"Nas is..." - [Nas (7x)]
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[Nas]
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Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
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Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
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As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
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My plateau, and also, what defines my name
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First it was Nasty, but times have changed
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Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
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I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
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Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
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Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
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That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
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On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
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Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
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Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
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To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
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To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
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Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
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is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
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Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
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Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
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And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell...
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NAS, NAS
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[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
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"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. "
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"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
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"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
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"No doubt.."
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[Nas]
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"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
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Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
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Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
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Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
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"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
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Before the Christ, after the death
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The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
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Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
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Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
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From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
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Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
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Bet my nine spit for the pesos
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But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
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Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
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They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
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Before my number's called, history's made
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Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
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Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
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To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
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It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
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Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
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Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
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[Chorus]
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[Nas]
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"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
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I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
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I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
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Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
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I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
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Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
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I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
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Corporate accounts from a rich company
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I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
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combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
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Bulletproof Hummer man
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I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
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I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
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I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
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Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
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Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
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Now..
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[Chorus]
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Nas Is Like
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