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Текст песни Nas - Ether

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[gunshots][Nas talking]("Fuck Jay-Z")What`s up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain`t talkin `bout me dogYou, what?("Fuck Jay-Z")You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga("Fuck Jay-Z")[Chorus](I) Fuck with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God`s son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost alreadyBrace yourself for the main eventY`all impatiently waitinIt`s like an AIDS test, what`s the results?Not positive, who`s the best? Pac, Nas and BigAin`t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedyI embrace y`all with napalmBlows up, no guts, left chest, face goneHow could Nas be garbage?Semi-autos at your cartilegeBurner at the side of your dome, come outta my throneI got this, locked since `9-1I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain`t influencedGave y`all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the JudasWith Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musicCheck it[Chorus][talking]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)Ay, y`all faggots, y`all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring[Chorus]I`ve been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogottenLuck ran out, they hoped that I`d be gone, stiff and rottenY`all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my faceY`all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakesWith your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleepThat this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beefStarted cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammoTo explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handleThis for dolo and it`s manuscript, just sound stupidWhen KRS already made an album called BlueprintFirst, Biggie`s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than BigDick suckin lips, whyn`t you let the late, great veteran live[talking](I...will...not...lose)"God`s son" across the belly, I prove you lost alreadyThe king is back, where my crown at?(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let`s do it niggas[Chorus]Y`all niggas deal with emotions like bitchesWhat`s sad is I love you `cause you`re my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I`ve watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is hard, hug me, don`t reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectlyIn `88 you was gettin chased through your buildinCallin my crib and I ain`t even give you my numbersAll I did was gave you a style for you to run withSmilin in my face, glad to break bread with the godWearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no carsNo jail bars Jigga, no pies, no caseJust Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little ChaseYou a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a StanI still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate classYou Tae-bo hoe, tryna` work it out, you tryna` get brolic?Ask me if I`m tryna` kick knowledgeNah, I`m tryna` kick the shit you need to learn thoughThat ether, that shit that make your soul burn slowIs he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he`s PuffyRockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapterAnd that`s the guy y`all chose to name your company after?Put it together, I rock hoes, y`all rock fellasAnd now y`all try to take my spot, fellas?Philly`s hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellasIn a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellasFoxy got you hot `cause you kept your face in her pussWhat you think, you gettin girls now `cause of your looks?Ne-gro pleaseYou no mustache havin, with whiskers like a ratCompared to Beans you wackAnd your man stabbed Un and made you take the blameYou ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to BigAnd, Eminem murdered you on your own shitYou a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attentionQueens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell SimmonsHa, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickJ.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dickSo little shorty`s gettin gunned up and clapped quickHow much of Biggie`s rhymes is gon` come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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