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