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Stillmatic (The Intro) 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 Verse 1 Ey, yo the brother's stillmatic I crawled up outta that grave Wipin' that dirt Cleanin' my shirt They thought I'd make another Illmatic But it's always forward I'm moving Never backward, stupid Here's another classic See notes is falling from the sky By now the credits rollin' Starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid slash Escobar Narration describes the lives and lost tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this young black child Fingers scratch Cigarette burns on the sofa Turning the TV down While Mary Jane Girls 45 playing Soft in the background Food from C-town This morning's was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends Walking out the door All of us poor I learned the difference between the snitches The real ones and who soft The murderers Hungry from crews People jumping from roofs Shotguns pumping Made it through my youth Walking very thin lines Ages 7 to 9 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 ending and my new beginning Nostalgia alpha and omega Places it's like a glitch in the matrix I seen it all and did it all Most of yall are pop for a minute Spit it, sin it, stand a game to get rid of y'all I got there but yall I didn't get it all I want my style back Hate to cease y'all playin' It's the rap repo-man To them double up hustlers bidders... to real Professional stick-up kids Dreamin' for meals Let my words guide you Get inside you From the crypt to papyrus This is survival Blood of a slave Heart of a king Blood of a slave Heart of a king Blood of a slave Heart of a king Braveheart ETHER Wassup niggas Ey yo I know you ain't talkin about me dog, you....what You been on my dick nigga You love my style nigga Chorus I.... Fuck what 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 Verse 1 Brace yourself for the main event Ya'll impatiently waiting It's like an AIDS test What's the results Not positive Who's the best Pac, Nas & Big Ain't no best East, West, North, South Flossed out Gretings I embrace ya'll With na pom Blows up No guts left Chest, face gone How can Nas be garbage Send me autos at your cobagge Burner at the side of ur dome Come out of my throne I got this lock since 9-1 I am the truest Name a rapper that I ain't influence Gave ya'll chapters But now I keep my eyes on the Judas With hawian sophie fame Keep my name in his music Chorus 2x's Ey yo pass me the weed Throw my ashes out on these niggas man Ey yo you faggots Ya'll kneel and kiss the muthafuckin ring Verse 2 I've been fucked over Left for dead Diss and forgotten Luck ran out They hoped that I'd be gone Stiff and rotten Ya'll just Piss on me, shit on me Spit on my grave Talk about me laugh behind my back But in my face Ya'll some Well wishing, friendly acting Envy hiding snakes With yo 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 out my weapon Slowly loading up this ammo To explode it on a camel And his soliders I can handle this for do-lo And his manuscript Just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First Biggie's your man Then you got the nerve To say that you better then Big Dick suckin lips Wont you let the late great veteran live Chorus 2x's God's son across the belly I proved you lost already The king is back Where my crown at Ill Will rest in peace Let's do it niggas Verse 3 Ya'll 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 know I smile like a proud dad Watching his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissing women Were you abused as a child Scared to smile They called you ugly Well life is harsh hug me Dont reject me Or make records to disrespect me Blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin chased to your building Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face Glad to break bread with the god Wearin jazz chains No text, no cash, no cars No jail bars, Jigga No pies, No case Just Hawaiian shirts Hangin with little chase You're a fan, a phony A fake, a pussy, a stan I'll still wip yo ass You 36 in a karate class You taebo ho Tryna work it out You tryna get bralick Ask me if i'm tryna kick knowledge Naw, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn though That Ether The shit that make you're soul burn slow Is he Dame Ditty, Dame Daddy or Dame dummy Oh I get it You Biggie and he's Puffy Rocafeller died of AIDS That was the end of his chapter And that's the guy ya'll chose to name your company after Put it together I rock hoes Ya'll rock fellas And now ya'll tryna take my spot fellas Feel these hot rock fellas Put you in a dry spot fellas In a pine box With nine shots With my glock fellas Foxy got you hot Cause you keep your face in her puss What you think you gettin girls now Cause of your looks Negro please You no mustache havin With whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un Made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to Hangin with Kane to Irv 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 ROC get gunned up and clapped quick JJ Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Ya whole damn record label Gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay Z Damn you on Jaz's dick Ya little shawny Gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes Goin come out yo fat lip Wanted to be on every last on of my classics You pop shit, apologize Nigga just ask Kiss GOT UR SELF A ..... back to top Woke up this morning Got yourself yourself yourself Got yourself yourself Yo I'm livin in this time behind enemy lines Chorus So, I got mine I hope ya got yourself yourself Ya from the hood I hope ya got yourself yourself You want beef hope ya got yourself yourself An when I see ya I'ma take what I want so You try to front hope ya got yourself yourself You ain't real hope ya got yourself yourself Verse 1 My first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome- I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level What would you question who's better The world is still mine Tattoos real with gods son across the belly The balls of rap, You saw me in BELLY with thoughts like that Then take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle You lace the huddle, you came shook Ya'll feel the wrath of a killer Cause this is my football field Throwin passes from a barrell Show the path to peril But the QB don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed off blast, cause ya'll are all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul ya'll a** in This is for the hood, by the corner store Many try many die, come at Nas if you want a war Get it Bloody Chorus Verse 2 I'm the N the A to the SIR and if I wasn't I musta been ESCOBAR Ya know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with the barbers preciseness Bravehearted for life It's the return of the golden child Son of a blues player So who are you player Ya'll waited to the truth save ya Puffin that tropico, cups of that vodka too Poppin juice Tore up, wake up in the hospital Throw up never Remember I did this through righteous steps You judas thought I was gone So in light of my death ya'll been all happy go lucky Bunch of sand hoes 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 Flip the beat back, not a soul reppin Hit the record store, 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 soft Sip Kris, get chicks, wrist glitz I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that boxster porche With the top cut off Rich kids go an cop the source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go 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 ya'll watchin my moves while watchin my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, I 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 gangster with ya Chorus SMOKIN' back to top To the Gods Uh.. Uh-huh To the earth Chorus Now tell me whatch'all smokin' What kinda heat ch'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon We bi-coasting Keeping our pockets bulging We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon Verse 1 Zoom... from outta space it comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flapping they gums though he be clapping and shootin' guys After all movie star, rapper revolutionize What has this race nation or creed Is the 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 Fuckin' these wild freaks A harem of hos - in my mystique Got 'em tearin' my clothes Chorus Verse 2 My niggas 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 fuck 'em 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 came to fix the sink My kinda war Death angel's comin' for you Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 & 2 Paramedics fightin' for you Whose gonna win The hands of time or the hands of medicine Don't cry - witness your fate This is your wait Walk by your casket Spit in your face Into the fall, dog The light is your guide And when your gone All your niggas gonna light up with Nas Chorus Verse 3 Pardon, but I got a question of life now Look at the nigga next to you right now Is he real, fake, or scared Do it like this, niggas, right hands in the air Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it altogether Let the ceremony start I shall... stay real stay true stay holdin' figgas Never put a bitch over my niggas 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 allegiance to the alliance Of underworlds, killers and thugs Though the science Of a nigga still yet to be found So light up some green And pass it around Chorus YOU’RE DA MAN back to top Verse 1 They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But overstand They truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame Right in their fat mouth then I carve my name Nas... too real Nas... true king It's however you feel Go 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 fucked 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 tryin' to do what I do Came in with my style So I fathered you I kept changing on the world since barbeque Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit It's funny I once said If I ever make a record I'll 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 projects Bentz for crack in my socks sleep I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child Trying to learn the traps of the streets But look at me now... Chorus (repeats 10 x) You're the man Verse 2 But wait a sec Give me time to explain Women and fast cars and Diamond rings can poison a rap star With suicidal thoughts High, smokin' so much lae I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay So I could get all my flesh right away But that'll be the day When there's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death indulging these women Vision my own skeleton swimming 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 hurting me I'm your disciple a thug certainly I'm the N, the A, to the S-I-R If I wasn't I musta been Escobar .45 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 - repeat until fade REWIND back to top Listen up gangstas And honeys with your 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 Which just starts at the endin' The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closin' his chest up A nigga, now he's back to square one Screaming, "shoot don't, Please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a vcr rewinding the hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jump back in the van Then closed it shut Goin' reverse Slowly prepare My nigga, Jungle, utters out something crazy Like ".go he There" Sittin' back in his chair We hittin a roast The smoke goes back in the blunt The blunt gets bigger and 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 Spinning records backwards of AC/DC I get my niggas da Jump out of the van Back first, back upstairs Took off the black shirt I'm in the crib With the phone in my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out The poem real clear The voice on the phone is 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 and the phone rang I'm layin' in the bed Thinkin' about 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', ".me Kiss" Bobbed her head To spit a nut back in my dick Start suckin' with no hands A whole lot of spit Then got up And put a bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag And left a 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 3 to 2 to 1 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 "Hey son, yo son you hear me? You hear me? This dude right on the block right now, man. I found him, right now I see him right now, let's kill him." "Yo, this is Nas. Leave It. Peace." ONE MIC back to top One time... yeh... yeh Verse 1 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 dollars Who I’m goin body This hood politics Acknowledging Leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us Grow up and try to follow us Police watch us Roll up and try knockin' us One knee I duck Coult it be my time is up With my luck, I got up The cops shot again Bust out glass burst A fein drops his Heineken Ricochetin between the spots that I'm hiding in Blacking out, I shoot back Fuck gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rap til the death of it To everybody - Come home Little niggas is grown Hood rats Don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon Sent from the stars, sun, and the moon And it's a like the police chase us Street sweepers and coppers Stick up kids with no conscience Leaving victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die With nines out This is what Nas is about Niggas the time is now Chorus Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic... is all I need All I need is one mic... is all I need, niggas All I need is one mic... yeh Verse 2 All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen and one prayer Tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one Look back... at all the hatred against me Fuck all of them Jesus died at age 33 There's 33 shots from twin glocks at 16 a piece - that's 32 Which means one of my guns was holding 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 Nothing is fair Niggas roll up... Shootin' from wheel chairs My heart is racing Taste some revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years Too many times now I'm strapped with a couple of macs Too many nines If ya'll niggas really wit me Get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold and explode the clip until you empty There’s nothing in our way They bust, we bust They rust, we rust Let fly and 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 Chorus Verse 3 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 Talking all that slick shit The same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is Niggas'll move on you Only if they know what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blasting Cause I'm a cruel nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done Fooled you niggas What do you call an infinite brawl Eternal souls clashing Pork is deep Some beef is everlasting Complete with big scars Brothers lifin' 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 be killed Body found in the dumpster For real, a hustler Purchase my range Niggas throwing dirt on my name Jealous cause feins Got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda known she wasn't true She came to me when her man caught us in us I never make the same mistakes Moving with a change of pace, lighter load So now the king is straight Swellin' my mellon cause none of these niggas feel hurt anymore Tellin' police how can a king pin squeal This is crazy I'm on a right track I’m finally found We need some soul searching The time is now Chorus That’s all I ever needed in this world Fuck cash, fuck the cars, fuck the jewelry Spread my voice to the whole world 2ND CHILDHOOD back to top Verse 1 Explode my thoughts Were drunken from quarts of beer Was years back before Nasir Would explore a career in rap As a music dude I mastered this rubix cube Godzilla fought Gargantua Eyes glues to the tube Was a long time ago John boy Ice Geronimo Police jumpin outta Chryslers Easy rider paper Pops puffin his sece Punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychos killas Saw Divine Goon and Chungo Little turkey RIP Tyrone Member no cursin in front of Ms. Versey 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 care free laughin Got jokes on the daily Ya'll actin like some old folks Ya don't hear me Yo, I'm in my 2nd Childhood Chorus When I flow for the street Who else could it be N.A.S. Nas Nas Nas Resurrect thou the birth of my seed Queensbridge will make everything right Get yours nigga When I flow for the street Who else could it be N.A.S. Nas Nas Nas Resurrect thou the birth of my seed Queensbridge will make everything right Verse 2 Yo dude is 31 livin in his mom’s 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 Comic View Got babies by different ladies High smoking L's In the same spot he stood since '85 Well when his stash is low he be crazy Saved by his moms, hit her on her pay day 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 its musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life He’s on the corners at night With young dudes, its dem he wanna be like It’s sad but fun to him right He never grew up 31 and can’t give his youth up He's in his 2nd childhood Chorus Verse 3 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 the love he deserves He the sun she the earth Single mom even worse No job Never stayed workin Mad pretty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person Never matured All her friends married doin well She’s in the streets Yakkity yakkin like she was 12 Honey is 27, argues fights Selfish in her own right for life Guess she's in her 2nd Childhood Chorus DESTROY & REBUILD back to top Intro This is a journey into the world's most largest and notorious projects Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardous rappers Verse 1 He had a mass appeal And a little boy's smile The press has a complex His mouth was foul You need to stay a while I feel like tellin' some stories First there's this arrogant fuck His name's Corey Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up Lake's gettin' his cheddar Corey changed his name to Uhh... whatever! Cornchip? Buckwheat lookalike It's Mega Right...Mega was his name Sorry bout that But it's so hard To put a coward's name in my rap Always acting tough A jokester be frontin' He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh He did nothin' But that's Nas Always lookin' out for brethren 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 Makin' silly tapes I'm always on his mind Nonsense Not to be obnoxious kid Mega for the record You can suck my dick Bitch you from around the way its sad What this do to me But Queensbridge We gotta have unity They say Chorus The bridge is over The bridge is over (Man, everytime I turn around niggas wanna stab me in the back) Nah... this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say The bridge is over The bridge is over (That's how ya'll want it?) Nah... we the strongest hood, but weak niggas kill it (Y'all wanna fuck with a nigga like me?) So they say The bridge is over The bridge is over (I'm the nigga that put you on) Nah... this is the time we destroy and rebuild it (I put you on, nigga) They say The bridge is over The bridge is over (You ain't shit to me, nigga, you see it) Nah... we the strongest hood, but it's this cowards that kill it (You ain't even no fuckin' no one, you ain't sellin' no motherfuckin' records, bitch, pussy wha wha) Verse 2 Since we on the subject Of traitors and flunkies Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood Dummies It's plenty that wanna be me But cannot It's like King Arthur And Knight Sir Lancelot Lefty and Donnie Brosco Ghotti 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 butt & it It got back to me Askin' a Braveheart To help get back your jewelry You ain't from the hood Don't even rep QB Nature move the Marcy Man dick riding nature Nothing else to say man Nature move to Marcy Backward ass niggas, man Fuck them niggas Go ahead with the program man Proceed Old lady pocket book snatcher Car thief Course we ain't friends You never stood on no block streets Or corners with zombies and ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood angered Just fills me When niggas go otta town & set shop And get filthy rich It's just not No more morals No loyalty No more community Queensbridge, We gotta have unity They say Chorus Verse 3 I put the bridge on the map After Marley and Shan QB Before the rock had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef I had streets locked With raw talent I laugh at the weak So this about Cleaning house My own backyard Famous home of rap stars Where no one be gettin' robbed P. How many times Nature ashamed at Juggle was bustin' his gun To get your weak chain back They don't respect you What checks do For me for your fame Mega, I hope you blow So I'm sayin' ya name (Mega, Mega) Hoes play your position Cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want the crown (How that sound?) Poor thing I'm representing Queensbridge, USA Where two S K’s Go off everyday Ruthlessly All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky Nas, the true ruler is back So haters say Chorus Verse 4 The bridge is over... my dick! Bridge'll never be over Long as I'm alive and breathin' Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the WIlliam Wallace of this shit Ey, yo, P, Prodigy I got love for you man I love you man Y'know what I'm sayin' 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 we be mob for life For real, and that's real Hey yo 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 2 I believe in you Believe in yourself, nigga Or don't even rep this man Yo Mega You wanna be a gangsta There's real gansta shit going on in the streets man Your niggas is in a grind Where you be at man Niggas be buckin Where, What you never buckin Where you be at man All of a sudden you're the motherfuckin' Nino Brown of the fuckin' hood It's disgusting man Stay out the magazine Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth There's no more room for jealousy We destroying and rebuilding That means the cowards get out And real niggas stay Niggas been hatin' me since I been 9 Shinin' with suede, motherfuckin' Bally’s & silks I'll always be the young don Don't be like the niggas on the other side Hatin' me cause I'm beautiful Real niggas in Queensbridge Young niggas come up get this money And move on baby QB THE FLYEST back to top Intro Yeh... Peace king Peace king Listen... If they wrote a book on your life... Right You think anybody would read it No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey Alright then You know we brought the hos, clothes and money rolls to the table No fuckin' doubt It's time to manifest this We the flyest Bring it to a hold You know Gangsta Nigga Chorus Niggas better watch you back you're so cold Pinky rings shiny so act like yall know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangstas What you don’t got is my natural flow Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hos Pushing big dicks and packin' our chrome We the flyest gangstas Verse 1 Follow I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Cool VT it's like DVD when I flow Feel Me I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one who the player haters hate dearly But can't dare me Homicide can't scare me I abide by The laws of these streets sincerely A real nigga The type that can build wit cha Verbalize Bring life to a still picture It's God given Been blessed with our Allah’s vision Strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play with me I'm modest til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'm a stay filthy Doe forever Their lives stay low forever And fuck niggas Cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependent no wife One co-defendent No forms of weakness I flow with vengeance Chorus Verse 2 I do what I can do When I can do it Feel how I feel When I feel how I’m feelin Leave how I live It’s on cause I been through it Learn it, try it Like it, eat it And shit it’s nothing to it Burn it, light it, weed it And off the liquor While driving outside I never catch a vehicular homicide My music is the description of my vibe of course My life, my sights, 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 Wash away them bad spirits Don’t bring it in your home Once you let them in They stay and evil be gone Say it I’m proud of Mase For giving himself to the Lord Wanted his faith Think bout Big anymore Of course my nigga Horse got married See shit is changin We ain’t these little niggas no more Runnin dangerous I like to bone I’m a peaceful brother Eat’em so much The girls call me seafood lover Be having their legs shakin Stab’em, break’em I’m hercules, hercules When having relations The flyest Chorus Verse 3 We put this on a the Soul of our born As we hold the Koran Kamikaze style Older cats coaching us on Yo it's kill or be killed Understand real or be real A 40 shot spectrum Make your whole embassy kneel Identity sealed Protected by energy shields And fuckin' drop cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed Close the book Was taught never expose a crook Between a knight and a bishop One'll knock your rook I'm a bare breed Never had a fear to leave I ain't light Niggas recite Too impaired the vive We both hard hit Just like Comacho and Vargas whose a target Now watch how we close the market Motherfuckers Chorus – repeat til fade RULE back to top Intro Life They wonder Can they take me under Naw never that Verse 1 Yo I come for the housing Tented 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 Where survival of the fittest Everyday as a child I would think I'm a part of USA and be proud Confronted with racism Started to feel foreign Like the darker you are The realler your problems I reach for the stars But I just kept slipping On this life mission Never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt Up to Julius Ceasar Had a piece of the globe Every continent Yo there's Asia, African, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afganistan Yo there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic Call it truths World peace stop acting like savages No war, we should take time to think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time It's been men with arms fighting Lost lives in the towers and pentagon Why then, must it go on We must stop the killing Tell me why we die We all God's children Chorus All this hate can't last forever It's time that we stand together Everybody wants to rule the world Verse 2 Yo there’s brothers on the block Posted up like they own it That's they corner From NY to California Got blocks locked down Like dog you safe Whenever you wit me See this is my town So the youngsters Grows in ghettos Goes to prisons At an early age Already know what's against them So in order for him to survive One day he mustl 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 fix home yet The earth wasn’t made For one man to rule alone To all colors and credes It's the home it belongs I want land, mansions, banks and gold With diamonds in Africa, Oil in my control The world's natural resources All it's residuals But then comes folds I have to guard it with missiles And I become the most wanted But is it worth Hearing a million people problems And followed by secret service I get attempts on my life With loaded barrels So move over Colonel Powell Or just throw in the towel, yo Chorus Verse 3 Ya’ll know that’s my style They hit you at the right time No other compares To what Nas write down Tell you my dreams Show you pain is yours You can get what you love Be it chain or cars You alive right now There’s so many that’s death or locked up Inside the beast I’ma highlight 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 heros in heaven It’s like you right here And never past You just transcend I know I’m goin see you again Hoping I reach the world leaders and win Ain’t nothing without struggle Listen up it’s critical We used to feel arms Now the weapons are chemical In hip hop The weapons are lyrical To be the best You challenge the best And the blessings are spiritual Top of the world For the kid none less Poppin any rapper’s head Off his shoulder, no contest I know the most high hear me So fly you cant near me You scared of a mirror My theory is that Knowledge is power See every projects And every street corner We gotta get ours Now Chorus MY COUNTRY back to top American born, American raised, American made Chorus-2x’s 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 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 fuckin' killa Mothers of dope fiend embarrassing 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 shortys 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 holding revolvers Blurry visions of dad holding me high It comes to me slowly The words he would cry Chorus Verse 2 It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck You that bold Then it's all over soldier Hummers and rangers through the desert Fuck a 20 years Long as we got gas And we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back For what they owe Shootem' in the back For the get back Lead through Shit bag Hold tie gag Forget the life had Now all rebels Everything burnt down Including the ghettos We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble And debris from the earth as we know 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 hoping I come back But yo Chorus Verse 3 Yo I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad Wishing 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 wishing I was in your shoes Holding machine guns Clean fun shooting ducks with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit Yo I'm start to think it's all a scheme Nobody cares I know the warden is reading the scribe 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 There's not a bitch in sight All block bench All block gates All gray fence Look who fucked 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 crying 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 Holding my head Catching my breath Beating my back Smoking this grass Holding my dick Thinking 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 Chorus What Goes Around back to top Chorus Hey yo it's poison Ecstacy, coke, you say it's love It is poison Schools where I learn They should be burned It is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine Which is poison Doctor's injectin' our infants With the poison Religion misoverstood It's poison Verse 1 Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot given poison In hospitals Shots riddle the block little Children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky Everytime somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind What is this, the 100th time Sending flowers to funerals Reading "rest in peace" You know the usual Death comes in threes Life is short is what some niggas said Not if you measure life By how one lives and what he did and fun he had he’s black killa Companies is making money off us Fast food cola sodas Skull and bone crosses Chorus Verse 2 Sisters up in my hood Try to do good Given choices Were pregnant Drop out of school or have abortions Stop working hoping they find a man that will support them Up late night On they mother's cordless Thinking that a perm or bleaching cream Will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tanning Liposuction, fake titties are implanted Fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned woman Bi-racial, hateful Towards themselves Denying even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I Over stand the mental poison that's even worser than the drugs Chorus Radio and TV, poison White Jesus, poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison Who want beef now? My heat shall annoint them plow Bridge Never to worry All the wrong-doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has his day And everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sows that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken It may get worse But we'll get through it y'all Be strong Verse 3 The Chinamen built the railroad The Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it Thanksgiving I call your holiday Hell Day Cause I'm from poverty Neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts Everyday like Christmas Sleigh bitches And party everyday like this is the last I with my heckales Connecting and we hittin the labs This is my level Fuck if it gets you mad Chorus It's all poison All of my words to enemies It is poison Rappers only talk about keys It's all poison How could you call yourself MCs You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead With the poison And any thoughts of takin' me down Is all poison Who want beef now My heat shall annoint them plow Sing 2x’s What goes around, comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga There's soldiers found, below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we're older now, my nigga Verse 4 This nigga Ike, with the Iverson jersey Light skin with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off Rykers Island in 9-3 Drives a benz, hangs at all the parties All the concerts Backstage where the stars be Rockin' they shirts And bitches faces like clockwork What your name Where you from Chain blingin' Thinking Girls everywhere dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' they lives So they can never have babies And they can never be wives He never used a condom Give him head, he gotcha Met the wrong bitch and now he dead From the monster AIDS I contemplate Believin' in karma Those on top could just break And won't be eatin' tomorrow I know some bitches who'll be sleepin' on niggas dreams They leave when that nigga blow She the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that’s neglectin' they seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em They spendin' money on trees I pray for you Deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown It's too late for you Now you're old and you're gettin' shitted on It's 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 to George Bush kills me Much blessings, be healthy Remember Sing 2x’s What goes around, comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga There's soldiers found, below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we're older now, my nigga *BONUS TRACK EVERY GHETTO back to top Verse 1 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 kill ya Cause animals and sweetness 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, fuckers And your soul is with God Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth Watchin' your own murder reoccur Chorus - 2x’s 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 For every brother breathin' Live to see another mornin' Verse 2 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 painting 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 saying 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 fuck will tomorrow bring Look at anthrax I stand back through Hopin' I make it tomorrow Verse 3 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 losing the friendships Watchin' kids freeze in winters They still poor How could I tease them with Benzs And feel no remorse Driving past them in the lively fashion Diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones Red bones and black ones Fuck did I expect With bucket seats in a Lex And spending time in Chuckie Cheese with little desl 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 getting darker Chorus 2x |
