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

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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
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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

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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

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You can't be me