Stillmatic (The Intro) Lyrics
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
Heart of a King
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"
I
crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought
I'll make another "Illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never
backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By
now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The
Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto
trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls,
45's playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash
browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I
learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's
soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs,
shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven
and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I
know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert
searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Out for
the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did
it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game
get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style
back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up
hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real
Professionals, stick up childs dreaming
for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals
this is survival
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave,
Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh,
Braveheart
Ether Lyrics
[gunshots]
[Nas talking]
("F*ck Jay-Z")
What's up
niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("F*ck
Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("F*ck
Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) F*ck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all
impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not
positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North,
South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts,
left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got
this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check
it
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed,
pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all
kneel and kiss the f*ckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been f*cked
over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be
gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
(uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well
wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money,
man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was
sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up
my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his
soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya
man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips,
whyn't you let the late, great veteran
live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across
the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown
at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it
niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your
soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I
smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only
concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they
called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make
records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased
through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my
numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my
face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash,
no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin
with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip
your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it
out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm
tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make
your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get
it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of
his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put
it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my
spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a
pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you
kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of
your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a
rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take
the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to
Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you
love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha,
R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and
clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat
lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit,
apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
Got Yourself A Gun Lyrics
[sample singing]
"Woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you
got yourself a gun"..
[Chorus]
Yo I'm livin' in this time
behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun")
You
from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got
yourself a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to
front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself
a gun")
[Verse 1]
My first album had no famous guest
appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist
many years on
this professional level
why would you question who's better?
the World is
still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of
rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
to take it back to Africa,
I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
You
lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
the wrath of a killer,
'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder
pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
every word is
like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
that
came to haul y'all ass in
it's for the hood by the corner store
many try,
many die, come at Nas if you want a war.
[Chorus]
[Verse
2]
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
and If I wasn't I must've been
Escobar
you know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair parted with a
barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, it's -
the return of the
Golden Child, son of a blues player
so who are you playa? y'all awaited the
true savior
puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore
up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through
righteous steps
you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
death
y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
call me Gods Son,
with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
this
is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin'
hit the record
sto', never let me go, get my whole
collection.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's - the -
return of the Prince, the boss
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp
Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
stick shift look
sick up in that boxsta Porsche
with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the
source
they don't know about the blocks I'm on
and everybody wanna know
where the kid live, where he rest at?
where he shop at and dress at?
know
he got dough, where does he live?
is he still in the bridge?
does he
really know how ill that he is?
got all of y'all watchin' my moves
my
watch and my jewels
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
It's not
only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
that
Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader,
quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
[Chorus]
Smokin' Lyrics
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the
Earths)
Pass that shit homey
[Intro/Chorus]
Now tell me what
y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move
potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in
motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
c'mon
[Verse One]
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in
his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flappin they gums, do he be
clappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What
is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they
read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at
judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your
galaxy
September '73, up in these wild streets
F*ckin these wild freaks, a
harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my
clothes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
My nigga smoke with
one lung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The liquor bottle's
almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's
meant to be
You f*ckin with a general
No discussion is the principle we
bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Like we cam to
fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels comin for you
Spirit horse
runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you,
who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry,
witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all
your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
[Chorus]
[Verse
Three]
Pardon but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next
to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggaz right
hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's
say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real stay true stay
holdin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I shall never, cooperate
with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one
of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I
swear
I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
of
underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga still yet to
be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it
around)
[Chorus]
[repeat until fade]
Wanna get
high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, light it up
You're The Man Lyrics
Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I
overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of
flames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas - too real, Nas -
true king
It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
Your arms too short to
box with god
I don't kill soloists only kill squads
Fame went to they
head, so now it's "F*ck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough
guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies
tryna' do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept
changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
Now you wanna hang with niggas I
hung with
F*ck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
If I, ever make a
record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my
exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never
asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of
the streets
But look at me now
[Chorus]
"You're the man"
"You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man"
"You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man"
"You're the man"
But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast
cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It's suicidal, how I smoke in
so much la'
I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
Wish I could flap
wings and fly away
To where black kings and Ghana stay
So I could get on
my flesh right away
But that'll be the day when it's peace
When my gat
don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to play
Sex with death,
indulge in these women
Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal
fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
Like the Exorcist, then
they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin
me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If
I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, starin at my
reflection
In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my
conception
When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's
throne
My destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so
painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so
thankful
[Chorus to fade]
Rewind Lyrics
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put
it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a
story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the
gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square
one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's
like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan
doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse,
slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he
there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes
back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his
weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to
Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of
AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen
up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was
like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I
had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on
enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm
laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came
back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a
hug
I told her, "No hell"
She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head
then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta
spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and
told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga
behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka
back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two,
to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard
the voicemail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta
kill"
[Message Beep]
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear
me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him,
right now, I see him right now!
Let's kill him)
[Message
Beep]
"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
One Mic Lyrics
[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time.. yeah..
yeah..
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front,
my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One
God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood;
mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow
tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood
politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us,
grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try
knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got
up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his
Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I
shoot back, f*ck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep,
to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is
grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip
from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers
and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with
doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT
NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
[whispering again]
Yo, all
I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need
is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic..
yeah
[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one
page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact
maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, f*ck alla
them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks
there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was
holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta
die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the
innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart
is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years,
too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If
y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold
it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we
bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE
TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE
TIME IS NOW!!
[whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. that's
all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in
the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing
y'know
All I need is one mic..
[starting loud this time, getting
quieter]
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT
I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top,
too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches
do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know,
what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm
a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What
you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is
everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in
prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a
youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the
dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my
name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause
they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when
her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same
mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is
straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was,
tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right
track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is
now
All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one
mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, f*ck cash
All I need is one
mic.. f*ck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice
to the whole world
2nd Childhood Lyrics
[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - "..
who else could it be"
"Nas.."
[Nas]
Yo
Explode, my
thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir would
explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's
Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long time
ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider
paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone,
'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge
Sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I
knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin
Learned early, to fear none little
Nas was huntin
Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
Y'all actin
like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second
childhood
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"Cause when I flow the for the
street.." - ".. who else could it be"
"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
"Resurrect,
through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
"Make everything right.." -
"Get yours, nigga"
[Nas]
Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms
crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his
hair, still slingin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin
Comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's
in the same spot
he stood since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he
by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never
cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves
with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin on, different
benches like it's musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on
the corners at night
with young dudes it's them he wanna be like
It's sad
but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth, he's
in his second childhood
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Baby girl
she's always talkin name droppin hangin late
Drinkin smokin hates her baby
daddy, craves shoppin
E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her
education
Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations
Lustin
men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With nothin in her bank account frontin she do
well
Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the
Earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay workin, mad purty
Shorty
they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin she the same person, never
matures
All her friends married doin well
She's in the streets yakkety
yakkin like she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her
own right, polite, guess she's in her second
childhood
[Chorus]
"Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" -
"Nas.."
Destroy & Rebuild Lyrics
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects,
Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest
rappers
[Nas]
He held a mass appeal and a little boy
smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I
feel like telling some stories
First theres this arrogent f*ck, his names
Cory
Hung around my mans Like and Big Trevor
Trevors still locked up,
Likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to arr, whatever
Cornchip,
Buckwheat lookalike, its Mega
Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But
its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester
be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But
thats Nas always looking out for breadrin
Cause when brethren don't return
love it don't stress him
Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize
real
Still laughing to the bank and shit
Back to Cor, got him a deal but
his rhymes was whack
Def Jam mad that he signed the contract
Now he got
jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his
mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega for the record you could suck
my dick
Bitch you from around the way its sad what this do to me
But
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
[Chorus x2]
They say the
bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild
it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest
hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is
over
[Nas]
Since we on the subject of traders and
flunkies
Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that
wanna be me but cannot
Its like King Arther and Knight Sir
Lance-A-Lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told
you Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I
always knew he wanted my downfall
He would say his little slick shit and act
real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a
Braveheart to get back your jewelry
You aint from my hood, don't even rep
Q.B.
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to
say
Man Nature moved to Marcy
Back with ass niggas in fear
F*ck them
niggas go head with the progam man proceed
Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car
thief
Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or
corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of
blood anger
Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get
filthy rich, its just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more
community
Queensbridge, we gotta have
unity
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I put the name on the map
after Marly and Shan
Q.B. before the ROC had one jam
Before the Death Row
and Bad Boy beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the
weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap
stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times aint you shamed
that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back
They dont
respect you a checks due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm
saying your name (Mega, Mega)
Hoes play your position cause you'll never be
king
Even Jigga want the crown, ?? poor thing
I'm representing
Queensbridge U.S.A.
Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay
All you
little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is
back
So haters say
[Chorus]
[Talking]
The
bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and
breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this
shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what
I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save
everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be
untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real
And thats real, ayo
Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man,
be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself
nigga or dont even rep this
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real
gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where
you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at
man?
All of a sudden you the motherf*ckin Neo Brown of the f*cking
hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines
Keep my name out your
motherf*cking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and
rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas
been hating me since I been nine, shining
with suede motherf*cking balles on
in silks
I'ma always be the young don, dont be like the niggas on the other
side
Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas
come up and get this money and move on baby
Q.B.
The Flyest Lyrics
(feat. AZV)
[Nas] Geah
[AZV]
Peace king
[Nas] Peace king
[AZV] Listen, they wrote a book
on your life
[Nas] Right
[AZV] You think anybody'll read
it?
[Nas] No f*ckin doubt!
[AZV] Let's make history
homey
[Nas] Aight then
[AZV] You know we brought the hoes
clothes and money rolls to the table
[Nas - laughing] No, f*ckin,
doubt
[AZV] It's time to manifest this
[Nas] Shit we the
flyest nigga
[AZV] Bring it to a whole, y'know?
[Nas]
Gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so
cold
Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know
Bitches in heat for
niggaz that got dough
We the flyest gangsters
What you don't got is my
natural glow
Countin out stacks and mackin out hoes
Pushin big dicks and
packin our chrome
We the flyest gangsters
[AZ]
Follow, I'm
like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel
me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate
dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of
these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with
ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been blessed
with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge
prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the
circumstances I'ma stay filthy
Dough forever, the live stay low
forever
And f*ck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
One
dependant, no wife, one co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with
vengeance
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I do what I can do when
I can do it
Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin
Live how I live
it's only cause I been through it
Learn to try it like to eat it and shit
it's nuttin to it
Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin
outside
I'll never catch a vehicular homicide
My music is a description of
my vibe of course
My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my
fork
Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
You pray to bless
the food but first you wash your hands
to wash away them bad spirits, don't
bring it in your home
Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say
it
I'm proud I'm ace but givin himself to the Lord
Wanted his Faith, think
about Big anymore
Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is
changin
We ain't these little niggaz no more, runnin dangerous
I like to
bone, I'm a peaceful brother
Eat up so much the girls call me seafood
lover
Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em
I'm Hercules Hercules
when havin relations, the flyest
[Chorus]
[Nas] We
put this on the, soul of our born
[AZV] As we hold the
Qu'ran
[Nas] Kamikaze style
[AZV] Older cats coachin us
on
[Nas] Yo it's kill or be killed
[AZV] Understand, real'll
be real
[Nas] A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY
KNEEL
[AZV] Identity sealed, protected by
[Nas] our energy
shield
[AZV] And f*ck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy
killed
[Nas] Close the books
[AZV] Was taught never expose a
crook
[Nas] Between the knight and the bishop
[AZV] Wanna
knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead
[Nas] I ain't
light niggaz recite
[AZV] Too impaired to breathe
[Nas] WE
BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET?
[Nas]
Now watch how we close the market, motherf*ckers
[Chorus - repeat
2X]
Braveheart Party Lyrics
(feat. Mary J. Blige, Jungle &
Wiz)
[Intro (Nas)]
Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo
Wiz...
Come on man... Let's do this
It's a Braveheart party
y'all
C'mon
[Chorus (Mary)]
Throw your hands up cuz we wanna
dance
Don't be afraid just take a chance
Cuz this beat will rock your
body
Get up on the floor and party
Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna
do
Thinkin' while I have a drink or two
Throw your hands up
everybody
Get up on the floor and party
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
I
move at night, respect my gangsta
Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is
right
The club is righteous, tight with family
Squeezin on big old bubbles
with no panties
Ladies who's sexually free
And once in a while live on the
wild side, kinky & nasty
Middle fingers up and say "F*ck the
world"
Throw your hands up, they can't f*ck with you girl
And my fellas,
two time felons, two nine tote and lethal
Quick to leave you wide open, if
you gettin' tore down
Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel
thugged out
Put yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2
(Jungle)]
I pull in a V12 drop all red
Look at ma with that cat paw
tat on'er leg
Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you
Show you what
your body made for, you're official
You could be my baby mama lookin like
that
What you drink, champagne or Cognac
What you like dancin diamonds,
Dolce Gabbana
Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada
A nigga like Jungle to
always come thru
Shine in yo hood whenever the f*ck you want to
Cause I'ma
B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB
Put'em up...
[Repeat
Chorus]
Party all night (Party all night)
Let's drink, no fights
(Let's drink, no fights)
Party all night (Whachu wan' do?)
Let's drink, no
fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...)
[Verse 3 (Wiz)]
I'm
blaze, haze for days
Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid
Mac out corner
I got it's all laid
Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face
Now do she
want me to touch her?
Or do she want me to see?
F*ck is she comin wit
me
A true BHG Wiz, not complex
Chin checks if it get hectic
Nigga
Braveheart respected
Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it
And if I
can't talk it, the false big cop a case
I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch
and take it to the face
Throw yo hands up
[Repeat Chorus
2X]
Rule Lyrics
[talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo
Life, they wonder,
can they take me under?
Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo
I come from the
housin tenement buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for
death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads
dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With survival of the fittest, everyday
is a chal'
I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
Confronted with
racism, started to feel foreign
Like, the darker you are the realer your
problems
I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin
On this life
mission, never know what's next
Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius
Cezar
Had a piece of the globe, every continent
Yo, there's Asia, Africa,
Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanstan
Yo, there's
Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like
savages
No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes
mankind extinct
But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms
fightin
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we
must stop the killin
Tell me why we die, we all God's
children
[Chorus - Amerie, Nas in background]
World is hating,
that's forever (uh, c'mon)
It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the
world)
Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what,
c'mon)
World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
Yo, there's
brothers on the block, posted up like they own it
That's they corner, from
New York to California
Got blocks locked down
Like, "dog you safe whenever
you with me, see this is my town"
So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes
to prison
At an early age, already know it's against him
So in order for
him to survive, one day he must
Open up his eyes to the set backs and
rise
'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
Look at
what this country's got
There shouldn't be nobody homeless
How can the
president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet
The earth wasn't
made for one man to rule alone
To all colors increases, to home it
belongs
I want land, mansions, banks and gold
The diamonds in Africa, oil
in my control
The world's natural resources, all its residuals
But then
comes foes, I have to gaurd it with missels
And I become the most
wanted
But is it worth hearin a million people problems and followed by
Secret Service
I guess, attempts at my life with loaded barrels
So move
over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel,
yo
[Chorus]
Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the
right time
No other compares to what Nas write down
Tell you my dreams,
show you my pain is yours
You could get what you love, be a chain in
cause
You alive right now
There's so many that's dead or locked up inside
the beast, I'm a hot light now
It's whatever man think of manifest to the
real
The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals
All this hate can't
forever last
All my ghetto heroes in Heaven, it's like you right here and
never passed
You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again
Hopin I
reach the world leaders and win
Ain't nothin without struggle, listen up,
it's critical
We used to fear arms, now the weapons are chemical
In
Hip-Hop, the weapons are lyrical
To be the best you challenge the best, then
the blessings are spiritual
Top of the world for the kid and unless
Poppin
any rapper's head off his shoulders no contest
I know the Most High hear me,
so fly you can't near me
You scared of a mirror, my theory is that -
knowledge is power
To every projects and every street corner, we gotta get
ours now
[Chorus]
[talking]
Yo, niggas ain't
forget shit, know what I'm sayin?
Niggas ain't forget nothin
Men, women
and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you
know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you want
out of life
Whatever you feel is rightfully yours, go out and take it
Even
if that means blood and death
You know, that's what I was raised up on,
that's what this country's about
This is what my country is, and my country's
a muthaf*cka
My Country Lyrics
(feat. Millenium Thug)
American born, American
raised, American made
[Chorus 2X]
My country shitted on me (My
country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen
(We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too
much)
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
It was packed on the Ryker's bus
The
tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's
lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if
they knew
What my pistol would do, a f*ckin' killa
Mothers of dope fiend
embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no
teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't
remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this
society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two
little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
Mother's a junkie,
she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much
better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin'
revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the
words he would cry
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Millenium
Thug)]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a f*ck, you that bold,
then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
F*ck a
20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for
manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for
the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now
we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see 4
miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew
crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a
mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin'
and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But
yo
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium
Thug)]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and
pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some
for rape
Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
How is
the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine
guns
Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than
this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm
startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin'
the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar
business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business, I'm
bout to rebel
[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]
There's not a bitch in
sight
All block bench, all block gates
All gray fence, look who f*cked it
all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin'
bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his
head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug fest
I just buried 8 of mine,
at night I hear grown men cryin'
You know I'm spittin' mine
I ain't goin'
out here, we gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went
in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my
back
Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
I don't know
what they broadcast, the news hash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I
wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just
say
[Repeat Chorus]
[Nas talking...]
What Goes Around Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ayo its poison, ecstacy, coke
You say its love, it is
poison
Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is
poison
Physicians prescripting us medicine which is poison
Doctors
injecting our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is
poison
[Verse 1]
Niggas up in my hood be getting shot giving
poison
In hospitals, shots rittle the block
Little children and elderly
women run for their lives
Drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody
dies,
Must be out my f*cking mind, what is this, the hundreth
time?
Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
You know the
usual, death comes in threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if
you measure life by how one lives and what he did
Its funny how these black
killer companies is making money off us
Fast food, colas, sodas skull and
bone crossers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Sisters up in my
hood trying to do good given choices
When pregnant drop out of school or have
abortions
Stop working hoping that they find a man that will support
them
Up late night on they mothers cordless, thinking a perm or
Bleaching
cream will make better when they gorgeous
White girls tanning, lypo
suction
Fake titties are implanted, fake lips thats life
destruction
Lightskin women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves
Denying
even they blood
I don't judge Tiger Woods but I overstand the mental
poison
Thats even worser than drugs
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
And any thoughts of taking
me down is poison
Who want beef now, my heat shell annoyed them,
plaow
[Talking]
Never to worry, all the wrong doers got it
coming back to em
A thousand times over
Every dog has its day and
everything flips around
Even the most greatest nation in the world has it
coming back to em
Everyone reaps what they sew that's how it goes
Innocent
lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it
Yall be
strong
[Verse 4]
The China-men built the railroad
The
Indians saved the Pilgrim
And in return the Pilgrim killed em
They call it
it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty,
neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day like
Christmas
Slay bitches and party everyday like this is the last
I'm with
my heckles connecting and we hitting the lad
This is my level, f*ck if it get
you mad
It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison
Rappers
only talk about ki's, its all poison
How could you call yourself emcees you
ain't poison
Think about the kids you mislead with the poison
And any
thoughts of taking me down is all poison
Who want beef now, my heat shell
annoyed them, plaow
[Hook]
What goes around comes around my
nigga
And what goes up it must come down my nigga
The soldiers found below
the ground my nigga
Just hold it down we older now my nigga
What goes
around comes around my nigga
And what goes up it must come down my
nigga
The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
Just hold it down we
older now my nigga
[Verse 5]
This nigga Ike with the Iverson
jersey
Light skin with herpees
F*ckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and
D.C.
This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
From letting
fags suck him off Rikers Island in nine-three
Drives in Benz, hangs in all
the parties
All the concerts, backstage where the stars be
Rocking their
shirts in bitches faces like clockwork
Whats your name, where you from, chain
blinging
Thinking girls everywheres dumb, taking powder ruining their
lives
So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
He
never used a condom, give him head he got ya
Met the wrong bitch and now he
dead from the monster AIDs
I contemplate, believing in karma
Those on top
could just break and wont be eating tomorrow
I know some bitches who be
sleeping on niggas dreams
They leave when they nigga blow she the first bitch
on her knees
Knowing dudes thats neglecting their seeds
Instead of taking
care of em they spending money on trees
I pray for you deadbeat
daddies
Cause when them kids get grown its too late for you
Now you old
and you getting shitted on
Its all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and
the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined
shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be
healthy, remember
[Hook]
Every Ghetto Lyrics
(feat. Blitz)
Uhh... yeah...
uhh...
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
Blessings in life to the
children
They say life is like 5 days
Words of a old man with silver hair
in his wheel chair
His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before
me
Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me
It occurred
to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer
I'm on top now, slightest
drama, I'll have ta kill ya
Cuz animals sence weakness, sharks smell blood in
water
Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order
Shit is plastic
material, havin' no life
I crash whips and leave it no matter the price
As
long as I survive, coppin' the five
Circle the block where the beef's
at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life
stealers
Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell
Dead is dead,
f*ckers
And your soul is with God
Your mind keeps lurkin' to
earth
Watchin' your own murder reoccur
[Chorus (Repeat
2X)]
For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every nigga
toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's born
And every
nigga gone
And for every brotha breathin'
Live to see another
mornin'
[Verse 2 (Blitz)]
It's Blitz nigga the streets glory
many die for me
Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for
me
Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories
Of lust, greed, and
contempt no street is exempt
Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6
blocks
I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks
All you paintin'
pictures of my pain
Illustrate the city in vain
Fallin' deep into the pits
of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind
In these fatal times,
vesh crimes
Nickel play the nine and niggas for the dime
Hear the sounds
of them baby's cry
Still I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a
million ways to die
Stayin' high to relieve the pain
Breathin' in the
game, exhalin'
Guilts and the shame, misery and strain
What the f*ck will
tomorrow bring
Look at anthrax, I stand back through
Hopin' I make it
tomorrow
[Verse 3 (Nas)]
My skin is a art gallery,
right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers
in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth
offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the
friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I
tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively
fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black
ones
F*ck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in
Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to
bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's
lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I
love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad
at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart
makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold
me, it's gettin' darker
[Repeat Chorus 2X]
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