Nas - You're da Man lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - You're da Man lyrics]
Uh, uh yo
They plan was to knock me out
The top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas too real, Nas, true king
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with God
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head
So now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal
Today you tough guys
I seen it coming soon as
I popped my first bottle
I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changing on the world since Barbeque
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said
If I ever make a record, I'll take a check
And put something away for a rainy
Day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project bench with
Cracks in my sock, 'sleep
I never asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna learn
The craft of the streets but look at me now
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain
Women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay
So I could get old, my flesh rot away
But that'll be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to play
Sex with death, indulge in these women
Vision my own skeleton swimming
In eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
Like the Exorcist
Then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's help
Why they love hurting me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N, the A to the S-IR
If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair
Like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man
Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh
That's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha)
Damn, that's fucked up
Nigga, let's get high, nigga
(Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up)
Highest to the sky, it's
Four hundred in here, nigga
What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga? One, one, one, all around the bar
Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh
(Oh) four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up
Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money
(Run that back)
Run that back, man (Bust it back)
I gotta get high, man, you got weed?
(Run that back)
Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon
They plan was to knock me out
The top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas too real, Nas, true king
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with God
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head
So now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal
Today you tough guys
I seen it coming soon as
I popped my first bottle
I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changing on the world since Barbeque
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said
If I ever make a record, I'll take a check
And put something away for a rainy
Day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project bench with
Cracks in my sock, 'sleep
I never asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna learn
The craft of the streets but look at me now
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain
Women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay
So I could get old, my flesh rot away
But that'll be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to play
Sex with death, indulge in these women
Vision my own skeleton swimming
In eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
Like the Exorcist
Then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's help
Why they love hurting me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N, the A to the S-IR
If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair
Like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man
Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh
That's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha)
Damn, that's fucked up
Nigga, let's get high, nigga
(Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up)
Highest to the sky, it's
Four hundred in here, nigga
What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga? One, one, one, all around the bar
Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh
(Oh) four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up
Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money
(Run that back)
Run that back, man (Bust it back)
I gotta get high, man, you got weed?
(Run that back)
Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon