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Uh uh, yo
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They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
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But I overstand they truth is all lame
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I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
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Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
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Nas - too real, Nas - true king
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It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
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Your arms too short to box with god
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I don't kill soloists only kill squads
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Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
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Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
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I seen it comin
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Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
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Came in with my style, so I fathered you
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I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
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Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
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Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
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If I, ever make a record
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I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
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But look at me now, ten years deep
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Since the project, ??? ???
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I never asked to be top of rap's elite
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Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
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But look at me now
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(Chorus)
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"You're the man" "You're the man"
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"You're the man" "You're the man"
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"You're the man" "You're the man"
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"You're the man" "You're the man"
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"You're the man" "You're the man"
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But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
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And diamond rings can poison a rap star
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It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
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I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
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Wish I could flap wings and fly away
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To where black kings and Ghana stay
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So I could get on my flesh right away
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But that'll be the day when it's peace
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When my gat don't need to spray
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When these streets are safe to play
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Sex with death, indulge in these women
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Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
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Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
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Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
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I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?
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I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
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I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
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If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
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Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
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In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception
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When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
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My destiny found me
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It was clear why the struggle was so painful
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Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
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And God, I'm so thankful
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(Chorus to fade)
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You're Da Man
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