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NAS lyrics - God's Son

Book Of Rhymes

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Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu.. Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)

My Homeboy's Girlfriend

Eightball "Lost"
[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker] Verse 1 (Silkk) AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem down wit them drama boys an also Eightball understand I gotta plan to get me some green I stay in cruise like control but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right lanes, different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch, niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, you can get wit this, or you can get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz at, it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks, Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. Verse 2-(Buk) Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside, run it nigga nut wit yo five, I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I, you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy, adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys, can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money, now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???, gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up, an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you hadn't stuttered. Verse 3-(Mystikal) Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM, that's that bastard, an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya, it's when I fuck ya fasta, don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards, y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house, an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out, y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out, sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth, bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it, or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business, we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched, one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut. (Chorus x2) Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8) (Eightball) Real playaz, wit nothin but this uncut, (Master P) Down south fake hataz get tossed up. (Eightball) Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust, world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH! Verse 4-(Pysde) Here goes this potioness vocaless, wit the motion of locus, an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus, the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands, the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin, towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy, y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy, No Limit an Suave boy or I boy, you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you, some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is, a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???, ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???, inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me, the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me. Verse 5-(Master P) UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me, real niggaz an bitches get high wit me, I live the life of a No Limit soldier, I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya, but we all about our piz-aper, that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper, so handle bizze at the biz-house, it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House, gettin paid for the diz-ounds, worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds, so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!, get rowdy, get bout it. Verse 6-(Eightball) Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit, don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart, startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit, dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit, an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit, the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit, niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on, green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone, tornados flows, blow away my foes, hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut. (Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2) (Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)

ILLuminate

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Back when I first grabbed that pen I told myself I was gon' win And I ain't know when But it was gon' end Up happening, I want in So you can take your top 5 list Dead or alive and put me after Em I'm a fucking genius Gripping my fucking penis, living this life You can't tell me nothing Still ain't really got no money fucking right I'm all about that real, about that real This ain't no motion picture I tell you how that feel, how that feel Even when the odds against you They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong But that ain't me, I go too damn hard I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out Black lip nigga with his hair wild Too damn proud Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy Oh boy, I'm the man now TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free This business is quick sand and I won't sink Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then Further more we do this for y'all Rap is stressin' but it pays great That is until you lose appeal And your release date gets date raped Stay safe, hold your head I got two fifth and a loaf of bread Feed the people, food for thought Because we are equal, who'd have thought [Hook: Ab-Soul & Kendrick] They wanna share my light [x8] You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light [x2] [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to My niggas say my new shit past due I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed HiiiPoWeR on another plateau I know you know we need a few plaques too The brand new niggas with a attitude Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too Too I'll when I jot these words True eel when I shock the world I know life's a bitch When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl Cold shit, I'm hot though Like Cold get, Ab-Soul This is a shift in paradigm I remember when I couldn't spare a dime Now I step in with a pair of dimes On P's, y'all know me Flow like water, admiralty The best author ever to breath And as we proceed to follow these dreams I ain't losing no sleep No, no at them no doors Just know "No" if it's no dough So high but I'm Soulo Two cups and I sip slow Taking my time We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show Now let's go [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Time and time I drop line for line But only time will tell If I ever go Columbine And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill See the truth is, they wanna know how close me, Dre and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to be 2Pac But truth I give two shits 'bout Expectations or critics hating Shit, I just put moms on vacation Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness The Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tip like Kinta Kunta Black is back bitch I'm the the coupe-da Black on black crime resent the shooter Black, black, black, I intend to mute you Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game so please don't ask me about no pressure Bitch see the grip on my fingertip I can hold this coast together [Hook]

Drive By

THREE 6 MAFIA "Hypnotize Camp Posse"
(feat. Project Pat) [Chorus-2x] Hit the weed Pass the dough Mask'em face Hide the yo Ride on up Not too fast Point the guns Kill yo' ass [1st verse] I'm a North Memphis nigga My nigga to my last days And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up But fuck the signs If ya step I hold my chrome up Don't give a fuck 'Bout them niggas that you hangin' wit' I'm rollin' up Let this tech start sangin' bitch I never quit til' you violators take a nap Pop in yo' car Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap I know ya strapped But you cowards like to play hard But knowing that you don't wanna catch A murder charge See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor You snort a line in yo' mind Now youse a killa So pull the trigger so We can let the dice roll Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole It's Project Pat on the track wit' the dope cookin' And where I'm from Grown men don't take no ass whoopins [Chorus-2x] [2nd verse] Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked up You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost Cause youse a hoe And I'm the motherfucking boss Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang What you gon' do When that thang's in ya face man It's Project Pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg [Chorus-4x] Pat starts talking over chorus til end

The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Against All Authority
Going down with the rest of the rats on this stinking ship Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells like shit Another night coated with blood, sweat and spit Wake up again with a face full of floor In another town that I've left before At another time with all the memories that I could hoard You can try to hold us down but we won't submit A mouthful of slogans might as well be shit It all tastes the same to a bunch of hypocrites We roam the land, living in a van Hosing down wherever we can And I trace it all back to six days in Amsterdam I'm tired but I'm persistent I took the path that was most resistant I've covered so much distance, I never asked for any assistance Rock bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's looking better every night To this lad, I can't measure my wealth by the things I have But I'll sleep tight tonight Sweating blood to make it work I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in Koln I can still taste the blood I've left on every microphone From Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall Throwing up blood and alcohol Lost an engine but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas The suits came knocking, said they represent Some fat cat asshole seeking settlement For defacing an American dream his -AAA-dvertisment Another time, murder on my mind A cold shiver runs down my spine I can trace it all back the these feelings I confine

Get Back

D12 "Devils Night"
[Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back, back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back [repeat both lines 3x] You better... [Proof] Doin a box of doctrine, on stompin oxygen afta 10 wit fork to your optic lens Hittin wit a sudden force Leave your boy layin in the same puddle of blood as yours When I flood his porch Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub A double-deuce wit slugs, I'm Proof on drugs We'll turn you to a rapper that we used to love How you on medicine cabinet pills Grabbin the steel, leapin over buildings that haven't been built I'm not the best yet cuz I haven't been killed I'm laughin at you faggot-ass rappin for deals, you better [Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better... I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment He only gave me the fuckin gas for thirty minutes this mornin Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray Checked out the next day in a dress wit a sex change I'm havin a bad day My fuckin dad's gay, I hate fags, and I'm fuckin mad cuz I don't have AIDS All I want to do is die I tried suicide six times and couldn't even do it right Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs And had to be dragged back to rehab wit bloody kneecaps Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a chokeslam I swear to God, this 'Pac poster comes any closer I'm kickin this whole fuckin wall over Two more shots and it's all over I'm all over this wall, tryin not to fall over [Bizarre] BLOAW BLOAW! Shots in broad day (BIZARRE, THAT'S YOUR MOM!) The bitch shouldn't have been in the way Me, Shady and Mike fuckin a hemaphrodite My little sister was a virgin till late last night High off a kite off of stick of sherm Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns A unibomber tryin to escape this country Tell O.J. he better be comin up wit my money Bizarre goes commerical Nigga, you can forget it Bitch suck my *dick* that is the radio edit I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes Battle me, you better go eat your vegetables I'm iller than a Muslim eatin a pork hotdog in African festival This shit is serious, watch me sniff 'cane Avoid the pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained [Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back [repeat both lines 5x] You better get the FUCK back 'Get back' [cut up and repeated]

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