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QB<br /><br />Where the Fcuk ya'll at<br /><br />haahaa<br /><br />yeah<br /><br />lets go, get money<br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason [Fresh]<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in [Yes]<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br />Another chapter of the cleanest rapper<br />Distinguished gentlemen<br />Crooks and castle on his back<br />Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher<br />Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor<br />Working like Muay Thai class<br />Get perspire out ya<br />And of course I've been the boss since back when<br />Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz<br />Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping<br />Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking<br />I'm him<br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br />Rubber-grip-holder, reloader<br />Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half<br />Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag<br />Young, rich, and flashy<br />Young, b!tch, I'm nasty<br />All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy<br />And every time I close my lids<br />I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge<br />I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see<br />Tell them angels open the door for me<br />From nine berettas and moving raw<br />To chilling in wine cellars<br />Sticks and humidors<br />That's what I call mature<br />That's what I call a g<br />That's what I call a pimp<br />That's what I call a gangsta<br />To the fullest, sh!t<br />I try to make more cream<br />By every September 14th, that's my dream<br />So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly<br />I can see things more clearly<br />That's why they fear me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br /><br />This universal apartheid<br />I'm hog-tied, the corporate side<br />Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it<br />First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it<br />But Newsweek article startled big wigs<br />They said, Nas, why is he trying it?<br />My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning<br />Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning<br />Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow<br />Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel<br />They can't sing what's in their soul<br />So untitled it is<br />I never change nothin'<br />But people remember this<br />If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids<br />With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit<br />I can't sit and watch it<br />So, sh!t, I'ma drop it<br />Like it or not<br />You ain't gotta cop it<br />I'm a hustler in the studio<br />Cups of Don Julio<br />No matter what the CD called<br />I'm unbeatable, y'all<br /><br />[yh, Nas.....Polow da don]
New song lyrics
QB<br /><br />Where the Fcuk ya'll at<br /><br />haahaa<br /><br />yeah<br /><br />lets go, get money<br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason [Fresh]<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in [Yes]<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br />Another chapter of the cleanest rapper<br />Distinguished gentlemen<br />Crooks and castle on his back<br />Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher<br />Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor<br />Working like Muay Thai class<br />Get perspire out ya<br />And of course I've been the boss since back when<br />Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz<br />Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping<br />Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking<br />I'm him<br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br />Rubber-grip-holder, reloader<br />Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half<br />Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag<br />Young, rich, and flashy<br />Young, b!tch, I'm nasty<br />All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy<br />And every time I close my lids<br />I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge<br />I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see<br />Tell them angels open the door for me<br />From nine berettas and moving raw<br />To chilling in wine cellars<br />Sticks and humidors<br />That's what I call mature<br />That's what I call a g<br />That's what I call a pimp<br />That's what I call a gangsta<br />To the fullest, sh!t<br />I try to make more cream<br />By every September 14th, that's my dream<br />So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly<br />I can see things more clearly<br />That's why they fear me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chain gleaming<br />Switching lanes<br />Two-seating<br />Hate him or love him<br />For the same reason<br />Can't leave it<br />The games needs him<br />Plus the people need someone to believe in<br />So in God's Son we trust<br />'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want<br />They looking for . . . a hero<br />I guess that makes me . . . a hero<br /><br /><br />This universal apartheid<br />I'm hog-tied, the corporate side<br />Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it<br />First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it<br />But Newsweek article startled big wigs<br />They said, Nas, why is he trying it?<br />My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning<br />Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning<br />Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow<br />Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel<br />They can't sing what's in their soul<br />So untitled it is<br />I never change nothin'<br />But people remember this<br />If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids<br />With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit<br />I can't sit and watch it<br />So, sh!t, I'ma drop it<br />Like it or not<br />You ain't gotta cop it<br />I'm a hustler in the studio<br />Cups of Don Julio<br />No matter what the CD called<br />I'm unbeatable, y'all<br /><br />[yh, Nas.....Polow da don]
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