Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only I explain My plateau, and also, defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for I spent time in the game, kept my mind on Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine Saw my friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim On rooftops, tape CD to trees Line the barrel up your weak picture then squeeze Street for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough To the big dogs large, taking in light Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it Belt tied around their neck in cells naked and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N-A-S are the that spell NAS, NAS
"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest 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 invest in a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning From the projects with no chips, to large dough Dimes, giving fellatio, siete Bet my nine for the pesos But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd be alive and paid Before my called, history's made fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices, that determine my under the sky To rob or kill, I'm wondering why a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the Sooner or later all see who the prophet is
"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing I'm like beef, bustin through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you cry for I'm like a lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate from a rich company I'm ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam Bulletproof man I'm like being locked down new faces, and none of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand I'm a poor dream, a thug poet Live it and I write down and I watch it up Y'all what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now