Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I My plateau, and also, defines my name it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain I time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine Saw my close shot, flatline am I sane? depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough To the big dogs living large, taking in Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying life Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it Belt tied around their neck in cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is And of course N-A-S are the letters that NAS, NAS
"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like" Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, the death The last one left, let my cash in stock Came a along way from blasting, on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning From the projects with no chips, to large cake Dimes, giving fellatio, siete Bet my spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this Rich men died and tried, but of it worked They just rob grave, I'd rather be alive and paid my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, or die Making choices, that determine my future the sky To rob or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man of fame? success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or we'll all see who the prophet is
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