(featuring II Men)
[Nas Man, we you man, you hear me? This is coming from the man, Nas man Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya Who been using my name day one to make yourselves famous Whether you shouting me out on your you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...? You know... you know how you dick riding man? goes out to ya Cause we you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man But I'm gon' you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you Hey yo, up It been a lot of times a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the I started to see shit, you knowamsayin? Nigga see niggaz driving around fancy cars, diamonds all that shit Niggaz thinking chilling Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all bullshit But you know what? Fuck shit, you know how I feel? Yo
with chorus] I'm never gonna give it up, that I made a mil', but that ain't enough Ocean and a beach so I can really it up See, that's the life baby, you got to its life baby I'm gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that good enough and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby, you got to its life baby
1] Uhh... I got the mention and the ride Platinum chain, and an ice All fame in my life's hard I entertain, been so many places, see so different faces look the same from the stages After the concert, of long work Home form the role, smoking my lungs hurt thought now I'm recording songs It's better than, when I was pedaling wrong I the crew along, we thuggin Fucking married bitches; they go to their Bitches ain't shit, we with them Can't even role the now, without the heat I bust the off impost, that shit is weak On trial, what I'm gon' the judge He don't give me no smile, he give me no love, nor???? the jury That's when I need celeb status and the This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a
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2] My girl hate when I'm my boys, think I'm cheating Every morning knocking at my door state Give him a reason, but I don't it to him They said they heard a disturbance, and I just to him See, I until they push me Cops hate when you know the law, you pussy - you not fake Can't explain how much I the block When we was slinging my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!" Now I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the up from "out west" And he told me it clear...Uhh Another hit is made, another album So ones we getting paid, and now we wilding Get hype to the video, all in the city yo I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya hear me thought
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Uhh...the haters say I ain't Hope I fall, but I can't Got to ball, got to chips Old ladies hate my cause their kids ate them out to nothing Catch my moms on the bench I got to stay awake, got to pray Glad I'm still alive, what them haters say So many I ain't wanna rhyme a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time Uhh...so problems too, do what I got to do As as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!" I keep laying hits, one is quits if I stop, how will I stay legit?