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hh, oooooooooooooh baby, babykeep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah[nas]now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose mei think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone mefor they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laiddead in the street, it's so fuckin pitifulfirst they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserablecause she wanna dress like bonnie, robin and crystal dobut crystal's single, bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)i can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealthfrom jags to bentleys to, plenty ass bitchescan't keep they hands to theyself no morei'm like, hugh hefner, you lesser, you just a[chorus]wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitchyou coward, you clown, you just wanna be downso you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phonyyou clone me, you wanna be son, i'm the one and onlybut you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weakyou flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst daybut you - wanna be me, i burn you and learn you a lessonconcernin this mic profession, turn your direction[nas]you can't be me, not in your wildest fantasyit's childish; should i have to resort to violence?pay me a half a million, i'll consult your albumand show you how to stay off my dickthat's the thing i hate the most, can't even call you a manwhen you gotta call out my name to get you some fansno talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infectionyou unlucky, i'm your fuckin c-sectionplus i'm the last real nigga alivetoast glass, ill will, the label get highrealize, how many classics i gave youperhaps if you think back you'll realize that i made you[chorus][nas]you can't be me, i'm tryin to walk a straight linewhy they tryin to take mine? i'm past +8 miles+ of every state lineeating, alligators and, hummingbird heartsat the player's ball, brianni suits, y'all birds watchas real millionaire, shit'll take placeevil as hitler's hate-race peoplethis is god son, and i've come from the god under pure peaceto represent the streets, you'll see that my planis not to destroy your manbut to |
bring more to mankind and teachevery mc reach for your pens and paperslesson one be creative; what you made of junior?cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your handand understand, to battle nas not in your plani'm the last real nigga alive, understand thatand you my offspring, the boss stinga bulletproof porsche things, hard for you to understand thatnas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain meif i ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass inwhat the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?guns'll clutch if i get a inklin that you comin for the kingpinbut i laugh at you cowards, ha ha hatake me out, try try try, but you[chorus]You can't be me |
