MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
nas - one mic one gun
Ain't no back and forth, ain't no left or right (21, 21)
I got King's Disease but I move like a knight (21, 21)
Rappers bandwagon tryna get some likes (21, 21)
I do it for the fam', never for the hype (21, 21)
When you turn to legend
no such thing as relevance (21, 21)
They must've forgot that I'm a new rapper
that got integrity (21, 21)
All of the media and blogs
that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)
Most of these niggas wouldn't say shit
if they was ahead of me (Hit-Boy)No back and forth, I did it back then
I do it right now (Woo)
I opened a lane for my era
I'm goated, they gav? me the crown
G. O. A. T. with all the succ?ss
the negative press, I'm watchin' it pile (Uh)
They sayin' that black music dyin'
I'm sayin', "They wipin' us out"
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now
Whatever I do is N. Y
I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side (What up?)
I shook up the town, I shook up the city
I shook up the state
I'm with 21 on my second run, this shit come with age
It's a conversation (Woo) , it's determination (Yeah)
Your interpretation, I just shocked the nation (Oh)
Did my tour with The Wu', I came back
and I set the pace (Woah)
They just ran in one of my cribs
and took what? I replaced it (Haha)
Two caucasians up out of their faces
Most of y'all assumed that they was black
it's exploitation (Black Caesar)
They ain't know that I see everything, invested in Ring
It's cool to be mainstream, I'd rather be timeless
That's if we keepin' it P, 21 (21, 21)
I'm on that same trajectory
Bullet wounds and jail cells couldn't stop me
this my destiny
Never controversial, I'm mad the fans expected less from me
Nigga sneezed around me, wipe his nose
won't get no bless from me
Fuck the jewelry, I rather buy land and invest successfully
I got all type of stocks and bonds, Kehinde Wiley on my wall
And I'ma pass it to my son
If Savage like the capo that mean Escobar the don
one mic', one gun
My net worth like eight figures
I'm workin' on gettin' me nine
You know that I'm one of them niggas
I ain't doin' no cappin' or lyin'
You rappers be chasin' the hype
I do it and I don't be tryin'
I ain't goin' against no legend, nigga
I'm tryna be next in line
They actin' like I just popped
I was platinum before I signed
I went platinum without no features
I put platinum on your mind
This Glock I got two-tone
and this bitch don't bust no rhyme
They wanna see me fucked
so they could deport me like I'm Shyne
No back and forth, I did it back then
I do it right now (Woo)
They tellin' me that I'm the G-O-A-T
I been here for a while
G. O. A. T. , love me today, hate me tomorrow
no switchin' my style
21, Yak', y'all get together
be big for the South (The globe)
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now (Uh)
Whatever I do is New York, you hear
that shit all in my vowels (Grrt)
I shook up the town, I shook up the city
I shook up the state
I'm one of them ones, on my second run
I'm on a new wave (Wave)
Two kings
We're sendin' love to the whole culture
21, Esco, Mass Appeal, Slaughter Gang
This shit too easy, king
nas - hero
REFRAIN
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero
Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him
REFRAIN
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero
Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half
Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy
Young, b!tch, I'm nasty
All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy
And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars
Sticks and humidors
That's what I call mature
That's what I call a g
That's what I call a pimp
That's what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, sh!t
REFRAIN
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That's why they fear me
This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul
So untitled it is
I never change nothin'
But people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, sh!t, I'ma drop it
Like it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I'm unbeatable, y'all
11fa
nas - nas is like
("Nas is . . ." -Nas) 7x
[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murderedm the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS
Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)
"Nas is like life or death.. my rep.."
"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under thisEarth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Chorus
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of emfam'
I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now..
Chorus
nas - album intro
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee.
Mmmhmm. Damn, man.
-I can't take it man.
Sho' can't.
-You think this is gonna eva' change?
Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn
chitlins every damn night.
-This cotton.
Shit!
-I can't take it man.
Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go.
Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin'
me man.
-It's callin' me too.
It's time we go.
-Yeah, I'm wichou!
Hey man, hey damn these chains, man.
Damn you master, you
ain't my master, man!
You aint nothin', you aint nothin.
-Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna
have ourselves a hangin' tonight!
Nineteen-ninety-six!
Back up in this nigga.
The right way, though, you know?
-Double-tre son, you know aint nothin'
coincedental or accidental, son.
No doubt!
-You know how it's goin' down, man.
It was all written.
-No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man,
you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son.
They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the
Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying?
son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two.
-You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play.
But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now.
-I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law,
cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin',
that's why these cats are slippin'
through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin',
though.
True.
-Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean?
Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son.
-Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right?
Word, with the big ass face on it.
-Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though
you know what I'm sayin?
No question.
-All eyes seein', son, you know we real.
Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men.
Nesa's the woman, know? It was written.
nas - 10 points
America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise
For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members
Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures
And ain't nobody in no cult
I give so much, financially give away
But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today
Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid
I trust no one today because what someone in my past didKing, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
Like Lebron does, but it's just seldomly shown
King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
King, I started sayin' "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King
Took it from a street dude, you don't need to be a street dude
Get a lawyer, read your contract, and eat food
Become Roberta Flack or Lionel
When you catch flack, that mean they got they eye on you
Produce great results, they start to lie on you
Is it love for a Queens dude in Supreme shoes
Or did the street code expire with these dudes?
Especially now, I don't expect you to bow, but stand
Creating jobs, named my venture from after the land
I came from, that's unheard of
A hood that's known for murder now doing mergers
The streets is a lie, don't believe these dudes, jail or death is all you get
They tell you never move, but when they get money, they split
King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
Like Lebron does, but it's just seldomly shown
King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" (Peace King)
And after that, it took off like fire
They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do
You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you
Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you
Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither
Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it
Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers
Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us
Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that
Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
Like Lebron does, but it's just seldomly shown
King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King
nas - ny state of mind
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man (Word, it's time?)
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit off
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit
Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
New York, New York ("New York state of mind"
New York, New York ("New York state of mind"
You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out
I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
but it's hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin
New York, New York
New York, New York
nas - eather
[gunshots]
[Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus:]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
nas - the message
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug cb4 gutso
Your luck no, I didn't know 'till I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked then 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 a-k spray dipped attache jumped out the range
Empty out the ashtray, a glass of zay
Make a man Cassius Clay
Red do plots, murder schemes 32
Shotguns regulate with my dunns
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 living, Vegas style roll vice in linen
Antera's spinning on milleniums
20 G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them, lex with t.v. set the minimum
I'll 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 'em
Chicken heads flock I lace 'em, fried
Broiled, amaze 'em, taste 'em, place
they clit way out of formation
It's horizontal how I have 'em
Fucking me in the benz wagon
Can it be vanity from last dragon
Grab 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 what they hear as
long as the dram's lit
Yo overnight thugs, bug because they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass holligans stay on that piranha shit
I peeped you frontin, I was in the jeep
Sunk in the seat tinted with heat beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the island in eighty-nine
Laying up playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine clanked 'em
What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time
Dug 'em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em
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 his biscuit before the copscome
Then they come asking me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went through the
left hospital that same night
What I got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown niggaz through blazing out his crew daily
The bridge touched me up severely hear me
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin
El's sippin Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggaz I was cool
With before we used to score together
Uptown copping the raw but a-a thug changes
and love changes and best friends become strangers
Word up
Yo to them niggaz gettin it on in the world ya know
To them niggaz that locked down doing their thing
Surviving know what I'm saying?
To my thorough niggaz New York and world wide
Yo to the Queens Bridge militia 9-6 shit the firm clique
The illmatic nigga it was written though
Been a long time comin
Y'all fake niggaz trying to copy
Come with yo cool
nas - blood diamonds
[Nas:]
They wanna shine on it
Shine on it (repeated)
Yah
They dug me the soil of mines in the motherland
Now I've placed from one hand to another hand
Illegal smuggling, people struggling,
Wish they can just throw me back in the mud again
Yeh, this is how we got here
Slave trade and the diamond trade
Every childs afraid, when his mother or father gets sprayed
Forced in the army, young killer brigade
Gets a new name, then he gets his nose glued
His mind can't take what he's going through
Lookin' in the dirt for that ice ol' blue
Then the royal family the ice goes to
This thing has to change, feelin' half ashamed
As i rap with my platinium chain
When you shop for a gift for me
You think about the misery
The same way we made a part our history
We could do the same to the complect ice
But everybody wanna shine right?
Everybody wants heaven, but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
Everybody wants heaven, but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
They wanna shine on em [repeated]
Uh
My bbs glimmers on my chest
Two hundred thousand crested watch on my wrist
I wonder how people starve to death
When God blessed the land that lacks the harvest
Their stones are quality, but their homes are poverty
And the whole world ignores the robbery
I bought my girl pretty rocks and she is mad at me
Tear drop shaped uh, perfect clarity
It shocks so many are killed annually
Cause of greed, lust, and pure vanity
Stop talkin' and do something about it
Every holiday season, jewelery stores crowded
Kids snatched from their homes, mutilated alive
Husbands spreaded from wives
Keep a Jesus peace to be fly
But back in the day, there was a time they called us shine
Everybody wants heaven, but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
Everybody wants heaven, but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed
They wanna shine on em [repeated]
nas - black girl lost
*click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed*
*phone rings, is picked up right away*
[G1] HELLO?!
[G2] Whassup girl..
[G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin
talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again
[G2] What, that God Body shit?
[G1] Yeah, that dumb shit
I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here
[G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight
[G1] Word f'real where?
[G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal
NOT THAT WHITE STUFF!
[G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at?
[JoJo Hailey]
Listen.. to reason
Pretty baby baby listen..
[Nas]
A young wild beautiful love child
You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin
Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin
The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine
Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails
Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..)
To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me
The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle
way too many Willies all in one hand
You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on
Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear
Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there
But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars
Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out
Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave
What up mah, frontin like you naive
Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip
Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word!
Chorus: JoJo Hailey
Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine
Pretty little face, get a little high
Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin the same ol' games
Messin with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes.. a black girl.. lost
[Nas]
Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless
Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest
to who'sever gettin down and trifless
To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless
Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs
More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah)
There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours
Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours
Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you
Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you
Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen
to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets
Must've had a bad deal in the past though
Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
You got a job part-time and school's your night thing
With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin home wantin more from a college degree
Chorus
[Nas]
Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is
Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless
Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you
could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to
more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you
You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to
drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off
So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed)
Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to
Everything that move be inside you
Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to
They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers
Damn look, there goes a black girl lost
[JoJo Hailey]
You should be ashamed of yourself
The way you carry yourself
The way you hang out all night long
Doin silly things that is wrong
Black girl.. *fades out*
nas - made you look
[verse 1: nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now let?s get it all in perspective
For all y?all enjoyment, a song y?all can step wit?
Y?all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain?t five-o, y?all know it?s nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don?t say my car?s topless
Say the titties is out, newness here?s the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit?
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, king?a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor men?s at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing ?88 back
[chorus: nas]
They shootin?! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin? big/big money, playboy your time?s up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin?! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin? big/big money, playboy your time?s up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
[verse 2: nas]
This ain?t rappin, this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat?s hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk?a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don?t start none, won?t be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don?t wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp?s drink down in his pimp cup
That?s the way you get timberland?d up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers?ca move swift
Girls get close, you?ca feel where the tool?s kept
All my just-comin? homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[chorus]
[thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots]
[verse 3: nas]
I see niggaz runnin?, yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don?t box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like pun said, you ain?t even en mi clasa
Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I?m a leader, at last this a don you wit?
My nines?ll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
nas - affirmative action
Intro: AZ
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..
nas - daughters
Explain
Check it out... I call it
Yeah
Yeah
I call it...
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) with daughters, I call this...
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest
Father figure but she rocking with it...
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important...
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid"
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast, one day she's ya little princess
Next day she talking boy business, what is this
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For (?) daughters, I call this
For (?) daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important...
And I ain't tryna mess ya thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love...
nas - hate me now
Escobar season has returned...
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.
Hear me, lets go
Chorus: Puffy
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 You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too
Cause I can't stop now Simple as that
You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die
You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
about anything thats about to go down
Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers,
do it now Fuck y'all
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 bring aside 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
money is power motherfucker
I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch
Do it now
Chorus I won't stop
can't stop
you gon'hate me
I hate you too
you can hate me now
you can hate me now
Do it now, I told you do it now lets go
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
you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop menow?
I hate you too
Do it now
Chorus
I like this, I like the way this feels
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 me up but I
but I flipped on these ducks You tried
Instead of me
ambulances were picking them up That's what you get
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
hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life
and that's what you can't understand
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)
nas - i can
Chorus:
I know i can
Be what i wanna be
If i work hard at it
Ill be where i wanna be
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
Verse 1:
B b-boys and girls listen up
You can be anything in the world in god we trust
An architect doctor maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like i met a woman whose becoming a star
She was very beautiful leaving people in awh
Singing songs leana horne but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person get a strung of that heroin
Cocaine sniffing up drugs all in her nose
Could of died so young now looks ugly and old
No fun cause now when she reaches for hugs people hold theybreath
Cause shes smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if your going to be the best imma tell you how
Put your hand in the air and take the vow
Chorus:
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
Verse 2:
B b-boys and girls listen again
This is for grown lookin girls whose only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be up in the club with fake id
Careful fore you meet a man wit h.i.v
You can host a tv like oprah winfrey
Whatever you decide be careful some men be
Rapist so act your age dont pretend to be
Older than you are give yourself time to grow
Ya thinking he can give you wealth but so
Young boys you can use a lot of help you know
You thinking life is all about smoking weed and ice
You dont wanna be my age and cant read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve than say it like this
Chorus:
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
Verse 3:
B before we came to this country
We were kings and queens never porch monkeys
There was empires in africa called cush
Timbuktu were every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught greeks and romans
Asian, arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money than became an powerment for europeans
The persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost rob naked
Slavery was money so the began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that alexander the great went
He was in shock that the mountains were black faces
Shot up there nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today you see
If the truth is told
The youth can grow
They'll learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangsters hoes
Read more learn more change the globe
Ghetto children do your thing
Hold your head up little man your a king
Young princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man will sing "shes my queen"
Chorus:
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
I know i can (i know i can)
Be what i wanna be (be what i wanna be)
If i work hard at it (if i work hard at it)
Ill be where i wanna be (ill be where i wanna be)
Save the music yall
Save the music yall
Save the music yall
Save the music yall
Save the music yall
Save the music
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