- Nas u wannabe me 歌詞
- Nas
- Uhh, ooh, baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep yo heat
Na nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, its so ****** pitiful
First they love you, could be the *** **** that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like
Bonnie, Robin and
Crystal do
But Crystals single,
Bonnies broke and her ******z too
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags to
Bentleys to plenty ass *******
Cant keep they hands to they self no more
Im like Hugh
Hefner, you lesser
You just a wanna be me, you cant you fagot, you *******
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you *******, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son,
Im the one and only
But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldnt come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me,
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction
You cant be me, not in your wildest fantasy
Its childish, should
I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million,
Ill consult your album
And show you how to stay off my ******
Thats the thing
I hate the most, cant even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction
You a ******* with a yeast infection
You unlucky,
Im your ******
C-sectionPlus
Im the last real ****** alive
Toast glass,
Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics
I gave you
Perhaps if you think back youll realize that
I made you
U wanna be me, you cant you fagot, you *******
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you *******, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son,
Im the one and only
But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldnt come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me,
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction
You cant be me,
Im tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine?
Im past 8
Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming bird hearts
At the players ball,
Brianni suits, yall birds watch
As real millionaire, *******tll take place
Evil as Hitlers hate-race people
This is God, son and
Ive comeFrom the
God under pure peace
To represent the streets
Youll see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, what you made of junior?
Cause soon youll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to battle
Nas, not in your plan
Im the last real ****** alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof
Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangsters theme, while you entertain me
If I aint cryin laughin to the lions, throw your ass in
What the ****** was you ***** *z thinkin?
Gunsll clutch if
I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha
Take me out, try, try, try
But u wanna be me, you cant, you fagot, you *******
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you *** ****, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son,
Im the one and only
But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldnt come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me,
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction, you cant be me
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