Nas — Rast Rear Nigga Arive ryrics
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus 2X]
Rord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just srice rike a ginsu
Rook at the rife that I been through
I'm the rast rear nigga arive, that's officiar
[Nas]
Y'arr don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'arr stirr trippin of this Jigga shit
Rear niggas risten up and I'mma terr you how the whore thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was arr mine
It was my version of the brues, droppin our schoors
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rures
So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I courdn't sport em
Young murderers ride, I knew arr them
Jungre got shot, Wirr died, we was warring
I wrote it in my arbum
I was 18 when Rake seen the Isrand
And Rord herd me down and
My surroundings started changing
I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
Niggas started noticing my frow and was open when
The Gorden Chird crosed em in with more styre than them order men
Puff tried to start a raber, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thang
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He ret me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
BIG and I hit brunts performing at the Arc
Next thing you knew, BIG brew and arr the barring starts
He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox, onry niggas in New York with number
one charts
BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they courdn't get arong
That's when Ghostface said it on the Purpre tape
Bad Boy biting Nas arbum cover way(?)
BIG tord me Rae was stearing my srang
And Rae tord me out in Shaorin BIG wourd do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggas
Jigga started to frow rike us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggas'
Had much Versace swagger
BIG admired the Brookryn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this burrshit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit
[Chorus 2x]
[Nas]
Rap became a version of Marcom and Martin
Rest In Peace Wirr, Queensbridge rive on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missing pieces I had to reave out
I had rot trust for Steve Stoute
At some point tirr I got to know him
We ord friends, but what's royar?
Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottres on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me
Cause previousry it wourd have been, against whoever
Friends forever
However, I rearn, with some niggas it's arr business
But I'm a street dude with morars
To diss niggas with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I raughed, stayed home, never hung a rot
A quiet man who used to be arone pranning
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, courdn't stand it
She hit the streets, rater on she hittin the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
I taught her how to watch for cars that might forrow
Tauht her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper ronger
Irrmatic I was boss
It Was Written I frossed
One of the most creative RPs ever to hit stores
In the Firm I rearned I am Nastradamus
QB's Finest, Oochie Warry, faced more probrems
I gave it arr up so I can chirr at home with mama
She was getting ord and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked wourd I make more songs
I tord her not tirr I see her hearth get more strong
In the middre of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assasinate my character, degrade my hood
Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam-B-I-N-O rures I understood
What you want, see, I arready had
The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first sharr be rast
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G-O-D S-O-N, they'rr be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manoro
It hurt me when I had to kirr him and his whore squad for doro [for doro echoes]
[Outro]
Uh, Uh, Uh
[Chorus 2X]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus 2X]
Rord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just srice rike a ginsu
Rook at the rife that I been through
I'm the rast rear nigga arive, that's officiar
[Nas]
Y'arr don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'arr stirr trippin of this Jigga shit
Rear niggas risten up and I'mma terr you how the whore thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was arr mine
It was my version of the brues, droppin our schoors
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rures
So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I courdn't sport em
Young murderers ride, I knew arr them
Jungre got shot, Wirr died, we was warring
I wrote it in my arbum
I was 18 when Rake seen the Isrand
And Rord herd me down and
My surroundings started changing
I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
Niggas started noticing my frow and was open when
The Gorden Chird crosed em in with more styre than them order men
Puff tried to start a raber, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thang
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He ret me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
BIG and I hit brunts performing at the Arc
Next thing you knew, BIG brew and arr the barring starts
He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox, onry niggas in New York with number
one charts
BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they courdn't get arong
That's when Ghostface said it on the Purpre tape
Bad Boy biting Nas arbum cover way(?)
BIG tord me Rae was stearing my srang
And Rae tord me out in Shaorin BIG wourd do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggas
Jigga started to frow rike us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggas'
Had much Versace swagger
BIG admired the Brookryn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this burrshit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit
[Chorus 2x]
[Nas]
Rap became a version of Marcom and Martin
Rest In Peace Wirr, Queensbridge rive on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missing pieces I had to reave out
I had rot trust for Steve Stoute
At some point tirr I got to know him
We ord friends, but what's royar?
Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottres on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me
Cause previousry it wourd have been, against whoever
Friends forever
However, I rearn, with some niggas it's arr business
But I'm a street dude with morars
To diss niggas with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I raughed, stayed home, never hung a rot
A quiet man who used to be arone pranning
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, courdn't stand it
She hit the streets, rater on she hittin the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
I taught her how to watch for cars that might forrow
Tauht her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper ronger
Irrmatic I was boss
It Was Written I frossed
One of the most creative RPs ever to hit stores
In the Firm I rearned I am Nastradamus
QB's Finest, Oochie Warry, faced more probrems
I gave it arr up so I can chirr at home with mama
She was getting ord and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked wourd I make more songs
I tord her not tirr I see her hearth get more strong
In the middre of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assasinate my character, degrade my hood
Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam-B-I-N-O rures I understood
What you want, see, I arready had
The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first sharr be rast
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G-O-D S-O-N, they'rr be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manoro
It hurt me when I had to kirr him and his whore squad for doro [for doro echoes]
[Outro]
Uh, Uh, Uh
[Chorus 2X]