,
There's one thing I can stand as a middle...
The police... you can't witness, you just... mother fucker,
... than you're wick and...

[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi.

Sometimes I Wonder lyrics - Nas

QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah)
To all the ladies

[Chorus:]
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go under because of his hunger
This game is risky
If a nigga slips six deep
Will these niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too soon
All these niggaz flipping on me
Cause I won't give no loot to them
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I...

[Nas]
Top of the world is what I'm aiming at
These niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving caine
Knowing nothing about this murder game
Its easily told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps fear
The real remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
Drop and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back

[Chorus:]

[Nature]
I know a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
Figure once I got knocked, it would end
Never that
They try to tell me I don't love my own
The thugs know, they ride my zone
Like the cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap to stare at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You could tell if they wolves or lamb
You could fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or you could feed them and lose your hand
What you wanna do?

[Chorus:]

[Nas]
Blessing be to the ones who left us
Transcend into spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you rest in
To him we pray for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But streetsmart he was twice a man
I try to understand life's deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga

My man Will till we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here
I hope you hear my prays clear

[Chorus:]
[x3]

Street Dreams (Bonus Verse) lyrics - Nas

"Uh. What?! What?! Uh."

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

[Noise and a gun shot]

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
dollars and cents- A fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty,
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
For real, G, I'ma fullfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.
The first trip without the clique
Sent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
F' God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catchin' feelin's

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crack
down the toilet- Two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar,
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M.

"Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this."
("Uh. What? What? Word?")

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Ill designer fleece, studded marquise,
a letta L on my car keys- Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
'Posters be Franchesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I'm changin' my location every minute
like a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rum
Warrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openin's of barber shops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto- Livin' like a pablo
Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
found the guns and the good
Had a nigga like 'Nas had to run through the woods'
Sneakin' out the next mornin'- Looked up to God,
guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
Now I'm back on the climbin'
Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climate
So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
'Mazed on top, all the hoes and pussy had me blinded
Big lip bitches, suckin' dick rediculous
GS'es and vest-es, larger rays lookin' sentious
Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it.

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

[Noise and a gun shot]

Street Dreams (Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. R. Kelly)

[Nas]
Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile
Give the crew pounds everytime we cover new grounds
Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence
I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents
Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure
My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?
But not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
Motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag bitch
broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
But what's the purpose
Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist
I'm physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Street dreamer
Oh mercy mercy me
Ain't nothing I got for ya
Situations gettin heavy
Heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster

[Nas]
The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs
Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
Pushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
Judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free
Could've got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
but they can't see
From life to death
so know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game
Shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change
All that running round trying to chase
what's already here - been there, it's going nowhere
Pops told me knuckle up - no fear
I wish some of these killings
they could be prevented
whatever happens it was written
meaning God meant it
but during ya life you put ya heart in it
even though it seems we being targeted
let that brother R hit it

[Chorus: extended]

[Nas]
Sort of wild, since a child, hope was all we had
Drip the bust out past
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining
subtract the weak links about the chaining
rise it start raining
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)
And it's embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguise
Put a gun to me hungry he went on to chastize
That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment
Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with
My first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yak
Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act
I did a while back or beyond that
You got me laying face flat
Saying my grace black, woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that
Nightmares, feeling real, word to Will
My A-Alike I lost in the battlefield
That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
Grab ya shield and meet ya maker
Queens niggaz die for paper
These the things the street dreams will take ya

[Chorus: repeat to the end]

Street Glory lyrics - Nas (feat. Pop)

[Intro: NAS]
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggaz just don't understand the story

[Chorus: Pop]
Niggaz die for the street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slippin' reach for me
I'm goin' after street glory
Go to trial get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And QB the streets call me
So if you see me slippin' reach for me
I'm goin' after street glory

[NAS]
Yo,
Every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed
When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to get a cab
Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets
Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin'
Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches
Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges
Poppin' out they arm scratched
Now remember parked (??)
Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas
Smellin' reefer way before purple haze
Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air
Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched
Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
What project is this? QB burnin' in tint
12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done just remember our name

[Pop]
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime
Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
Where corruptors and new police being recruited
Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded
While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed
Many thought's cause I see the past grimmly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
Through all the pap grease and street chases
Sudden raids and confrontations leadin the misdeamenor weed cases
I blew smoke through hallway window
Watched the buddah clouds lingo
Pluckin the blunt brokes from my fingers
My eyes flip different shades
Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways
Seein' nothing but another day
In this six story rat trap
Them gats clap another nigga's blazed
Events in my hood rotate
Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love
Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs
Coming at you kisses and hugs
When death calls who's really a thug
The street glory got me deeply in love
Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
Got me needin' this drug

[Chorus]

Surviving The Times lyrics - Nas

[Verse 1:]
I was young, I was surviving the times
Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was hoping I'm next
Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain-Rest In Peace
Even though that night you flipped on us
You warned us If you came back and we still on the corners,
We goners, moving on to...
Move your arm in your watch To another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side Where they say Shorty rhyme
Tragedy he used to come through all the time
I'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush; I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, fantasize house-buying
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just getting some answers
I ain't even know what a record advance was
I'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me
Same girl then, right now's a groupie
Back then, she was like the star in the movie
Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me
You see, every time Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at attempts to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did they know
Sixteen years later, here I go

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us
Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little money
Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter
Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper
My boy MC Serch nevertheless
Took me to Columbia, back then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam
Could you picture Russell needing a check, man
But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram
Life is I'll, again life's a movie
Then, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees
Before I sold records, no promotion
The rap world like, what's all this commotion
Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh
But back to the matter at hand
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats didn't make it alive
Dated some stars but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver's seat
Held myself down, just steering the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole record deal

Systematic lyrics - DJ Shadow (feat. Nas)

[Nas:]
The system will defeat itself
Nothing stays in a steady state It overheats and melts
It only feeds itself, the system
Yo I think it exists just because like a pit eats its pups eats its own litter up
The system's fucked, it's corrupt
As for its own survival, it's genocidal
No place and origin, no beginnin' cycle
Let's occupy our streets
It's crazy to think in the eighties
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
And Grand Puba, Maxwell to get cash while
I'm sippin' on drinks
And Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
I'm like a Russian mob figure, I'm mad low
In the shadows, pick up the shadow
DJ Shadow, a rose and thrown blows
Can't see me, but Nas movin' the fastest
I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses
I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses

Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I'm sayin'
Should make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I'm sayin'
Should make you feel is my new expression

Systematic
Systematic

I wish I was a arms dealer to sale illegal arms in the hood
No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
Lack of respect, get you to fall where you stood
Mathematics is God's language, it's in my blood
Art, music, letters and numbers
I'm a vessel, I'm humble
Meetin' start ups, I invest if I want to
Transformin' global markets with all of my partners
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
What's the ingredients to the realest?
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain't finished
Let it simmer to the cranberry pop a little
Keep stirrin', sip it, it's art like Keith Haring
It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I'm feelin'
Don't listen, just try to feel what I'm feelin'

Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I'm sayin'
Should make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I'm sayin'
Should make you feel is my new expression

Systematic, uh
Systematic

The world first
Remember the past?
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
Time is now
Time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time
Time-time is now
Wooh!

Tales From The Hood lyrics - Nas

Da ha
Da ha ha ha ha ha
Da ha ha ha
Da ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1]
It was '87
Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Niggaz gettin' it
Every block rise to perfection
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked
All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked
That's other niggaz territory had fiends in the cheese line
They told them fiends calm down, ten dollars each dime
They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car
They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa
Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money makin'
But one kid was into takin'
Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
Fort green he laid
First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade
Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
Dodgin' and runnin'
The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin'
They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
Niggaz got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
Niggaz so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
Stick-up niggaz so thug they got pits with sick names
Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it
But he was regulatin'
A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
They say he smiled in his casket
This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic

[Chorus: x2]
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'ma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you
Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to
You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands
Twenty to L' what's your plan take your grams
You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams
Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction
Thin line from life and death and my man checked in
A motel, same one as a young G he know well
Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done
Nobody to run to, what succumb to
My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street

[Chorus]
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Though it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

[Verse 3]
Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds
The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list
Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggaz would snitch
Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since
Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed
Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle
Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his
Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid
Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream
Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream
Seeing money's face starin' at him
In black space feelin' hands touchin' him
Wake up it got too much for him
Once liked to be alone
Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things
Now it's time to go home
Niggaz shocked to see him
Gave him respect what he was missin'
All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen"
So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love
Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs
He hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up
Now he seein' ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up
Psycho ward, rest of his life injected thorazine
Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene

[Chorus]
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood?
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, you understood

Teenage Thug lyrics - Nas (feat. Millenium Thug)


[Nas]
Don't hurt nuttin..

[Chorus]
A teenage thug (you can't tell them shit)
A teenage thug (nigga just chasin his dick)
A teenage thug (he want the world to recognize)
A teenage thug (he's a man now, fuck his size)
A teenage thug (can't stop him, they on the rise)
A teenage thug (the court of law despise)
A teenage thug
[M. Thug] Wanna fuck and puff lie
A teenage thug

[Nas]
Dreams of bein a doctor will deteriorate
Takin over the underworld was a clearer fate
Luxury cars, a hundred girls at my face
Laced the name brand, had my game plan mapped out
Lost respect for those cracked out
Most of my elders were failures
to the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic
The later I would hang, the greater my slang
It took my english, replaced it with game
Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets
Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared to pull it
Dared to do what I would
First blunt they passed me tasted nasty
Then overwhelmed in the spell the blunt had me
Eyes red, pants saggin
My first dime cut me off for braggin
that we was home alone tappin
Experimentin liquors, doin mixes, feelin sicker
Finish the Henn, throw the bottle, hope it hit ya

[Nas]
Blacked out, I can't see shit sober, not the least bit
Hold your head little man, y'all can't tell me shit
Try to knock the pants off shorty, my hair just cut
My Timbs just bought, the chain I sport I floss
Thugs walkin through the block party, hands on my drawers
Poppin cham' corks, posin like the man of New York
Talk to this hottie with my niggaz who quick to blast you
if you old cats, to these niggaz, they harass you

[Millenium Thug]
Hey yo cuz, growin up, I almost shattered my plans
Some might say, I'm young at heart, but I'm a grown-ass man
Givin food to my fam, damn, remember the first time
a street thug showed me how to pitch dimes
Only twelve in this hell where kids die
I want bricks off the scale and just slide, and let my shit fly
My Range shift by, I peel the road up
with my shirt up, sweatin, with the ice restin on my chest
Wild as a teenage thug

[Chorus]

[Millenium Thug]
Livin and lovin this life, cap peel pump niggaz
And since these thugs is trife, give 'em dap for that
Yo where your mack at? I got mine
Twist weed pop wine shift finds, at the end of the night, it's all fine
Livin and lovin, cash stack cousin
Yo' own fam blitz so quick, put clips through whips
Six type shit let you hold it, ice roll with
twenty below with gat golden, my hand look swollen
Under my glove shit rocky
Unless somebody in my life try to stop me, get popped papi
A breddern, straight to the head that my medicine
No fam of mine do time, we crime settlin
Deliverancy unbelivable, Na'shon tracks smash people
I chill up in the regal Eagle
And plus it clap happy all of them hoes that's born happy
I rip nappy, nature's to cut the roof off of Caddies
You see me?

[Chorus: w/ variations]

[Nas]
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin
Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
Don't hurt nuttin.. [fades out]

The Foulness lyrics - Nas

[Nas:]
Desert Storm
Firm Biz
Platinum

[DJ Clue:]
That's right... that's right

[Nas:]
What the deal is?

[DJ Clue:]
Clue

[Nature:]
I can take it back to blocks
Or all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain
Q-trains, playin the last stop
But regardless of rain
A mad hot
It neva mattered
Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me Savage
For the love of it
Till my death, they stay on sum other shit
Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness
Skyies are grayer, my whole clique despise the mayor
With dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs
Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed dat
It's only right though
I like em light, thin, and tight... cyco
Bony nails, ponytails, dressed in white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya

[Nas:]
React like what, clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, B what
I know some crews who go through cars like shoes
Some niggaz make the news, wild as animals, who saber tools on the A-venues
And V-waves, say shit from my pops stays, the dese days
And PJ's, 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 burnt
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 absurb
Some made me say 'Word? '
Dozed off, clothes off
Hopin to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word Up

[Nas: speaking]
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

[Nature:]
Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured
God explain it, we rollers want this dough and ganja
Visions of holdin toast I post bail join an arraignment
24, still have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, frontin kinda muscular
I buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin sheisty, 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 vultures, caught em hoppin outta carcasses
Niggaz is folders, phony potential beads is stolen
Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets light weed rightously on stolen land
Escapin out of state snakes to home a Sam
Foreva roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
Til my death day forever fresh
Stay frontin pushin G.S. three's
Who checkin me? I called a playa who said this, 'D
Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully'.

The General (Salute Me) lyrics - Nas (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz Beatz:]
Yo man, it's a real game out here
Know what I'm sayin Nas?
Beats back in effect man
Swizz Beatz da monsta (what's poppin?)

[Nas:]
Get in line, everybody get in line
Listen the fuck up, to what's going down
Pay attention, aight?

[Chorus: x2]
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 motherfuckin general

[Nas:]
When I walk through everything stops, silence
Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss
Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
Noises to a minimun nigga, I pop and I squeeze
I represent the pain and struggle
Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
Yo you testin with death
I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
They got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges
They got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges
They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's
Many fought teams and for green this is war
This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
Callin up the radio, don't want my records to air
Y'all ain't playin fair, to every rapper in the game,
I'm comin fo y'all blood, make room for the king... Nas

[Chorus x2]

[Nas:]
I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
Nobody touchin my crown, nobody dyin
Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walkin caskets
They talk a good one but there's never no action
And I'm the type to poison ya sista, twist her
Through with her, put the gun in your face and make you hit her
Make you quiver -when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
Light up a Cu-ban, recite a few psalms
Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
'Cause hate can frustrate, and confuse
Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move - ghetto
Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
Who be jumpin out of movin cars and land at my feet - because

[Chorus x2]

The Profecy lyrics - Nas (feat. Winchester Yankee)

[Yankee]
Coming from the shadow of the Iceland
We are Winchester Yankee "n" Nas Escobar
Pablo, What'z up pa?
[Nas]
What'z up pa? Keep it raw for ya
No doubt, P-R, Check it

[Nas]
Play your position, Focus on life see what you're missing
Reality, The tale or the caliver
45 nickels 9, Check the calendar
9-7 deep algebra, Black flaca
Ruled the world high, ??? with my ganster for single years
And rap words immulate my life for years
Autobiography a part of me
Portraits of the ill sh*t inside of me
Magnetic, Jigged up to my fatal wig
Any position I am, I find a way to live
Out of state, On the block, Or behind metal gate
Yo this heavyweight got cheddar to make
Smack your head off, Click wildling, Push thru
Puerto Rock warriors, Took you thru the drama
Escobaro, Pablo, Miliano, Papo take the world pronto
Word to mines, Genuine, Senor Juan at your table
Poison you, Mad fatal
Just the way it is when you let the hood raise you
Never let them hoes play you
Mental, Smart, Strong and stable

[Yankee]
Trenta-Trenta, Me sesenta metrales letal violenta
Alimente-Mental de toda mi gente completa
Fundamenta es mi letra, I represent the instrumental
Rapida lenta, Winchester se la inventa en lo noventa
Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan
Como el misterio, De cuando suena la trompeta
6-6-6 "yo" sera la marca de la bestia
Directo para tu frente o tu mano derecha
El infierno, Sobre la tierra
Socio, Que dice que en la calle tenia el jugo
Para cualqiera gatillo darle
Decia ??, Siempre vivira en mi vida en grande
Con tanta guilladeres ahora copera con lo federales
Se dejo llevar por la malda, El chico en todo momento
La envidia, Gatillo, Demonios que andan suerto
Tienen ojos y no miran como si tuvieran un bendaje
Nadie podra serrar mis ojos espirituales
Es para el gatillero que solo pienza en maltilleo
Gapea un par de saco para picharle al nevuleo
De momento se siente, Que lo pueden cojer dormido
Tiene que estar alerta haci que le mete al perico
De momento siente una persecucion enorme
No lo aguanta, Corre y lo baja con la ??
Entonce empieza el problema cuando le suertan el fulete
Lo patea el rifle, La misma historia al inocente
Y recuerdo las palabras de quien me tuvo en su ??
Tu futuro depende de la siembra de tu sobra
Cada cual es reponsable de su cosecha y la persona
Que siembra el gatillo su fruto sera la muerte
Espada muere, Al que tambien espada hiere
Impacta y mata, Lirica intocable intacta
No tengo enemigo, El unico es el Satan
Canta, Cosa que no sea ??
Quien es el ganster, Eres? What'z up? What'z up? What'z up?

[Nas]
"Yeah, Ya know the deally
Ya know the deally, When the cops get peally
For really, Check the drilly"
"Yo" ride expeditions, Diamonds, New York finest
Large gods, See the god Nas is time less
Mac official, Black pistol, Rap hit you
Much love to Puerto Rico, We rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
9-7 Big Nas love out to P-R
And we out like that, Keep the gaps cock back
"Winchester and Nas, On the rise baby
P-R to Q-B, Word up"

[Yankee]
"P-R, N-Y-C, Winchester Yankee
Para Puerto Rico, Boricua Guerrero
Soy valioso como Bernie Williams en este juego
"Ha, Ha, No doubt pa"

"Otra, Otra, Otra.."

The Rise And Fall lyrics - Nas (feat. AZ)

Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out

[Nas:]
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule
It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs
Made my first LP afford an h-class, my face gassed '94
Sold out in every record store
Local hood rats who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they're checking for
Showing crazy love ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs
Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating
My single in rotation on every radio station
Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block
Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot
Truly niggas was fighting over who was closely to me
Happy with the new representative of QB
To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it
With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it

[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]

This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
(Mega popular center of attraction)
I was the main event on the TV for a while
This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
(Mega popular center of attraction)
I was the main event on the TV for a while

[Nas:]
Came alize in the winter some of us rise to great adventure
I've brung New York back to real rap Venice
New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
Infinites for my girl for giving birth to my queen
3G's worth of chronic and weed, promoters were mad
I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street
Loot the crime, eventually sold my shine
Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying
You can guess niggas started saying "With all the success
Why is your mom still in the project? " I answered them best
Fuck out my face, pistol on my car four clip
I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit
So called mans supplied my chips, I was fronting
Niggas thought I was risk and got mad 'cause they was pumping
My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket
Kept the gun the same three/fifth that a nigga got bagged with

[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]

[Nas:]
Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space
Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face
Rappers I met, hoes in video cassette
No management, no more good life and no respect
Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks
Haunted by the thoughts; the second year album sophomore jinx
Where did I fell? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats
Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest
From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit
Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless
My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap niggas
Who snatched babies off to get back figures, Lessons from heaven
Every night I slept with my weapon to guard my family for a minute
I forgot my profession, not from Columbia or Nicaragua
Don't distribute coke from Antigua, that shipped out to Panama
Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end
Far from my life; a kid who made his fame from a pen
Hit the studio and change the game again
Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts
Triple platinum, got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques
Have you seen who I was? Just to know where I was at
Saw both sides of the game, all the ups and downs
This goes out to the future rap kings coming up now

[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]

The Second Coming lyrics - Nas

[Nas]
Third grade, singin Star Spandled Banner
Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
Animal behavior
Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
Socks long to my knees
Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
Can I hang wit my little gang out?
Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs, run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained underwears
Wipe yourself wit paper
Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
Was my future for this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change

[Chorus x2: all Nas samples]
"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
"It's like that, you know it's like that"
"Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"

[Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
Nixon was the anti-christ
Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies is born, big families started to blossom
Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
From tommy guns to mac 10's
QB's new born killers (shit is changed)

[Chorus x2]

[Nas]
Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
I remember park jams
Gazelles, perfect wave shell
Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
What project is this?
QB, Vernon and Tenth
12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done, just remember my name

[Chorus x2]

The World Is Yours (Original Remix) lyrics - Nas

"Who's world is this?" [x2]

[Verse 1].....la la la, la la la
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

[Chorus]
"Whose world is this?"
The world is yours
Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
"Whose world is this?"
Yeah the world is yours
To the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers
"Whose world is this?"
The world is yours
To my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans
"Whose world is this?"
@%*#, the world is mine
Holdin' a stolen cop's glock with G-notes in my hand
"Whose world is this?"

[Verse 2]
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
My insight enlights vision
Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition
To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism
Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
So many cultures in one planet but one culture's free
Son, I need weed to proceed
Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six six
There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays
I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray
Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle
The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lassle
Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential
The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental
How ya livin'? Large or broke uh
You're wasting time extortin papers from smokers
Cacthing court papers getting broker

[Chorus]
The world is mine
Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine
"Whose world is this?"
The whole world is mine
Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye
"Whose world is this?"

Ante up with the lye (La la la)
Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)
The hennylo, puff a lye y'all (La la la)
Don't stop the hennylo (La la la)
Who puff the lye? (La la la)
Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la)

[Verse 3]
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin bitches like the Phantom
The crew is lampin Ill Will style
Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the games
people play, I check the dames plus the games people play
bust the problems of the world today

"Who's world is this?" [x5]
[until end]
"La la la, la la la, la la la la la"

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air
Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole fuckin' Queens
My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real Lord
The Queensbridge nation, get it on
Fakin' no fuckin' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back
And big shout out to my man Killa, ?? is on you
L.E.S. on another murder quest, '94 and we out
Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere
Keep the la la goin'...

This Bitter Land lyrics - Nas (with Erykah Badu)

[from "The Land" soundtrack]

[Erykah Badu:]
This bitter land
Watered with my soul
The fruit it bears
Leaves me so cold
This bitter land
Does nothing for love
This bitter land
Brings pain from above, oh-oh

[Nas:]
Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks
The devil is behind me
In the ghetto where's you'll find me, it's where I stays at
Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire
But it never will define me
Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society
Tell 'em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology
Tryna feed my seeds
Getting high on weed, study my degrees
Stay fly, getting paper
With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green
I'm a lean, taking Percs as a bit of Earth
Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean
It's a test, life is a test
Life is like a hood, hard
Trying not to fall between the cracks
In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark
Seems more appealing than the light in the land
Where you gotta fight
Catch a body in the night, we need a plan
To survive, to survive the land
Survive the storm, when it comes through
Either you're busy living or busy dying, look what it's come to
Look what it's come to, so what you're gonna do?

[Erykah Badu:]
This bitter land is far too real
This bitter land, it does not heal
Cause in the land skies are grey
But we fight the storms that come our way
A boy who strives to be a man
Must push to lead with all he can
Oh, this bitter land
Oh, bitter land
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
This bitter land can't stop my fight
This bitter land

[Nas (Erykah Badu):]
Look what it's come to
So what you gonna do?
(My land)

True Dialect lyrics - Nas

1 A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.
With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause - gets hot,
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fake the plot
While - walk around with' all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel, others the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.

U Wanna Be Me lyrics - Nas

[from "8 Mile" soundtrack]

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

[Chorus]

[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

[Chorus]

You can't be me

Wanna Play (Rough?) lyrics - Nas

[Verse One:]

Yo, the Lord is my shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son
'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
before they choose an education
but once dead their ain't no awakenin'
so like once said, life aint for fakin
yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?
fuck waitin'
got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
when I aim I aint missin', master of assasination'
I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
is this the truth?
this is what we do, sip a brew
wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
as soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
you guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'

[Chorus] Okay, you wanna play rough?!
[gun shots] [scratching - a thug changes, and love changes] [x3]
Okay yo, we could play rough!

[Verse Two:]

Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?
but I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought
I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
may they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
pull the strap from under the seat
back up in the street
watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
empty every shell in their direction
its you, I should've guessed it!
same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
never thought I'd be in his home
with his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
fuckin' with me, you should've known
I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
what money can do, get you hit for less than a G
for threatenin' me
I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
killin' you niggas with nothin'
left him dead, engine runnin'
you the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
they gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
but before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
for pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?
now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback
somebody kncokin', who dat?
"a cop man", let him in
and give that mothafucka one under the chin
cant believe this nigga down with the Feds!
the copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
dont explain, I put the pound on his head
blew 'em! before that I cant remember the last time I said......
Okay, so we gonna play rough!

[Chorus]

War lyrics - Nas (feat. Raye)

[from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack]


[Raye:]
Oh yeah-yeah
Oh-na-na-na, uhm

Concrete bricks, bullet proof vests
I'm proud of these walls that I built to defend
To protect this bold heart
This bold heart
But the way you marched into my home not [?]
Army with the weapon and your arm not [?]
Would be cold heart, your cold heart

[Nas:]
I'm like Nat, I'm like Nat
I'm a man of God but where is christ at
And even though my name is Nas I am like Nat
Is this me declaring war? White flags
I now know why I was even born
To strike back
A full moon up in the sky, that's a sign that
It's time to get my liberation, the perfect configuration
It's the birth of a nation, men white and black
Mother father, caucasian
My blood Indian, native
So now I'm contemplating being like Nat
Bout to show you what I'm made of
I'm what racists are afraid of
No mule and the 40 acres
And despite that
Watch out for the traitors
When they say make America great again do they mean make us all slaves again?
Don't be sidetracked

[Raye:]
Is this you declaring war?
No we will never wave the white flag, the white flag
So you think I'm gonna run now?
No the time has come to fight back, to fight back
This is me declaring war
This is me declaring war, war
This is me declaring war, war

[Nas:]
Don't want to be a victim no more
Depicted as a criminal, especially when you're poor
Why doesn't the government order capital punishment
To officers
Who racial profile and put slugs in us
Makes me think they want us extinct
On the brink of insanity
We screaming justice, they sending tanks, the man in me
Demand that we protect the family, anarchy
Ku-Klux-Klan and him demand that he damage me
So my fantasy is every single one of us
Come against the evil divide the people it's common sense
The fury, I hope the whole world hear me
No justice till I became a revolutionary
No matter if you're red, white, black
If you want freedom then we're all like Nat

[Raye:]
Is this you declaring war?
No we will never wave the white flag, the white flag
So you think I'm gonna run now?
No the time has come to fight back, to fight back
This is me declaring war
This is me declaring war, war
This is me declaring war, war

Dear America, it's time for a better America
There's a little Nat Turner in every one of us
No matter if you're red, white, black
If you want freedom then we're all like Nat
War, war (war), war, war
Declare war
It's time
Let the spirit of Nat Turner live forever

War Is Necessary lyrics - Nas

[from "The Music of Grand Theft Auto IV"]

[Chorus]
War is necessary
War brings pain
But war is necessary
War brings peace
Cause war is necessary
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
War brings hate
(Esco let's go let's go let's go)

War is necessary
War brings pain
(Esco let's go)
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
My niggas war ready

[Verse 1]
Staring at the face of my watch, its like a crystal ball
With the ability to make the issue stall
I told my man duck, cause I know where the missile fall
Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich or small
Went to my man’s crib who dead and saw his picture fall
I picked it up, his voice whispered nigga ball
So I smoke the finest, (85 for the ocean liners?)
I do it for the have-nots I'm at spots
That resembles screen savers on ya lap tops
And they cant believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop
I be in Cameroon bandanas on silk Dior
Sip cream liqueur, green and blue FLIA velour's suits
Boss smooth, the only thing I endorse duke
Stash houses, gamble, I don’t sweat a lawsuit
All true in living god we was here first
Parisian linen garb and cashmere shirts

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Who’s crew was realist? Shot up the movie theaters
Time square, 88 who’s crew was in it
(Photographed was?) sittin on wood wicker chairs
40oz in the lap, givin off wicked stares
Punch out kings, bustin pistols in the air
Hangin out a Cutlass Supreme window like "bitch come here"
Girls cussin back at us with the fattest asses
Like "who you callin bitch little black bastards"
We had to wave the flag, here come they baby dad
Drug dealers in the crazy jag looking crazy mad
They all thought they was sparkle, fucking killer men
But we was all black seeds as Fred Williamson
It was so simple.
Now I’m refelctin in this gold Enzo
Face it, my favorite trinket was that Teddy riley guy bracelet
So now its fly shit I’m draped in. Customized shit I’m makin

[Repeat Chorus]

We March As Millions lyrics - Nas

[Dr. Benjamin Muhammad]
Its much more than a March
It will be the beginin of a movement
Millions more movement; let us begin

Tell us what you hear!

[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch upon some real issues
Senators, Government Officials
Sit at the conference and listen
Have a Coke and a Mineral water
And say reminisce, George L. Jackson
Malcolm X last win when I'm rappin
Americans, Africans, Asians, Russians, and Arab men
Send your clergymen to journey wit Nas from Queens projects
I promise unforgettable experience
compare me wit, Imhotep get M.O. Dep
History was stolen, get in my zone
what makes the power that beef? less gangsta then Al Campone
Rosetta stone was stolen like Chicago was
Think I'm a thug?, lets talk about some conquerors
Napoleon, Sun Tzu, Genghis Khan
Hitler, Edi Amin, I'm the tale of the hunt
Let's bring back to the cat that invented the gun
From the Indians all the way to the Pentagon
I'm sittin on Capitol Hill
I'm composin this rhyme, guarantee to make all of y'all feel
The beauty that was trapped under siege
Believe in yourself you'll be free, take it from me

[Voice Samples]
We will not surrender or we will not back down
We keep overactin
Throw a fist for black power
Tell us what you hear
Why do we March? to protest Government policy
We March because the time to fight back
We March for education
Throw a fist for black power
Tell us what you hear
Why do we March? We March to save the soul of America

[Nas]
The rejection of what's right could mean you in denial
It either breaks you or makes you becomes hostile
I swallow many lives before tastin the truth
In the beginin there was darkness, beautiful you
How will life be without night?, no tranquility?
No way to get away and rest no stability?
I can't see the sky without the moon and the stars
The sunlight; blockin everythin the King I'm involved
People worship the Madonna in the shrines in Spains
I'm proud to share the same blood type in veins
The holy mother...the loneliest color remains
Can't be tamperin, die loot the chains
They try make you not want it, make you run from it
The wickest men, want the ebony punish
It's so seductive it's sensuous in my clutches
Hot as fire when Moses saw burnin bushes
So abused and misused and mistreated
Makin men wanna get drunk and get weed it
People wild when she comes out pull out and party
Catch her body, fornicate some start beef
Chain reaction cuz it's in the air
The lost tribe scattered everywhere
From the North thru West Hemisphere
Scientist and Archaeologist conceal the obvious
The dead, livin and little children over time of this
Obsession coursin, every essence of magnetism every organism when it come to it
All question 'bout Resurrection and your connection with God
It's answered wit the beast in your heart

[Voice Samples]
We will not surrender or we will not back down
We keep overactin
Throw a fist for black power
Tell us what you hear
Why do we March? to protest Government policy
We March because the time to fight back
We March for education
Throw a fist for black power
Tell us what you hear
Why do we March? We March to save the soul of America

Westwood Classic Freestyle lyrics - Nas

[Nas:]
Foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
Back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank

[Chorus: Nas]
It Goes On to the Break Of Dawn, Listening to Words, Knowledge, Word Is Bond
It Goes On to the Break Of Dawn, Listen to the Words, and the Knowledge

[Nas:]
I keep a gem-star razor under my tongue... and near my gums
When I'm not strapped... blow just before you cock your glocc back
Touch your temple, leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
The shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G
Walk around mega hard, like wateva God...
You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred
I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks
And posers that I'm smoking with
Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless
I leave your brain stuck
Giving hoes a plain fuck
They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had of...
Lefted struck, now whose next up...
I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word Up
A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing...
No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King
Slaughter... drinking head rock...
Forget water, peace to my niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder

[Chorus: Nas]
It Goes On, Word Is Bond... Word Is Bond... Lettin Nas Nas be Born... With Westwood
Yea

[Nas:]
Pardon the Curses, but just in the verses, when I...
Was a kid, I used to blow up the churches
But now, I got older, snatching purses
Walking around, I'm a nervous reck
What the heck?
Don't disrespect...
Cause if you do... you might get hit with the tec
Off the top of my head
Yes, I'm a blunthead
The F.I... F.B.I. want me dead
But yea... I might stutter
When I'm still crazy butter
Doing whatever you want
I'm from the gutter...
Queensbridge, where I live... New York City
Where it comes by, and the girls look pretty
Like my man Malakai said...
It goes on, Word Is Bond... till the end, my friend I wanna drive me a Benz...
I swear... and my motherfucking real name is Nasir... Yea
It Goes On, Like Dat, It Don't Stop
I keep it real rocking that New York Hip Hop
Straight outta Queens, by all means
I chill with sess fiends, in Guess Jeans
Yes, Yes, It's On

Where Are They Now (80's Remix) lyrics - Nas (feat. MC Shan, Raheem (Furious Five), Doctor Ice & Kangol (UTFO), Kool Moe Dee, Sha Rock (Funky Four + 1), Tito (Fearless Four), Grandmaster Caz, Linque (Isis From X-Clan), Dana Dane, Pebblee Poo & Just Ice)

[Sample of the late James Brown's "Get Up, Get Into it, Get involved"]

[Bobby Byrd:] ("GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!")

[Intro: Nas]
Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop still dead
1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here
I asked where they are, here they are

[Verse 1: MC Shan (Nas)]
Hip Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!)
Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core
Now it's all good best friends became gladiators
Matter fact you blow more steam than hot gladiators
Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't hatin (80's!!!)
Cause I still spit fire like the Son of Satan
Shan motherfucker and I'm Queensbridge bred
Check Myspace (Queens!!!) Forever will they bare my face

[Verse 2: Raheem from The Furious Five (Nas)]
Who said lightnin can't strike in the same place twice
Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice
Yeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!!!)
I had you open before crack, cocaine grow-in
Before The Fever, before +Missy's+ first +Misdemeanor+
Before Run's, first pair of Adidas, got heaters
And I pop pop, pop, pop, heaters
Stop dealers, on my block was the first hot wheeler

[Verse 3: Doctor Ice from UTFO (Nas)]
You never knew (1980's y'all!!!) Somethin so butter could come from the gutter
I'm, Doctor Ice the diamond the cutter
Like, Jacob The Jeweler and Rick is The Ruler (UTFO!!!)
Boogie Down Kris is The Teacher but Doc run the schoolin
Y'all got y'all, sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefas
We got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefers
My work is, never in vain, born to insert
So even when I'm buried, I'm still the diamond in the dirt, let's work

[Verse 4: Kangol from UTFO (Nas) {Ladies Screaming Kangol's name}]
{Go Kangol!!} Yeah what's up fam?
My chick for twenty years tried to cut your man
She tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pans
I'm on to project Plan B, nigga fuck Roxanne!!! (Get focused y'all!!!)
Tried to take the pot I piss in, now the chick outta my system
The whooped niggas need to listen listen listen listen
Cock aim fire don't you miss 'em miss 'em miss 'em
And every chance you get you diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em

[Chorus: Nas]
HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
{Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all!!!}
(Where are they now?)
{Your man Nas, I asked y'all where they at? The pioneers I got love for them man that's why I'm doin this}
{I got love for them man, so here they are two thousand and seven, yeah}
(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)

[Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee (Nas)]
Where am I? On high with a pen
Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all)
You call him God's Son, I call him God sent
First the God sent me, then the God Rakim
How can Nas not win when the God sent him
To resurrect true rhyme God kingdom
You should say amen when you see me
When you pray I'm him then you believe me

[Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 (Nas)]
Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethin
Mother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethin
I got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the culture
Yo Nas brought us back on this track so bring it back (They don't stop y'all!)
From dusk to dawn equip the mic on my palm
I bring the love so you can get it on
Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop
For realla, come under from some of you niggas

[Verse 7: Tito from Fearless Four (Nas)]
You cats is foul frontin like you hard as a rock
When these brothers were the buildin blocks, that made you turn up the box
Doug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew, To Markie D and Cool Rock (Know your history y'all!!!)
Rest in peace to the Human Beat Box (Know your history!)
Like when I first heard Jay, Darryl and Joe, saw a UTFO
I knew right then and there I wanna blow
There need to be a museum where everybody could see 'em
Said everybody take some pedium, and get respect

[Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz from The Cold Crush Brothers]
You got another thing comin if you think me and my man ain't sellin
Got more gold than Mr. Drum and we sellin
Through Welcome To The Terrordome, niggas are ever wrong
That's why you get no ends, but just in case
you got a death wish, for flare for the dramatics
There's some static in the attic {?} hid it looking at it
I'm a 'matic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it
I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz!!!

[Chorus: Nas]
HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!)
{Grandmaster Caz, y'all know what this is do y'all know what this means!!!}
{The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track}
(Where are they now?)
{To rap, took time out of there schedule, when y'all ain't even got no love}
{But they still givin y'all love, that's hip hop y'all}
(HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
{Give it up to the OG's the original gangstas of Rap, yeah}

[Verse 9: Linque AKA Isis from X-Clan]
Nas you had to ask Linque, where you been?
Rippin on the mics with the devilish grin
Sort of like a tack cause I stay under they skin
Cause when I open up my mouth I blow them chicks to the wind
Don't get besides yourself like you Siamese twins [Professor X:] ("This is protected!")
Still got the pen to make the ?message of sin? ("By the red, the black")
You bring it back I do it over again ("and the green")
Exposin those who pretend, stay on my grind 'til the end

[Verse 10: Dana Dane (Nas)]
First there was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!)
Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day
Moms moved and born {?}, dad hit the freeway
My young life was screenplay, better yet a cliché (I can't believe it!)
To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say?
They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae
We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day
Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it

[Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)]
C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crew
First name Pebblee, last name Poo (Oh!)
Gina Parks? says a {?} I'm a leader, theiver, greeter
Last mark the game like Run and them Adidas (Do the history ya'll!!!)
I'm a real estate investor but, I still blessed her
Microphone teacher outta Alpha Four ?"Beavers?
Hold on I get deeper, dope b-boy speaker
Practice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh

[Verse 12: Just Ice (Nas)]
Just the mic and make 'em stand up (RAW!)
Lyrics are legendary status so get ya hands up
Clap to the freestyle (Just Ice!) dance, but in the meanwhile
Cool calm collected, smooth that's how I get down
Then at the stage, hold 'em up like a twelve gauge
Page after page, all you see is a pure rage!
So pass the gat, grab ?taps? for the beat
Just Ice signing off (Whaaat?!) Yo I'm out y'all, PEACE!!!!!

[Outro: Nas]
Yo that's incredible man play that again!!!

Wrote My Way Out lyrics - Nas (with Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda & Aloe Blacc)

(from "The Hamilton Mixtape")

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
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
Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Nas:]
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?

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
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
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Dave East:]
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', trips 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

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
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
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
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? Blah! 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

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
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

[Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
I wrote my way out
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the

[Nas & Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
(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

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