Nas - Nas Is Like Lyrics
(nas is . . . -nas) 7x[nas]Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a babys bein bornSame time my man is murdered, the beginning and endAs far as rap go, its only natural, I explainMy plateau, and also, what defines my nameFirst it was nasty, but times have changedAsk me now, Im the artist, but hardcore, my science for painI spent time in the game, kept my mind on fameSaw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaineSaw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?That depends, carry mac-10s to practice my aimOn rooftops, tape cd covers to treesLine the barrel up with your weak picture then squeezeStreet scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroadsTo the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost doughTo the big dogs livin large, takin it lightPushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your lifeIs what you make it, suicide, few try to take itBelt tied around they neck in jail cells *****Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is feltAnd of course n - a - s are the letters that spell . . .Nas, nasChorus: scratching by dj premier (2x)Nas is like life or death.. Im a rebel..My poetrys deep, I never fell..Nas is like.. half man half amazing..No doubt..[nas]Nas is like.. earth wind & fire, rims and tiresBulletproof glass, inside is the realest driverPlanets in orbit, line em up with the starsTarot cards, you can see the pharaoh nasNas is like.. iron mike, messiah typeBefore the christ, after the deathThe last one left, let my cash invest in stockCame a along way from blastin, techs on blocksWent from seiko to rolex, ownin acresFrom the projects with no chips, to large cake doughDimes, givin fellatio, siete zerosBet my nine spit for the pesosBut whats it all worth, cant take it when you under this earthRich men died and tried, but none of it workedThey just rob your grave, Id rather be alive and paidBefore my numbers called, historys madeSomell fall, but I rise, thug or dieMakin choices, that determine my future under the skyTo rob steal or kill, Im wondering whyIts a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the oppositeSooner or later well all see who the prophet isChorus[nas]Nas is like.. sex to a nympho, but nothin sweetIm like beef, bustin heat through your windowsIm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaperLike greeks in egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachersIm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die forAlways got you, Im like pop duke you would cry forIm like a whole lot of loot, Im like crisp moneyCorporate accounts from a rich companyIm like ecstasy for ladies, Im like all racesCombined in one man; like the 99 summer jamBulletproof hummer manIm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em famIm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grandIm a poor mans dream, a thug poetLive it, and I write down and I watch it blow upYall know what Im like, yall play it your system every nightNow..Chorus
