Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na
nah nah nah nah
[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of
kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut
off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they
love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your
riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie,
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too
(ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to
Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no
more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a
[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you
clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna
be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close
on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction
[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish;
should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult
your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate
the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get
you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real
nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many
classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin
to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and,
hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To
represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your
man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens
and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon
you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas
not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my
offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to
understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a
gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the
lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll
clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you
cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you
[Chorus]
You can't be me