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Nas - U wanna be me

Nas :: :: 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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