Текст песни NAS - Nas Is Like
NAS - Nas Is Like слова песни
Текст песни NAS - Nas Is Like
(";Nas is . . ."; -Nas) 7x[Nas]Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein bornSame time my man is murdered, the beginning and endAs far as rap go, it's only natural, I explainMy plateau, and also, what defines my name( )First it was Nasty, but times have changedAsk me now, I'm 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-10's 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 nakedHeaven 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.. I'm a rebel.. ";";My poetry's 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 Nas";Nas 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 what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this EarthRich men died and tried, but none of it workedThey just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paidBefore my number's called, history's madeSome'll fall, but I rise, thug or dieMakin choices, that determine my future under the skyTo rob steal or kill, I'm wondering whyIt's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the oppositeSooner or later we'll all see who the prophet isChorus