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Current song lyrics
*gunshots*<br /><br />[Nas talking:]<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br />What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog<br />You, what?<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br />You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />Brace yourself for the main event<br />Y'all impatiently waitin<br />It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?<br />Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big<br />Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy<br />I embrace y'all with napalm<br />Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone<br />How could Nas be garbage?<br />Semi-autos at your cartilege<br />Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne<br />I got this, locked since '9-1<br />I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced<br />Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas<br />With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music<br />Check it<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />[talking:]<br />Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)<br />Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten<br />Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten<br />Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)<br />Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face<br />Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes<br />With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?<br />When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep<br />That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef<br />Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo<br />To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle<br />This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid<br />When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint"<br />First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big<br />Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live<br /><br />[talking:]<br />(I...will...not...lose)<br />"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already<br />The king is back, where my crown at?<br />(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches<br />What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother<br />You traded your soul for riches<br />My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous<br />And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it<br />You seem to be only concerned with dissin women<br />Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?<br />Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me<br />or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly<br />In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin<br />Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers<br />All I did was gave you a style for you to run with<br />Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god<br />Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars<br />No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case<br />Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase<br />You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan<br />I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class<br />You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?<br />Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge<br />Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though<br />That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow<br />Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?<br />Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy<br />Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter<br />And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?<br />Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas<br />And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?<br />Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas<br />In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas<br />Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss<br />What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?<br />Ne-gro please<br />You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat<br />Compared to Beans you wack<br />And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame<br />You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big<br />And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit<br />You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention<br />Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons<br />Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick<br />J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick<br />Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick<br />Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick<br />So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick<br />How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?<br />Wanted to be on every last one of my classics<br />You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss.
New song lyrics
*gunshots*<br /><br />[Nas talking:]<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br />What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog<br />You, what?<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br />You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga<br /> {Fuck Jay-Z}<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />Brace yourself for the main event<br />Y'all impatiently waitin<br />It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?<br />Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big<br />Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy<br />I embrace y'all with napalm<br />Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone<br />How could Nas be garbage?<br />Semi-autos at your cartilege<br />Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne<br />I got this, locked since '9-1<br />I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced<br />Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas<br />With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music<br />Check it<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />[talking:]<br />Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)<br />Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten<br />Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten<br />Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)<br />Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face<br />Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes<br />With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?<br />When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep<br />That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef<br />Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo<br />To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle<br />This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid<br />When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint"<br />First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big<br />Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live<br /><br />[talking:]<br />(I...will...not...lose)<br />"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already<br />The king is back, where my crown at?<br />(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />(I) Fuck with your soul like ether<br />(Will) Teach you the king you know you<br />(Not) 'God's son' across the belly<br />(Lose) I prove you lost already<br /><br />Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches<br />What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother<br />You traded your soul for riches<br />My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous<br />And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it<br />You seem to be only concerned with dissin women<br />Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?<br />Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me<br />or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly<br />In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin<br />Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers<br />All I did was gave you a style for you to run with<br />Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god<br />Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars<br />No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case<br />Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase<br />You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan<br />I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class<br />You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?<br />Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge<br />Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though<br />That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow<br />Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?<br />Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy<br />Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter<br />And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?<br />Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas<br />And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?<br />Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas<br />In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas<br />Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss<br />What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?<br />Ne-gro please<br />You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat<br />Compared to Beans you wack<br />And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame<br />You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big<br />And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit<br />You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention<br />Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons<br />Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick<br />J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick<br />Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick<br />Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick<br />So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick<br />How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?<br />Wanted to be on every last one of my classics<br />You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss.
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