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    Nas You're Da Man

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    2:29
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    Добавлена 10 февраля 2014 пользователем N1

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    Uh uh, yo

    They plan was to knock me out the top of the game

    But I overstand they truth is all lame

    I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames

    Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name

    Nas - too real, Nas - true king

    It's however you feel, g'head, you swing

    Your arms too short to box with god

    I don't kill soloists only kill squads

    Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"

    Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys

    I seen it comin

    Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do

    Came in with my style, so I fathered you

    I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"

    Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with

    Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...

    If I, ever make a record

    I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit

    But look at me now, ten years deep

    Since in the project, crack in my socks weep

    I never asked to be top of rap's elite

    Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets

    But look at me now

    (Chorus)

    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars

    And diamond rings can poison a rap star

    It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'

    I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky

    Wish I could flap wings and fly away

    To where black kings and Ghana stay

    So I could get on my flesh right away

    But that'll be the day when it's peace

    When my gat don't need to spray

    When these streets are safe to play

    Sex with death, indulge in these women

    Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire

    Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina

    Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds

    I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?

    I'm your disciple, a thug certainly

    I'm the N the A to the S-I-R

    If I wasn't I must've been Escobar

    Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection

    In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception

    When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne

    My destiny found me

    It's clear why the struggle was so painful

    Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to

    And God, I'm so thankful

    (Chorus to fade)

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