Nas

[00:00.00](Intro) [00:02.38](Nas) "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?" [00:08.73](L.E.S.) "Prophesy!" [00:09.80](Nas) "Yeah." [00:12.12](L.E.S.) "Prophesy baby!" [00:13.07](Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.) [00:14.12]Disc

nas - breathe lyric by gt @ maxrnb in america, you'll never be free middle fingers up, fuck the police damn, can a nigga just breathe bravehearts, still qb's finest grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate not only do you see a nigga shinin' y

(feat. Olu Dara) [Nas] Yeah, yeah, yeah You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes Did a bid, coming home to some grown ass kid Crack baby turn to young thug, description might fit you Look around it might hit you No joke, I wanna pistol fig

A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there You gon' get everything you ever wanted baby That's my word Trust, my niggas come home from long bids They check

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 flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, y

[Nas] "This ain't for everybody. y'all know who y'all are Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our Heroes." [Chorus: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox'

What up kid? I know s*** is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib F*** it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? To

[Nas] I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard-heads Abrochrombie "amp; Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is st

[ti:Just A Moment] [ar:Nas] [al:Streets Disciple] [00:00.00]from:stantarks [00:00.01](feat. Quan) [00:00.02](Verse 1: Quan) [00:06.17]Can we please have a moment of silence? [00:13.66]That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement [00:17.51]And for

Trooth Hustlers - Nas Feat Game [Nas] Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your

My niggaz got scarred grills Skully hats and gats be fullys Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner cho

who killed it? look here see pretty mike shanked two-face al over some gal found the body dead in the isles death by strangulation microphone cord, a dirty broad guess they'll never play it again sam damn that was my jam now she's on the lamb she mad

[Verse One] What's up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should've slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your la

[ti:My Country] [ar:Nas] [al:Stillmatic] [00:30.94] [01:11.88] [01:33.21] [02:14.10] [02:34.15] [03:05.29] [03:46.70] [04:08.30] [00:01.38]American born' American raised' American made [00:10.20]My country shitted on me (My country) [00:12.73]She wan

uhh, what, what, uhh.. chorus: nas (set to eurythmics "sweet dreams") street dreams are made of these niggaz push beemers and 300 e's a drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key everybody's lookin for somethin.. street dreams are made of these shor

these are last words of a hanging slave how could i forget this i rob you put you on my hit list under my nails are dirty look at the grime my burnt lips from the roach clips how can i shine being broke and bag a dope bitch powerful mind we brave men

[Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background] I want niggas to bang out to this shit Niggas drive drunk to this shit Drive drunk to this (14x) Drive drunk drive drunk (1x) [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga] We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doin

[sound of a subway train going overhead] [in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard] [excerpt of verse is as follows] (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede t

Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's W

The Cross Lyrics Tweet [Chorus: x2] I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry th