Nas - No Introduction lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - No Introduction lyrics]
JUSTICE league
PS 111 had free lunch
Embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry
Mom's working, I was famished
She getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full or starve
Corner store like "Mister, spare-a-quarter"
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying
To move that hard roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How
Could I not partake? Fifteen, I got a gun
Sixteen, I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun
What's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done
Til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son
Despite I'm in the midst of
Dudes who switch up and change
They wanna carry me like I'm
Some kind of lame i never let them though
I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
I remember early mornings, syrup
Sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators
Was out of order, yeah
Worth two hundred million now
Bicentennial nigga
Flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they
Pulling off panties
I'm pushing forty, she only twenty-one
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one
I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside
His Lex truck said stay fly when you bummy
Keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is
Organizing a billion Black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and
Give Saudi they oil back
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years
The whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him
I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em she says
Third leg from a legend is sheer heaven
She says, it is the greatest loving
The tales you hear is the truth on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me
Relate to me only a few will
This how it sounds when you're too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets
I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis
This goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me
Or you're laughing with me, ha
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
PS 111 had free lunch
Embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry
Mom's working, I was famished
She getting home late
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full or starve
Corner store like "Mister, spare-a-quarter"
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying
To move that hard roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How
Could I not partake? Fifteen, I got a gun
Sixteen, I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun
What's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done
Til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son
Despite I'm in the midst of
Dudes who switch up and change
They wanna carry me like I'm
Some kind of lame i never let them though
I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
I remember early mornings, syrup
Sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators
Was out of order, yeah
Worth two hundred million now
Bicentennial nigga
Flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they
Pulling off panties
I'm pushing forty, she only twenty-one
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one
I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside
His Lex truck said stay fly when you bummy
Keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is
Organizing a billion Black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and
Give Saudi they oil back
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years
The whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him
I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em she says
Third leg from a legend is sheer heaven
She says, it is the greatest loving
The tales you hear is the truth on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me
Relate to me only a few will
This how it sounds when you're too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets
I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis
This goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me
Or you're laughing with me, ha
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"