Nas - Nothing Lasts Forever Lyrics

Nas - Nothing Lasts Forever Video

A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life

But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there

You gon' get everything you ever wanted baby

That's my word

 

Trust, my niggas come home from long bids

They check for me before they see their own kids

I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in

Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers

Cop Ferraris with navigational screens

Guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens

Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers

Bumpin' out old shit

That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a le tigre short sleeves

Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up

From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt

100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts

Back then, nobody wore a vest

Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test

Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot willin'

Look at the chain I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand

Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin'

Half of the crew probably on the island

Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger

Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought

Project life was promised nothin' but to die trife

For steppin' on the next man's nikes my motto look for tomorrow

Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way

Gats spray these shorties is killers

The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller

And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in

Like 'who's you' when I cruise through

I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends

Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever

 

Everything will eventually come to an end

So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it

The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better

Cuz nothin' lasts forever

 

Everything will eventually come to an end

So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it

The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better

Cuz nothin' lasts forever

 

Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'

Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin'

Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs

One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs

Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2

Pool parties beautiful view

You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style

Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile

Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses

Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'

Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this

On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless

Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments

Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested

Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia

Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum

You should live, there's only one life that's the physical

Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable

Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'

Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion

The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you

Things that make you laugh represent the past

Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor

Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more

Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down

Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town

Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still

Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real

 

Everything must eventually come to an end

So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it

The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better

Cuz nothin' lasts forever, ya know

 

I said everything eventually comes to an end

So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it

The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better

Cuz nothin' lasts forever

Ya know, ya now, nothin' lasts forever ya know

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Nas - In Too Deep Lyrics

Nas - In Too Deep Video

Nature: (talking)

 

Yo Yo Yo Son

You ever felt a funny vibe

What you supposed to do?

And ya man's ain't ya man's

And ya friend's ain't ya friend's

And ya money ain't yours anymore

And niggas wanna count your money

Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got

 

You know what I'm sayin

Sometimes I gotta take long trips and get away from this shit

I can't take this shit no more

This shit right here be fucking niggas like me up Knowhatimsayin

I been exposed to too much and too long

All my niggaz out there in the hood and shit

That be bringing that real shit

Put your fucking Phillies in the air

Your Back Woods your White Owl

Your Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to this shit right here

This that real shit here

This is the soundtrack to the realness right here

Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin

It's all real all live nigga what what nigga

 

Nas:

Yo A yo A yo A yo

I thank a dead homey

Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me

A constapated mental

Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in the ghetto

Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?

Welfare it's dark and there's no help here

Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear

But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made

A g will get you gats sprayed

At my man's funeral it's like nobody care

The police get shot the mayor and everybody there

Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy

Soldiers small faces painted on the walls

I was born to ball

Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before

Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives

Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys

Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies

Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shit gets live

Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep

Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

 

Chorus:

 

Nature: You want war I'mma give u war

Nas: I'm in too deep

Nature: You want peace imma give u peace

Nas: Raised in the streets

Nature: You want love imma show u love

Nas: Life of a thug

Nature: There's no love for me in these streets

Nas: I'm in too deep

Nature: It's just hustlers in the streets

Nas: Raised in the streets

 

Nature:

 

Yo A yo

When you in too deep you better climb out and find out

Are you the one they looking at cuz when you looking back

It's your time to fear if the drama's severe

I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear

Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke

I try to patch it white kids is buying acid

Closing down spots popping a knot

Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin the blocks

Calling phantom on the tape

I'm the phantom of the wax

Now meat the man behind the music examing the facts

I use it, to my advantage do this shit everyday

Like sneaking gats up in grade eight

Six Flags catch me getting on the popular rides

If a nigga violate he get top of the line

Small hot ones locked in the spines

Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no doubt

I keep shits disguising six shirts in the trunk

Imagin it gets six times worse when I'm drunk

Prepare for death first of the month

Open and rise, t's right here in front of you open your eyes

I can't explain it cuz it's not normal, is niggas loyal

I talk about life and live it for you this shit is soil

Like the dirt that I walk on you talk on

You say I had love for ya know it's all gone all gone

 

Chorus:

 

Nature: You want war I'mma give u war

Nas: I'm in too deep

Nature: You want peace imma give u peace

Nas: Raised in the streets

Nature: You want love imma show u love

Nas: Life of a thug

Nature: There's no love for me in these streets

Nas: I'm in too deep

Nature: It's just hustlers in the streets

Nas: Raised in the streets

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Nas - The Cross Lyrics

Nas - The Cross Video

Chorus 2X: Nas

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion

I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

I had to bring it back to New York

I'm happy that the streets is back in New York

For you rappers, I carry the cross

 

Nas

Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers

There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to

I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated

But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited

NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society

Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me

I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em

To which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was

I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B

Rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly

Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me

Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me

What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be

The next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see

Jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life

We both still mournin on our mother's, life

And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck

A six, a truck, some guns to bust

I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass

With the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path

 

Chorus

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary woulda had an abortion

I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

I had to bring it back to New York

I'm happy that the streets is back in New York

For you rappers, I carry the cross

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion

I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

I had to bring it back to New York

I'm happy that the streets is back in New York

For you rappers, I carry the cross

 

Nas

I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little less

I can't be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex

I can't rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids

Water and flowers in 'em while my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin

Gotta keep a lot of heat;

30 cals 10 millimeters 40 cals plus the heckler,

To set y'all straight You too light? I shoot your freckles out

You too dark? The infrared show you what the tec about

Huh? I'm stressin out, need more offices for bosses

Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy

We can sell mo' boats on the coast, give coats to the po'

And give hope to the broke that live low

But that ain't reality, I look happy but under the sky

You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3

Will love you but lead you to they own, hidden evil

BITCH! You the reason niggaz be beefin, hoe get on

'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on

From here on, it's a new day Million dollars ain't,

What it was yesterday many problems, many niggaz,

Most involved but they fake hope y'all relate

 

Chorus

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary woulda had an abortion

I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

I had to bring it back to New York

I'm happy that the streets is back in New York

For you rappers, I carry the cross

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion

I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

I had to bring it back to New York

I'm happy that the streets is back in New York

For you rappers, I carry the cross

 

Nas I carry the cross

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Nas - Star Wars Lyrics

Nas - Star Wars Video

Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah

 

Verse 1

For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin

To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was then

Instead a, me on this track on this beach with palm trees

Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw

Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that

Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black

I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote

It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package

And they would send the dope back then

Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin

But it's small change compare to hip hoppin

And did I mention millions because of lip poppin

Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin

Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one

It's shockin you thinkin naw it's just rhymin

But all this time it's like organized crimin

For instance, there was a time when there was a line

Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in

The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper

Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya

The government watchin all of those who thuggin it

They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it

Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass

The shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars

 

Chorus

We call it Star Wars

What happens when the shots ring out, Star Wars

We call it Star Wars

 

Verse 2

Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken

Catfish no snails simple nigga to please

Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks

She remembers Busy B battles when it was peace

Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought

Niggaz was raised off the shit I record

Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock

Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams

Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness

Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms

With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built

It's nothin mother had a motherfucker

I don't think about it niggaz talkin there's a lot of gossip

That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects

Can I? Does a plant grow from a plant yes

Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris

Y'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crew

Doin whatever's trendy, even they leave me too

Ain't enough room in this town

What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars

 

Chorus

Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars

Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out

 

Verse 3

This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police

Not what you read in tabloid seats

These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it

Because the game was supposed to be sold we livid

Came from the streets we the voice of the youth

America's nightmare was given a the mic booth

Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars

Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs

Entertainment, this is our world this is our language

Different regions speakin east and west gang shit

You got your positive shit like, Common Sense

But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube

Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules

What you think is different from the block whenever we feud

Fuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs

Don't trust bitches and niggaz who tell you your all of that

Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe

To run in your release party sprayin the place

Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door

Behind you with your seeds in Kay Bee Toys store

Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggaz check you

You 'gon let that nigga play you, you know we 'gon rep you

Next mornin every news channel and front page

Headlines another rapper was slayed, this is Star Wars

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Nas - One Love Remix Lyrics

Nas - One Love Remix Video

Verse One:

 

What up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid

When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

F**k it black, no time for looking back it's done

Plus congratulations you know you got a son

I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flip it, talk about he acts too rough

He didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff

I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too

F**king with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you

But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

Jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club

Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time

Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's

At night time there's more trife than ever

Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?

If so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest

Say whassup to herb, ice and bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commisary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

One what? one love

 

Verse Two:

 

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

Out in new york the same shit is going on

The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking

Hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking

The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something

Word to mother, i heard him fronting

And he be pumping on your block

Your man gave him your glock

And now they run together, what up son, whatever

Since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease

When i heard you blew a nigga with the ??? for a phone piece

Whylin' on the island but now with ???

Better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire

Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers

I maintain when you come home the corner's ours

On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, see you on the next v i

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks

Plus ??? flicks

Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me

He might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key

So stay civilised, time flies

Though incarcerated your mind dies

I hate it when your mum cries

It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a

I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs

For one love

 

Verse Three:

 

Sometimes i sit back with a budda sack

Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera

F**k a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er

So i be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping

A two day stay, you may say i need the time alone

To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

You see the streets have me stressed something terrible

F**king with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue

Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10

A future in a maximum state pen is grim

So i comes back home, nobody's helping shorty

Do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops

He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof

So i wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce

He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughing when i peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard

Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him

'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one

Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families f**ked up

Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style

Then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes

Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose

And told my little man that i'm a go cyprose

There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose

Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above

Keep an eye out for jake shorty what

One love

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Nas - Heaven Lyrics

Nas - Heaven Video

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Or save it all for you?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH

Before reconsidering, this Hell with you

It ain't you it's the things you do (do)

It's tearing my heart in two

I would of fell with you

To Hell with you

 

Nas

If Heaven was a mile away

And you could ride by the gates

Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?

Would you pray louder finally believing His power?

Even if you couldn't see, but you could feel would you still doubt him?

How would you start acting?

Would you try to put the ki's down?

Thinking every drug sell that you make in the streets He can see now

Would a fiend even want to get high, would he stop smoking?

If he knew on his own two feet he could just stroll in

To get away and escape from the craziness

And I bet you there's a Heaven for an atheist

It's hard taking this

Racist planet where they take another brother in a handcuff

Even if he innocent nigga get on the car put your motherfucking hands up

Thinking I'm a lose it

My mom's in chemo

Three times a week, yo keep trying but people

Is hard and God, your young soldier's not so bold

But need you

This world's my home but world I would leave

 

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Or save it all for you?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH

Before reconsidering, this Hell with you

It ain't you it's the things you do (do)

It's tearing my heart in two

I would of fell with you

To Hell with you

 

Nas

Nigga what you think I'ma stop building

I'ma stop feeling like I'm Amistad's great great grandchildren

How I'm not gonna want to make millions

Since the quarter water days in the hallways making fake coke

Pass with the Reeses Pieces wrapper in my mouth all day

But then my style has quite a while that same type as Ill and Al Skratch

Game time to them cats never looked back Cristal blowing dub sacks

That's when it all just hit me

You see the broads and Bentleys is nothing less my nigga spend it all with me

I'd give it all away quickly

Just to hear them all I'd buy some new kicks free of any autographs so

Not to be recognized forgive me

It's becoming unbearable

Making hits is easy

Put a famous bitch on the hook there you go with a platinum CD

I know you heard the noise

Preachers touching on altar boys

Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord

How can they do the devil's work?

A man giving another man head in church

Hell it hurts just to fathom the thought wishing that I fled the Earth.

 

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Or save it all for you?

(If Heaven was a mile away)

Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH

Before reconsidering, this Hell with you

It ain't you it's the things you do (do)

It's tearing my heart in two

I would of fell with you

To Hell with you

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Nas - K-I-S-S-I-N-G Lyrics

Nas - K-I-S-S-I-N-G Video

Hook:

Picture us married, you and me

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

I remember the first time, girl you and me

F-U-C-K-I-N-G

Girl, picture us married, you and me

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

I remember the first time, girl you and me

F-U-C-K-I-N-G

 

1st Verse:

She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless

Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this

Showed me how excitin' life is

I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks

The sheistiest, put you on they heist list

How we met must have been fate

First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak

She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid

How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid

She said she want to have a family raise kids someday

Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day

I can get with that. I dropped you off home

I call, you hit me back

I wanna dig that and did I? I did that

Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids at

You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats

You precious, more precious than lost treasure

Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin' we can stay together

 

Hook

 

2nd Verse:

I see you dressed up in white, face covered in vail

Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin' rice

And it's today that your father give you away

To a real man, I gently put the ring on your hand

Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to

Now, look me in my eyes and say I do

Drivin' off in the Rolls Royce, Just Married on the plates

We can spend our honeymoon in the states

You can throw your friend the bouquet

Somethin' in the back of my head say

For us two, maybe cuz I love you

Hug you, squeeze you, touch you, tease you

As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you

Won't stop till I tell you me to beautiful

Deeper and harder love layin' nude with you

Runnin' my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by

While I'm wit you and I won't even care, word

 

Hook

 

3rd Verse:

She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pa's

Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas

Thug ones to those soft as baby, shit

She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips

Till one day she decided to flip

It was nuttin' I can do about it, like she the boss and shit

Started talkin' this divorcin' shit

I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake

Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that

Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that

Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that

All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass

Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look

With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook

For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too

You my queen, God bless you

 

Hook (2x to fade)

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Nas - I Can Lyrics

Nas - I Can Video

chorus: NaS, girl, (children)

(I know I can

Be what I wanna be

If I work hard at it

I'll be where I wanna be)

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what i wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wannna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

 

(Verse 1)

B, b boys and girls listen up,

You can be anything in the world, in God we trust,

An architect, doctor, maybe an actress

But nothin' comes easy it takes much practice,

Like I met a woman who was becoming a star,

She was very beautiful leaving people in awe.

Singin' songs, later on, but the younger version,

Hung wit' the wrong person, got her stunger than heroine,

Cocaine, sniffin' up drugs all in her nose,

Could've died so young, now looks ugly and old,

No fun cause now when she reaches for hugs people hold thier breath

Cuz she smells of corrosion and death,

Watch the company you keep, and the crowd you bring,

Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing,

So if you gonna be the best im'a tell you how,

Put your hands in the air and take the vow

 

chorus

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be what I wanna be)

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what i wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

 

(verse 2)

B, b, boys and girls listen again

This is for grown looking girls who's only ten.

The ones who watch videos and do what they see

As cute as can be, up in the clubs with fake ID.

Careful 'fore you meet a man with HIV.

You can host a TV like Oprah Winfrey

Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be

Rapists so act your age, don't pretend to be

Older than you are, give yourself time to grow,

You're thinking he can give you wealth but so

Young boy, you could use a lot of help you know

Ya thinkin' life's all about smokin' weed and ice.

You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write,

Beggin' different women for a place to sleep at night.

Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish.

If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

 

chorus

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be what I wanna be)

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what i wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

 

(verse 3)

B, be'fore we came to this country,

We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys.

There was empires in Africa called Kush,

Timbuktu, where every race came to get books

To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans,

Asians, Arabs, and gave them gold; When

Gold was converted to money it all changed,

Money then became empowerment for Europeans.

The Persian military invaded,

They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred

Africa was almost robbed naked,

Slavery was money, so they began making slaveships.

Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went

He was in shock that in the mountains were black faces.

Shot off their nose to impose what basically

Still goes on today you see.

If the truth is told the youth can grow.

They'll learn to survive, until they gain control.

Nobody says you have to be gangsters, hoes.

Read more, learn more, change the globe.

Ghetto children do your thing.

Hold your head up, little man, you're a king.

Young princess when you get your wedding ring,

Your man is saying, She's my queen!

 

chorus

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be what I wanna be)

I know I can (I know I can)

Be what i wanna be (Be what I wanna be)

If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)

I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

 

children harmonizing

 

Save the music y'all

Save the music y'all

Save the music y'all

Save the music y'all

Save the music

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Nas - Made You Look Lyrics

Nas - Made You Look Video

Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts!

Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts!

 

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective

For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'

Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice

But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo

Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse

In a white tee lookin for wifie

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze

We can drive thru the city no doubt,

But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out,

Newness here's the anthem put your hand up

That you shoot with, count your loot wit'

Push the pool stick in your new crib,

Same hand that you hoop with swing around like you stupid,

King'a the town, yeah I been that

You know I click-clack where you and your men's at

Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

 

They shootin'! Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

 

They shootin'! Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

 

This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot

My live niggaz lit up the reefer

Trunk at the car we got the street sweeper

Don't start none, won't be none no reason for your mans to panic

You don't wanna see no ambulances

Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup

That's the way you get Timberland'd up

Let the music diffuse all attention

Ball or convention, free admission

Hustlers, dealers and killers'can move swift

Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept

All my just-comin' homies, parolees

Get money, leave the beef alone slowly

Get out my face, you people so phoney

Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

 

They shootin'! Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

 

They shootin'! Aw made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

 

Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts! Bravehearts!

 

I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude

I lay you out, show you what steel do

Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges

Every invitation to fight you punk arses

Like Pun said, You not even en mi clasa

Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma

Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too

Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love

Lemme feel how the head is Females whose the sexiest

Is always the nastiest And I like a little sassiness,

A lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth

I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'

My nines I'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness!

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Nas - Get Down Lyrics

Nas - Get Down Video

Get-get... get down!

 

Uh... uh... uh...

 

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete

And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration

Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem

Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin

Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's

But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities

Worldwide on the thorough side of things

Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time

One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat

40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me

Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you

I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered

If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block

And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched

I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair

Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do

Yeah man, throwin them bones

Hopin my ace get his case thrown

His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein

While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls

Showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof

The D.A. who tried him was lyin

A white dude, killed his mother durin the case

Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced

Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier

Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild

Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle

I wanna crack a smile when I see him

Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom

He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin

Then he grabbed the judge, screams out nobody leavin everybody

 

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!

sample from James Brown, cut and repeated

 

Everybody

 

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!

sample from James Brown, cut and repeated

 

Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em

Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em

They make you dissapear, this' a year that I won't forget

Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs

Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers

Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin

They had the coke game somethin crazy

Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me

Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin

Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them

Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me

I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy

Now I'm back around the old school that raised me

New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see

A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay

The letter say, Nas I got your back the fools don't play

I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral

Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible

The nigga still alive in a hospital

Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too

See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things

He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano

Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano

She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile

Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed

Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in

But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit

I let the hammers blow, wet three kids

See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama

Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed

Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu

He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

 

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!

 

Everybody

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!

 

unknown speaker

All I really gotta say is that

If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?

How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?

A shame when you ain't look at it

My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk

Somebody gotta make a change

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