| Lyrics: | "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 this Earth
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 em fam'
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..
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