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Mile Soundtrack - NaS - U Wanna Be Me
作詞:N Jones, Tony Long, Chucky Thompson
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 So U wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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
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