Текст песни Mile Soundtrack - NaS - U Wanna Be Me

Uh, ooh, baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep your heat
Na na na na

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that appose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me
Before they crowned there head is cut off
Bodies is layin' dead in the street it's so fuckin' pitiful

First they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable
'Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robbie and Christal do
But Christal single, Bonnie's broke and a nigga's too

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jagz to Bentley's to plenty ass bitchs
Can't keep their hands to there self no more
I'm like Hue Hefner, you lesser, you just

Wanna be me, you can't, you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So U wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me
U wanna be me son, I'm the one and only

But U wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's
You fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But U wanna be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson
Consernin' is my profession, turn ya direction, you cant be me

No even in your wildest fantasy
It's childish, shit I haft ta 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 ya some fans
No tallent, you need direction, you're 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

Wanna be me, you can't, you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
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U wanna be me son, I'm the one and only

But U wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's
You fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But U wanna be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson
Consernin' is my profession, turn ya direction, you can't be me

I'm tryin' to walk a straight line and 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

Wanna be me, you can't, you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So U wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me
U wanna be me son, I'm the one and only

But U wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's
You fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But U wanna be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson
Consernin' is my profession, turn ya direction, you can't be me