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NAS lyrics - I Am

Nas Is Like

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'Nas is . . .' - [Nas (7x)] [Nas] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, 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.. I'm a rebel.. ' '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.. [Chorus]


2PAC "Better Dayz"
And my niggas say We want the FAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: Tupac] Though we exist and breathe Some believe currency comes to g's Stresses half the ghetto With success comes greed [echo] They got me hot When they shot me Plotted My revenge To increase my ends Enemies gettin dropped Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame [echo] Niggas change fast [echo] That's a shame [echo] What's the game Lost souls Who controls our brain Who can I blame [echo] The world seems strange at times Somewhat insane [echo] I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded [echo] Searching for a curse I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them Blast it Wrapped in plastic Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats Fake in fame [Verse 2:] Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat Shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny On knees And ones desires Be pulling all my cabbage Like priors Stuck in the trance Searching for something higher Fortune and fame [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (FAME) The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 3:] Searching for fortune and fame Lost in the rain A lose of the game With life the cost of the game We forcing the change Mother fuck flossing the chain [echo] All the blame Belongs to the part of the brain [echo] That we never use nigga Plus my heart is in pain [echo] And if I ever lose homey Bet I'm at it again [echo] Outlaws don't die So united we stand [echo] And if family 'come a foe All the fortune and fame [echo] [Verse 4: Napoleon] As I walk up in the crib Laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels Hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down Outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart Your gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall And I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame Like glocks clocked And keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded But still shine in the dark You can easy been a man But you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got From generation of game In the road of life dog We need to switch up lanes Think about it [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (FAME) The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 5:] I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me Now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood That when I finally got out At first it ain't feel good I was just a baby Still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit Ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me Thinking ain't no help I pray for my health My mind And my family too State of myself My grind And my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real Life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree That's fame to me How about it [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame

Yesterday When I Was Young

(Charles Aznavour / Herbert Kretzmer) Spoken : Somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet As rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze May tease the candle flame The thousand dreams I dreamed The splendid things I planned I always built to last on weak and shifting sand I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day And only now I see how the time ran away Yesterday when I was young So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung So many wild pleasures lay in store for me And so much pain my eyes refused to see I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out I never stopped to think what life was all about And every conversation that I can now recall Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all The game of love I played with arrogance and pride And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died The friends I made all somehow seemed to slip away And only now I'm left alone to end the play, yeah Oh, yesterday when I was young So many, many songs were waiting to be sung So many wild pleasures lay in store for me And so much pain my eyes refused to see There are so many songs in me that won't be sung I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue The time has come for me to pay for yesterday When I was young

Criminal Minded

Boogie Down Productions "Criminal Minded"
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles Let It Be ) Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded...


Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
There's no myth or fable about the pimpin' at your label What goes on under the table, why you think your deal is so unstable Now, whose the macaroni, A amp;R's acting phony Once you make the matrimony, then he start to slackin' don't he Or could it be the president that's being hesitant Playin' his artist like a corner workin' specimen And I ain't kidding you when I say it's political The way they make a ridicule of artists can be pitiful You know damn well there shouldn't be no company CO Trying to show me about rap that's 53 or so But yet and still they want to add advice, trying to keep their status right When they should be working records for Gladys Knight Who shape artists, man they catching rape charges Once you sign on the dotted line, they lead you in the blind Then you find, your state of revenue remains the same Cause you getting less points than Steve Kerr be getting in a game And just because it be too hardcore to judge it They won't even touch it, and get to frontin' on the budget When new artists come out, I can foresee the worst outcome Cause everybody I know got beat their first album So I took my contract to a lawyer so he can check it out (He don't know) Then I took it to Dionne Warwick so she can read my hand (She don't know) Chorus It's a shame, when artists gotta deal with cheats They got game, for every young rapper they see out on the streets You sign your name, they get like Big Red on the Five Heartbeats Now who the blame, when you starvin' and your record label eats Verse 2 Preach brother They say the truth will set you free, but I see signs of treachery Go on perpetually, here's how they get you G They use the tricks, just to juice your mix But cross be in their heart like a vampire stabbed with a crucifix I had the enemy in my vicinity with the false identity Of a friend to me to injure me They ride along just to guide you wrong Play like they beside you strong, and start to faking moves like Olajuwon Who side you on, revealing all that low down dirty dealing I can see your skin peeling it changed like a chameleon First you believe in them, but once you disagree with them They try to get Magilla repertoire and that ain't even them And all those who has betrayed, be fast to fade Cause they cast a shade, with the masquerade What's dealt, is low blows below the belt Lord have mercy, I know how Julius Caesar must have felt I start to think back when I was just a youth I should have listened to the words of the God Born Truth He said, look out for black snakes they all up in your cypher Black snakes you can't see therefore they sneak up and they bite ya' They get to flippin' cause they think you slippin' So remember, don't get to slippin' cause they get to flippin' And trippin', what's that you grippin', beside your hippin' You think my heart is skippin', go save that game for Scottie Pippen Chorus It's a shame, to see how far left people be going They got game, to think that all this time you said you know them It ain't the same, Aah, so now you see the way they flowin' Now who they blame, ain't nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing Verse 3 Now, wait a minute, I'm starting to see lotsa, hip-hop imposters Is rap a category at the Oscars Too much Nino Brown up in your life Cause since then, man I done seen Wesley Snipes playin' a drag queen But yet and still you want to mimic the stars of cinema Pretending huh So full of it they need an enema Cause see dig, they all like to talk big But then they want to renege, when there's a curling iron in their wig You talking loud and saying nothing, what's the world becoming The frontin', now pay attention you may learn something Now, I ain't knocking you, but come on let's be logical You know that it's impossible to stop the unstoppable I would suggest that they, go back and check my resume Cause tunes that I made yesterday, can hang out with the best today Peace to Easy Mo, cause he makes the beats to flow And I grab the microphone and flip it like pizza dough Chorus Shame Now who the blame I need to be the Mayor, so I can change the things around here I need to be the Governor, I need to be the Governor

Long Kiss Goodnight

Notorious Big "Life After Death"
[CHORUS] TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods yo dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas snort-cane niggas extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing Catch canes, come out frontin Smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the 'P' Mix shots, 'work ya seat up' Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up LONG KISS [CHORUS X 2] UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin... Maniacs put my name in raps--'support them' Games dat Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwards, and Duchees Ya can't touch me Try ta rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms-n-the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch [CHORUS X 2] Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin I got the lettuce in You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then drugs and mac-10's Hug from fake friends Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you Open the safe too No matter how ya call it(how ya call it) This 'bralick',alcoholic Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the time Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine Flat-line Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe' 'Slink steal slow' As you remorse we feel no [CHORUS X 6]

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