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04:22
Nas - Surviving The Times 2007
Move your arm in your watch To another time on the block'Cause this 40 Side Where they say Shorty rhymeTragedy he used to come through all the timeI'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word defineHe had a sister named Erin, for sure was fineThat was my first crush; I bought my first micI wrote my first verse, I was about nineI was about mine, fantasize house-buyingMet Paul, he wore some big glassesHim and Melquan took me where G Rap livedI was happy, just getting some answersI ain't even know what a record advance wasI'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroomWith rap dudes, thinking wow she moved meSame girl then, right now's a groupieBack then, she was like the star in the movieLarge jewelry and expensive GucciNext stop, Paid In Full posse recruits meKnew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookieEric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-meYou see, every time Ra didn't showI get to record demos at attempts to blowI wonder could they tell, how did they knowSixteen years later, here I goI'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a dealG Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold ChillBut Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wantedClark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want usRussell said I sounded like G, the nigga frontedReef and Matty C offered me a little moneyShit a little funny, feel a little laughterRebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapperMy boy MC Serch neverthelessTook me to Columbia, back then CBSChris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best manNow bugging because the label had just dropped Def JamCould you picture Russell needing a check, manBut he smart, he plotted a plan for PolygramLife is ill, again life's a movieThen, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and FugeesBefore I sold records, no promotionThe rap world like, what's all this commotionWent plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
03:52
NAS - Nastradamus
[Nas] Uh, 2000 G Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year's, better rep, yeah [1] - Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh [Repeat 1] Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, for each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys? But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm... [Repeat 1] Ill Will Nastrodamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Raise hope
04:14
Nas ~ The World Is Your
[Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me [Chorus - Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) "It's yours!"--> T La Rock [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? [Nas] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insights and light's vision Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition To listen, to murder paragraphs for ? Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds To many cultures and one planet to broke my ?coach? it's free Son, I need Weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed ? it's six six six There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays I ? the chalk and broke for phillies never ? Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle The mic my religion and the system is the Devil's lacel Hey yo, the trife life is the most infuelental The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental How ya living large you broke, you're wasting time extortin papers from smokers Cacthing court papers getting broker [Chorus - Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) "It's yours!"--> T La Rock [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? [Nas] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin Ill Will style Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games people play, I check the games plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today [Chorus - Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The World is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours [Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (La la la) [Nas] The world is yours (La la la) The world is yours (La la la) "It's yours!"--> T La Rock
03:18
Nas - One Mic
[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 up 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, fuck 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 me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck 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 Lead 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, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world
03:59
Nas - Nas got yourself a gun
TRADUCTION Intro En c'réveillant c'matin Tu portais un flingue sur toi Faut que tu portes un flingue sur toi Yo, j'vis en ce moment à travers les lignes ennemis donc ... Refrain J'ai le mien, j'espère que t'as un flingue sur toi T'es du ghetto, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Tu cherches l'embrouille ? j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi et lorsque j'te vois, j'prendrais ce que j'veux alors, si t'essayes de faire face, j'espère pour toi que t'auras un flingue sur toi T'es une balletringue, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Mon premier album n'avait pas de featurings de renom Le résultat : J'ai décroché le prix de meilleur lyricist Ca fait pas mal d'année que j'suis dans le biz Pourquoi tu te demandes encore qui est le meilleur ? Le monde est toujours mien J'ai un tatouage avec marqué " Fils de dieu " à travers le ventre Le boss du rap, tu m'as vu dans " Belly " avec des trucs genre : Retour en Afrique, j'ai fait ça avec Biggie Moi et Tupac étiont des soldats pour la même cause Vous les boiteux devaient vous reconforter, vos teams sont sous l'choc Vous sentez tous le courroux du tueur, car c'est mon terrain d'foot J'balance mes passes depuis un barrier, le receveur doit porter de protections Mais le Q.B. représente pour aucun Quaterback Chaque mot est comme une détonation car vous êtes tous trop soft et moi j'suis le corbillard noir qui vient chercher vos gros cul C'est pour le tier-quar jusqu'au magasin de coin Beaucoup essayent, beaucoup meurt, viens voir NAs si tu veux la guerre, ça va être sanglant Refrain J'ai le mien, j'espère que t'as un flingue sur toi T'es du ghetto, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Tu cherches l'embrouille ? j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi et lorsque j'te vois, j'prendrais ce que j'veux alors, si t'essayes de faire face, j'espère pour toi que t'auras un flingue sur toi T'es une balletringue, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Yo, j'suis le N, le A, le S-I-R et si je ne l'était pas, j'aurais était Escobar Tu sais ce gamin qui avait ces dents éclatantes Les cheveux coiffés nickels par le barbier ; Bravehearted pour la vie C'est le retour de l'enfant prodige, le fils d'un joueur de blues Alors qui c'est l'playa ? Vous attendiez tous le vrai sauveur j'fume cette herbe, boit des coupes de Vodka Papi chu', déchirer, réveil à l'hospital Laissé tomber ? Jamais, rapelles toi j'ai toujours fait les choses droites Vous les judas vous pensiez que j'étais partis dans la lumière de ma mort Vous étiez trop content, bande de batards Appellez moi " God's Son ", avec mon pantalon large Je ne m'éteind pas à petit feu, j'balance rages comme Petey Pablo C'est du fric du NASdaq dans ma NAScar avec le flow d'NAS Coupe le beat derrière, maintenant j'représente à mort Cours au magasin de disques, laisse moi jamais partir, prends ma discographie complète, yo Refrain J'ai le mien, j'espère que t'as un flingue sur toi T'es du ghetto, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Tu cherches l'embrouille ? j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi et lorsque j'te vois, j'prendrais ce que j'veux alors, si t'essayes de faire face, j'espère pour toi que t'auras un flingue sur toi T'es une balletringue, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi C'est le retour du Prince, le boss C'est harcore, Kid Rock et Limp Bizkit sont trop soft j'bois du Cris, prends des pures bagneules avec toujours les finitions au top, les gamins riches vont acheter The Source Ils ne conaissent rien des blocks, j'vis d'dans et tout le monde veut savoir OU le kid va ? Ou il se trouve ? Ou il fait ses courses et où il s'habille ? Tu sais s'il a du fric, ou il vit ? Est-ce qu'il vit encore dans l'Bridge ? Est-ce qu'il a vraiment conscience de sa folie ? Tous vous épiez mes mouvements, ma montre et mes bijoux j'saute dans mon coupé, en esquivant les interviews Y'a pas que mes bijoux, j'resplendie, j'ai des putain de chaines Mates mes tennis, Je les sublime Qui je suis ? Le dévastateur, l'enléveur de lingeries l'automatique bras écarteur, le cerveau augmenteur J'reste gangsta avec toi, uh Refrain 2x J'ai le mien, j'espère que t'as un flingue sur toi T'es du ghetto, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Tu cherches l'embrouille ? j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi et lorsque j'te vois, j'prendrais ce que j'veux alors, si t'essayes de faire face, j'espère pour toi que t'auras un flingue sur toi T'es une balletringue, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toiJ'ai le mien, j'espère que t'as un flingue sur toi T'es du ghetto, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi Tu cherches l'embrouille ? j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi et lorsque j'te vois, j'prendrais ce que j'veux alors, si t'essayes de faire face, j'espère pour toi que t'auras un flingue sur toi T'es une balletringue, j'espère que tu portes un flingue sur toi
04:04
Nas Feat Olu Dara - Bridging The Gap
*Nas talking* "The light is there." [Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Verse 1: Nas] Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey -- Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel 'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff 'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up 'Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child 'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man – The great-greatest man alive [Verse 3: Nas] Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara singing] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles
05:01
Nas - If I Ruled The World
ntro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under.... I don't know Verse One: Nas Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got knocked evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge If coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin, fashion Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond rolls Your people holdin dough, no parole No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times Verse Two: Nas It'd be, paradise, life, relaxin black, latino and anglo-saxon Armani exchange the range Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years in depression make me vision The better livin, type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin Trickin six digits on kicks and still holdin Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish Political prisonners set free, stress free No work release purple M3's and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to Willies It sounds foul but every girl I meet would go downtown I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times And then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land Verse Three: Nas You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory Runnin from Jake, gettin chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks many mistakes go down out of state Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight Tryin to get laced, flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cocked hammer Makin moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still nobody wants 2 see a nigga havin shit But if I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit I push the Q-45 Infinit It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or Beef Felonies Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see but reality struck Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck??? Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled Imagine that I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, black dimaonds Could it be, if you could black diamonds be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times If I ruled the world, if I ruled if I ruled, I'd free all my sons black diamonds, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world If I ruled the world I love em love em baby!!
04:25
Missy Elliott feat. Eve & NaS - Hot Boyz
This for you ghetto motherfuckers, are you really a hot boy, oh check me... What's your name, cause I'm impressed, can you treat me good Won't settle for less, you hot boy, a rock boy, a fun toy, tote a glock boy, Where you live is you by yourself, can I move in with you Do you need some help, I'll cook boy, I give you more I'ma fly girl, an I like those... HOOK 1: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Lexus Jeep, and Benz Jeeps, And the Lincoln Jeep, nothing cheaper, with the Platinum Visa... HOOK 2: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Jaguars, and the Bentley's and Roll's Royce, With the Platinum Visa... Is that your car, the SK8, are you riding alone Can I be your date, come get me, don't dis me Don't trick me, I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up with some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, a top boy, and I like... HOOK 1: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Lexus Jeep, and Benz Jeeps, And the Lincoln Jeep, nothing cheaper, with the Platinum Visa... HOOK 3: Hot Boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Jaguars, and the Bentley's and Roll's Royce, Playin' hard ball, with the Platinum Visa... I'ma dig in you pockets, dig in your wallets Money I'm founding, yeah you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy, with alot boy And you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason, I know that you treating, The diamonds I'm needin', make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy, Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy... HOOK 4: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want Won't you really come satisfy me, I be loving you like instantly Hot boyz, baby you got what I want Won't you really come satisfy me, I be loving you like instantly HOOK 5: Where the Lexus Jeeps, and the Benz Jeeps, and the Lincoln Jeeps, And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars... Where you at! And I'm out! Where the Lexus Jeeps, and the Benz Jeeps, and the Lincoln Jeeps, And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars... Where you at! And I'm out!
03:42
Nas feat. Ginuwine - You Owe Me
[Nas] Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty Shorty, what up, huh? Come on [1 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something [Nas] Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl [2 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe, owe, owe [Nas] Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again The don, all the time, with all the shine You small time, I ball with mine Links, minks, Bentley, it's all with mine My jams bump out to the borderline UK hot with it, blew spots with it Every continent love when I spit it Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it Brothas on lockdown on their cots feel it It's real in the field the Last Mohican Who survived in the streets and did something decent Now I got plans to buy the whole hood Legit' now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge I make hits now, money I flip now Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now So girls everywhere, this is how we get down [Repeat 1] [3 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe, owe, owe [Nas] Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I lent Pay me back when you shake it again [Nas] Play to win, girls in the club moving I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em I flow, I'm so mysterious Nas, and Nasty's the alias Everything platinum I glow Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do' On top out the car, lounge at the bar We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are Feel like a million dollars, feel me holler To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas Thugs and renta's, to the playas and ballers Sexy mamas, fly ladies lookin' proper Look good enough to be taken shoppin' Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking Your body's so nice that I give you this option Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Ginuwine] I put the shackles on your feet (You owe me) I think you owe me some (You owe me) The shackles on your feet (You owe Nas) I think you owe me some (You owe Ginuwine) (You owe Timbaland, you owe me) [Nas] Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me Mack like Goldie, it's the same story Let you hold something, you spending it right Know where you gon' be by the end of the night Make it bounce, shake it, move it around Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south Fantasizing me inside and you riding Throw it like a stallion, you wearin' my medallion [Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something (You owe me something, oh yeah) I said shorty, say what's your price (You owe Nas) Just to back it up (You owe Ginuwine) You can hold my ice (You owe Timbaland) Now let's say you owe You owe us something, baby Oh, oh, oh
03:58
Nas - The Message
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit Chorus: samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4X) "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" -> Nas "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> Nas [Nas] I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin Across the street you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind", then "Halftime" (repeat 4X) "Y'all know my steelo" -> Nas "There ain't an army that could strike back" -> Nas [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them niggaz that's locked down doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin? To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit..
04:40
Damian Marley ft Nas - Road To Zion
Yeah man, Jah will be waitin there we a shout, Jah will be waitin there!!!! In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority, media clowns we nuh know bout variety, boom Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow Ragamuffin sent to call me from de bush bungalow betta watch it mek I clear out my voice now figarow Emerge from di darkness wit me big blunt a glow me hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow Buss off trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo Cause, I got to keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man Hey, we got to keep it burnin, on the road to Zion man Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh Who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout, Jah will be waitin there!!!! In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority, media clowns we nuh know bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Inside a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Say, we got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion man (Yeah, been waitin to do this track with you man, yeah, ha ha, yeah yeah) You know (They know) you got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion man (You gotta keep walkin y'all, yeah, yeah, you gotta keep...) (Nas) Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless I'm havin daymares in daytime wide awake try to relate This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin Cause what I'm seein is hauntin, human beings like ghost and zombies President Mugabe holdin guns to innocent bodies In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem Godly, sacrilegious and blasphemous In my lifetime I look back at paths I walked, where savages fought and pastors taught Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots And badges screamin at young black children stop or I will shoot I look back at cooked crack plus cars that pass by Jaguars mad fly, and I'm guilty for materialism Blacks is still up in the prison trust that So save me your sorrys I'm raisin a Army Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley We sparkin da irons marchin to Zion You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority, media clowns we nuh know bout variety, boom Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow Ragamuffin sent to call me from di bush bungalow betta watch it mek I clear out my voice now figarow emerge from di darkness wit me big blunt a glow me hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow Buss off trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo Cause, I got to keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man Hey, we got to keeps it burnin, on the road to Zion man Clean and pure meditation widout a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh like who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout, Jah will be waitin there!!!! Clean and pure meditation widout a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh like who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout, Jah will be waitin there!!!! In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority, media crush we nuh know bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Inside a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Inside a broken dreams and tragedy Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Inside a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Hey,say I got to keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man You know, you got to keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man
04:33
Nas - I Can
REFRAIN : Je sais que je peux, devenir ce que je veux être Si j’y travaille dur, j’irai où j’ai envie d’aller Je sais que je peux (Je sais que je peux) Devenir ce que je veux être (Devenir ce que je veux être) Si j’y travaille dur ( Si j’y travaille dur) J’irai où j’ai envie d’aller (J’irai où j’ai envie d’aller) Etre, b-boyz et b-girlz écoutez Vous pouvez devenir ce que vous voulez dans ce monde, en Dieu nous avons confiance. Un architecte, un docteur, peut être une actrice mais rien ne vient facilement, Il faut beaucoup d’entraînement. Par exemple j’ai rencontré cette femme qui devenait une star Elle était belle, laissant les gens sans voix. Chantant des chansons, Linna Horn en plus jeune Elle traîna avec la mauvaise personne, j’ai eu une crise quand j’ai su que cocaïne, sniffant des drogues plein le nez. Elle aurait pu mourir si jeune, maintenant elle est moche et vieille. Pas drôle car quand elle s’approche pour enlacer les gens ils retiennent leur respiration Car elle pue la corrosion et la mort. Fais attention aux gens avec qui tu traînes et à la foule qui te suit car eux ils viennent pour la drogue et toi pour chanter Alors si tu veux être le meilleur, je vais te dire comment Lève les mains en l’air et prend la balle au rebond. REFRAIN Etre ,b-boys et b-girlz écoutez encore Ceci s’adresse aux filles qui se donnent l’air âgé et qui n’ont que 10 ans Celles qui regardent les clips et reproduisent ce qu’elles y voient Mignonnes à souhait, dans les boîtes avec de fausses cartes d’identité Attention, avant de rencontrer un homme séropositif. Tu pourrais devenir animatrice télé comme Opra Winfrey Peu importe ce que tu décides, fais attention, certains homme peuvent être des violeurs, alors fais ton âge , ne fais pas semblant d’être plus vieille que tu ne l’es, laisse-toi le temps de grandir Tu penses qu’il peut t’apporter de la richesse. Et vous les jeunes garçons vous avez besoin, vous savez. Vous pensez que la vie c’est fumer de l’herbe et de l’ice. Vous n’avez pas envie d’avoir mon âge et ne pas savoir lire et écrire,différent auprés des femmes pour une place au lit pour y passer la nuit Les garçons intelligents deviennent des hommes et font ceux qu’ils veulent. Si tu penses que tu peux y arriver, alors dis-le comme ça. REFRAIN On était des rois et des reines, jamais des singes en cages d’escaliers. C’étaient des empires en Afrique appelés Kusch, Timbuktu où chaque race venait chercher des livres, pour apprendre auprès des professeurs noirs qui enseignaient aux Grecs et Romains. Aux arabes d’Asie et ils leur donnèrent de l’or, quand l’or fut transformé en argent tout changea. Alors l’argent devint le moyen d’obtenir le pouvoir pour les Européens. Les militaires perses envahirent, ils furent au courant pour l’or, l’enseignement et tout ceux qui est sacré. L’Afrique fut presque dépouillé. L’esclavage fut source d’argent, donc ils commencèrent à bâtir des négriers. L’Egypte est l’endroit où à Alexandre le Grand se rendit, il fut si choqué par les montagnes aux visages noirs qu’il leur impose ce qui au fond continue encore aujourd’hui , tu vois ? Si la vérité est dîtes, les jeunes peuvent grandir, ils peuvent apprendre à survivre jusqu’à ce qu’ils obtiennent le contrôle. Personne ne dit que vous devez devenir des gangsters, des putes. Lisez plus , apprenez plus, changez le monde. Les enfants du ghetto faîtes votre truc. Garde la tête haute , petit homme, tu es roi. Jeune prince, c’est quand tu obtiens la bague de mariage. Ton homme qui dit « elle est ma reine ! » Sauvez la musique tous, Sauvez la musique tous,…
05:03
Nas (ft. Puff Daddy) - Hate Me Now
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Chorus: You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now Cause I can't stop now You can hate me now You can hate me nooow Do it now, Do It now, do it now Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest Do it now Chorus Do it now, I told you do it now Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right Do it now Chorus Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks Instead of me ambulances were picking them up niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas)
04:17
Nas Feat Monica - Ive Got To Have It
"I've Got To Have It" (feat. Monica, Nas) [JD (Monica)] Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) [Nas (Monica)] When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby [1 - JD (Monica)] When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it) [Monica] Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With a six in the front And a bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is laid A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it [Repeat 1] [JD] When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that [Repeat 1] [Monica] I've got to have it..
02:59
Nas - Thief's Theme
[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind* One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches* [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's .... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes* One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes* {*explosion*
03:09
Nas Feat.J-Lo - I'm Gonna Be Alright
Jennifer Lopez & (Nas)] Oh yes (Uh, this for you girl) [Nas] Yo, I took you from the projects, put the best clothes in ya closet Like Ginger from "Casino" and now you a pro We was like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe All ya jealous girlfriends hatin' waitin' So I put the cars in yo hand All I know is Nas was yo man It was so real, boats and sixes Special Japanese chefs makin' home cooked dishes Plenty trips, invisible sets You know what you missin' Jennifer Lopez] It's funny cause, for a while Walked around with a smile But deep inside, I could hear Voices telling me "This ain't right" Don't you know, it's not for you I always knew what I had to do But it's hard to get away Cause I love you I just tried to say [Chorus] I used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did) After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah) Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it And I know inside that I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright) I said I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did) After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah) Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright) [Jennifer Lopez] Friends of mine say to me Say you got control over me You're not alone, I played my part I Saw the way you were from the start How could I expect so much from you You had a girl when I first met you Did the best that you could do Now I realize that I can't change you [Chorus] Jennifer Lopez & {Nas}] Said I wouldn't walk away Some days I want to stay (Days I want to stay) But leaving you is what I need to do (Need to do) To be OK (I need to be OK) I never thought it would be true (Would be true) Be leaving without you (Leaving without you) {Huh, this life is crazy} So now it's time for me to make that move Nas with J.Lo ad-libs] Huh check it Yo nobody understands me, I'm dealin' with pressure My peoples is locked in a jail cell with no bail stressin'(oh no) Guess it's the life of a kingpin Rap Stephen King, rock bling Like neon lights, we gon' be alright (be alright) But it's like you feelin' lesser Claim I'm actin' like a retard Writin' me and my boys(oh no) We start fights, with will I'm in charge You scream I'm in the streets all night Or where was I at, ya found light brown hairs on my hat I'm slow caught [Chorus]
