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(feat. Keri Hilson)

[Chorus:]
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for… a hero
I guess that makes me… a hero

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at’cha, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get perspire out ya
And of course I’ve been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I’m shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I’m him

[Chorus]

Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me I’m a rip your soldiers in half
Silver back ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy
Young, bitch, I’m nasty
All black clothes till ice lay on me so classy
And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain’t never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine Berrettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars
Sticks and humidors
That’s what I call mature
That’s what I call a g
That’s what I call a pimp
That’s what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, shit
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that’s my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That’s why they fear me

[Chorus]

This universal apartheid
I’m hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y’all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can’t sing what’s in their soul
So untitled it is
I never change nothin’
But people remember this
If Nas can’t say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can’t spit
I can’t sit and watch it
So, shit, I’m a drop it
Like it or not
You ain’t gotta cop it
I’m a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I’m unbeatable, y’all.

(feat. Chris Brown & The Game)

Lace the nations don’t have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I’m around
Or I’m wasting the fabric
I don’t feel greater
To my plush pieces
‘Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I’m your husband
I’m Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bling
How could you question my direction
Or my time for collection
Gangstas two-steppin’
You hate me
Should thank me
But lately
I burned so much trees
I keep environmentalists angry
I’m a rare dude, I’m a wonder
Your best success is my worst blunder
Y’all living trendy on pennies
I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I’m good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre & Cool, we riding heavy
And why to Miami? ‘Cause … .
(We make the world go round)
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
I see you haters on the floor jockin my swag
I’m popping Ralph Lauren tags
I’m pouring champagne inside a polo glass
Model b’tches rollin grass
Escabon folding cash
Toasting with my entourage
Went for Robin Armitage
To all my stars
Red carpet to the Larmitage
We throwin red dice
At the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
Or twenties out my garage
Instead of shopping South Beach like - and Terror Squad
We the Best! big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci linen
No
Jess Romo you tryin’ a shine
Up on with the nine
On your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that’s so-so
Nick warner’s baby back
With - lo so.
Devil white
5-0 they catch me at the pro bowl on the field diamonds
Choking the jockey on my
Polo
CB let em know though
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
We make the world go round From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the float and all in two steppin
From Malay to Harlem two stepping [echo]
So I’ stop cause we made it where the ladies are

We start with Bellini’s and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper
It’d be sad not to walk out the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash, shopping
Balance only would hafta
Hafta to swell you up
Before a pea snaps as you wet a vanilla dutch
Mets cap, that’s Queens, I’m a vet
Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, black
Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
Top down, new fashion
Seeing me is like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton’s camera
Light flashing, and I’m laughin’
My plaque’s from album sales
Y’all is ringtone platinum
But .99 cents adds up
I don’t hate ‘em, I congratulate ‘em
The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell them gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round).

[Chorus:]
And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB’s Finest
Grindin’, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin’
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can’t stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I twist em
Baby mama beat victim
Chronic leaf hittin’
All kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in to high position
Intense hustle, is pain like a pinched muscle
Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
Till I dodge enough shots
And the presiding judge slams a mallot
It’s his life I’m a gwop
Then I copp
Then I yacht
Then I dot
Island hoppin’ away from nightmare holders
Or cowboys slingers
Who shoot up any club
To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on X or he coked up
Suggestin’ I post a, bail
I’m like yes ’cause we soldiers
We just gettin’ older
In time, we still in our prime
I can’t afford a new arrest in my folder
Nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB’s Finest
Grindin’, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin’
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can’t stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I’m fresh out of city housing
It had to many options
Pennies on the pension or penitentiary bounded
Plenty Henny in me
Envy was simply they trend see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me

The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
Icewear gaudy, since ‘94 flossy
The Lex was an excellent choice
Now fast forward me
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty, to push nothin’ less than a 740
With fresh linen
Sip pellegrinos with airs on
They sick, mixing their water with airbourne

Oh they so sick!
Look how I got them all crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out. Stress ain’t good man!
You gotta breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
(America we gotta be free)

(Breathe, breathe, breathe) [x4].

(feat. Eban Thomas of The Stylistics & The Last Poets)

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on
We superfly
Made Gucci this shit, Louie too
Suits and ties
Player trophies
Pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs
Aunt Jemima hos
Historic horse shit
Girls from long time ago
Stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witch doctors
Good old pickpockets
Sip moonshine
So-called coons, shines and darkies
I love ya’ll
Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields
Forgotten men who didn’t get killed
Christmas addicts
The first blast and peace to the rich lady
Purse snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger, kid
I know they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib
I know that hurt you bad
Mystery shows
From gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home
Matter fact, we are home
Bad attitudes
Octaroon skin tones
Slave food turned to soul food
Collards and neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
A nigger

No matter how hard you try
You can’t stop us now

Can’t be stopped
Yo on Dateline
The other night they showed hate crimes
Gave a Blood time
Cause he fought with his canine
Bestiality
Humane Society
Go to China, see how they dine
See what they eat
Better yet ask PETA whoever
Which animal makes suede
If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages?
Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians
Still you like your steak tartar
Pinot noir
David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis
He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we getting our papers
And try to censor the words
To stop our money coming
But you can’t escape us
Haters.

Ayyo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming paper chase.
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over state with Masons.
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters, they daddy’s faceless.
Play this by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it.
I be his daddy if no one is there to love it.
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here.

Mama was just having fun with someone above her years.
Niggas is still hating.
Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds.
They pray, “Pleased God, let him spit that oozie in the army lining.
That shorty do-op rolling ooh-ops in the park reclining.
Take 27 emcee’s, put them in a line and they out of alignment.

Artist: Nas
Genres: Hip-Hop
           Rap: Hip-Hop

Artist: Nickelback
Album: All The Right Reasons
Year:  2005
Genre: Metal: Alternative

Download album All The Right Reasons

I’m through with standing in line
To clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
And I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I’ll have the quesadilla, uh huh)
I’m gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus]

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I’m gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ‘em wrong

[Chorus]

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I reside in 209, you’re in 208
You moved in last Friday night,
and I just couldn’t wait
So I tried to call across the hall,
to ask you out someday
But a lineup formed outside your door, and I was way too late

Well I’d rather start off slow
This whole thing’s like
some sort of race
Instead of winning what I want
I’m sitting here in second place

Because somewhere
the one I wanna be with’s
with somebody else
Oh god, I wanna be that
someone that you’re with
I wanna be that someone
that you’re with
And I can talk about it all day long
‘til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
someone that you’re with
I’ve got to be that
someone that you’re with
And I’m pacing by the phone
‘Cause I hate to be alone
And if you’re out there with him
somewhere and just about to kiss
God I wanna be that
someone that you’re with

Well I hear your favorite songs
you sing along with everyday
And I borrow things that
I don’t need for conversation sake
Last night I heard your key,
it hit your lock at 4 AM
Instead of being out with me
you must be out with them

Well I’d rather start off slow
This whole thing’s like
some sort of race
Instead of winning what I want
I’m sitting here in second place

Because somewhere the one
I wanna be with’s
with somebody else
Oh god, I wanna be that
someone that you’re with
I wanna be that
someone that you’re with
And I can talk about it all day long
‘til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
someone that you’re with
I’ve got to be that
someone that you’re with
And I’m pacing by the phone
‘Cause I hate to be alone
And if you’re out there with him
somewhere and just about to kiss
God, I wanna be that
someone that you’re with

Well somewhere the one
I wanna be with’s
with somebody else
Oh god, I wanna be that
someone that you’re with
And I can talk about it all day long
‘til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
someone that you’re with
I’ve got to be that
someone that you’re with
And I’m pacing by the phone
‘Cause I hate to be alone
And if you’re out there with him
somewhere and just about to kiss
God, I’ve got to be that
someone that
I wanna be that someone that
I’ve got to be that
someone that you’re with

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you’d be mine
But here we are, we’re here tonight

Singing Amen, I, I’m alive
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive

[Chorus:]
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died

And I’m singing

Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive

And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We’ll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along

Singing Amen, I, I’m alive
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive
(I’m alive)

[Chorus x2]

And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died
When nobody died…

[Chorus]

We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died
We’d see the day when nobody died

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet
He hit the stage so full of rage
And let the whole world know it
Six feet away, they heard him say
“Oh God, don’t let him pull it”

Please God, don’t let him pull it
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched you do it

How could you take his life away?
How could you be so full of hate?
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and on my own,
I cried alone

And scratched your name
On the side of a bullet

And in the wake of his mistake
So many lives are broken
Gone forever from a loaded bullet
And no excuse that you could use
Could pull somebody through it
And to this day so many say
“God why’d you let him do it?”

How could you let him do it?
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?
How could you be so full of hate?
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world
all wonder why
I sat at home and cried alone
and on my own
I scratched your name
On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet