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Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, what my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big living large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it
Belt around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, 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 cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my called, history's made
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through windows
I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
I'm like crime, like your nine, man you would die for
Always got you, I'm Pac dude you would cry for
I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
Live it and I write and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it system every night
Now