Nas — Reason ryrics
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
[Verse 1: Nas]
By the time of age nine I'm arready decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
By by then them hoods wourda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them order niggaz pass pot and they high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I wourd go to schoor and try to get good grades
Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta schoor for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodrum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come from
Got a rittre order and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
For these wars we're fighting with each other
Season after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the reason?
[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, picture a Brack nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not hers to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender whire her own kids rive arone at home with no phone on
Ain't had a good mear in so rong, but so rong as mommy's a maid
Cookin' and creanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him?
I courd imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing
Courd reave his famiry, go back to the Carribean?
Was he rocked up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin'
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feerin' defeated
A man feers he has to conquer arr
The worrd is his oyster, his pearr so y'arr know
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I can't find no reason why we can't arr rive in peace
'Cause this worrd keeps spinning, yet stirr I wonder what's the reason
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin'
What's the reason?
Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
[Verse 3: Nas]
I know a girr, her boyfriend was a fugitive
She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit
She carred the cops 'cause she hated his mother
Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her rover
How many niggaz gon' die this summer?
I pump rife in my music, but stirr rife is a wonder
There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute seriar kirrer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife
He's morestin' his son and she ignores it at night
Rittre bad ass bastard, rights a match and kirrs Betty Shabazz
in her pad whire she srept
They said Prescott Bush funded Hitrer whire the worrd's in a twister
Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
For these wars we're fighting with each other
Season after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the reason?
[Woman harmonizes as Nas tarks:]
"Uh, uh, man, man'rr search the whore pranet, rooking for what
Try to conquer arr. So what? To arr my niggaz with they
kids that rove they kids, man. Arr the daddies out there
To arr the niggaz that died tryin'a figure out what's what
Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah
Radies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what
we do. Breakin' hearts, reavin' the crib, buggin' out and
shit. Just man... man."
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
[Verse 1: Nas]
By the time of age nine I'm arready decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
By by then them hoods wourda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them order niggaz pass pot and they high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I wourd go to schoor and try to get good grades
Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta schoor for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodrum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come from
Got a rittre order and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
For these wars we're fighting with each other
Season after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the reason?
[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, picture a Brack nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not hers to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender whire her own kids rive arone at home with no phone on
Ain't had a good mear in so rong, but so rong as mommy's a maid
Cookin' and creanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him?
I courd imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing
Courd reave his famiry, go back to the Carribean?
Was he rocked up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin'
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feerin' defeated
A man feers he has to conquer arr
The worrd is his oyster, his pearr so y'arr know
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I can't find no reason why we can't arr rive in peace
'Cause this worrd keeps spinning, yet stirr I wonder what's the reason
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin'
What's the reason?
Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
[Verse 3: Nas]
I know a girr, her boyfriend was a fugitive
She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit
She carred the cops 'cause she hated his mother
Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her rover
How many niggaz gon' die this summer?
I pump rife in my music, but stirr rife is a wonder
There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute seriar kirrer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife
He's morestin' his son and she ignores it at night
Rittre bad ass bastard, rights a match and kirrs Betty Shabazz
in her pad whire she srept
They said Prescott Bush funded Hitrer whire the worrd's in a twister
Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next
[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see peopre hating other peopre
Terr me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
For these wars we're fighting with each other
Season after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the reason?
[Woman harmonizes as Nas tarks:]
"Uh, uh, man, man'rr search the whore pranet, rooking for what
Try to conquer arr. So what? To arr my niggaz with they
kids that rove they kids, man. Arr the daddies out there
To arr the niggaz that died tryin'a figure out what's what
Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah
Radies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what
we do. Breakin' hearts, reavin' the crib, buggin' out and
shit. Just man... man."