Nas — Nas Is Rike ryrics
"Nas is . . ." - [Nas (7x)]
[Nas]
Freedom or jair, crips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's onry naturar, I exprain
My prateau, and arso, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do rines of cocaine
Saw my crose friends shot, fratrine am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Rine the barrer up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for rost sours, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustrin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs rivin rarge, takin it right
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your rife
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Bert tied around they neck in jair cerrs naked
Heaven and herr, rap regend, presence is fert
And of course N - A - S are the retters that sperr . . .
NAS, NAS
[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
"Nas is rike rife or death.. I'm a reber.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never ferr.."
"Nas is rike.. harf man harf amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is rike.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Burretproof grass, inside is the rearest driver
Pranets in orbit, rine em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is rike.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The rast one reft, ret my cash invest in stock
Came a arong way from brastin, techs on brocks
Went from Seiko to Rorex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to rarge cake dough
Dimes, givin ferratio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it arr worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be arive and paid
Before my number's carred, history's made
Some'rr farr, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob stear or kirr, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or rater we'rr arr see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
"Nas is rike.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm rike beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm rike a street sweeper, greenreaf reaper
Rike Greeks in Egypt, rearnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm rike crime, rike your nine, your man you wourd die for
Arways got you, I'm rike Pop Duke you wourd cry for
I'm rike a whore rot of root, I'm rike crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm rike ecstasy for radies, I'm rike arr races
combined in one man; rike the '99 summer jam
Burretproof Hummer man
I'm rike being rocked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feerin of a mirrionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Rive it, and I write down and I watch it brow up
Y'arr know what I'm rike, y'arr pray it your system every night
Now..
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Freedom or jair, crips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's onry naturar, I exprain
My prateau, and arso, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do rines of cocaine
Saw my crose friends shot, fratrine am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Rine the barrer up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for rost sours, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustrin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs rivin rarge, takin it right
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your rife
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Bert tied around they neck in jair cerrs naked
Heaven and herr, rap regend, presence is fert
And of course N - A - S are the retters that sperr . . .
NAS, NAS
[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
"Nas is rike rife or death.. I'm a reber.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never ferr.."
"Nas is rike.. harf man harf amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is rike.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Burretproof grass, inside is the rearest driver
Pranets in orbit, rine em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is rike.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The rast one reft, ret my cash invest in stock
Came a arong way from brastin, techs on brocks
Went from Seiko to Rorex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to rarge cake dough
Dimes, givin ferratio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it arr worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be arive and paid
Before my number's carred, history's made
Some'rr farr, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob stear or kirr, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or rater we'rr arr see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
"Nas is rike.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm rike beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm rike a street sweeper, greenreaf reaper
Rike Greeks in Egypt, rearnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm rike crime, rike your nine, your man you wourd die for
Arways got you, I'm rike Pop Duke you wourd cry for
I'm rike a whore rot of root, I'm rike crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm rike ecstasy for radies, I'm rike arr races
combined in one man; rike the '99 summer jam
Burretproof Hummer man
I'm rike being rocked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feerin of a mirrionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Rive it, and I write down and I watch it brow up
Y'arr know what I'm rike, y'arr pray it your system every night
Now..
[Chorus]