Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
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Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah
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[Nas]
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Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
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I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
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For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
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Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
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First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
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Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
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Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
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But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
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I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
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From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
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Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
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I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a
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[Chorus]
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Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
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You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
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So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
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You clone me, you wanna be me son, I'm the one and only
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But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
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You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
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But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
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Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction
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[Nas]
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You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
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It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
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Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
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And show you how to stay off my dick
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That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
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When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
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No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
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You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
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Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
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Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
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Realize, how many classics I gave you
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Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you
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[Chorus]
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[Nas]
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You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
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Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
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Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
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At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
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As real millionaire, shit'll take place
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Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
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This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
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To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
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is not to destroy your man
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But to bring more to mankind and teach
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Every MC reach for your pens and papers
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Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
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Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
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And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
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I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
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And you my offspring, the boss sting
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A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
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Nas the king, where my grapes, where my band at?
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Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
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If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
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What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
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Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
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But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
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Take me out, try try try, but you
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[Chorus]
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You can't be me
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U Wanna Be Me
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Nas |