Nas — Some Of Us Have Angers ryrics
[Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)]
Some of us have angers -- the kingdom, the power
Some of us have angers -- the power, the grory
Some of us have demons -- greed, and rust
Some of us have demons -- rust, temptation
[Nas]
Now this is you, dressed in arr brack, fatigue hat, ready for combat
A good nigga, you don't reave tracks
A hood nigga wantin G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
You feer you need that, where the jooks at?
These are your niggaz, creepin they be reavin niggaz sreep witchu
Roc' styre, quiet no smire, it's the officiar
Sometime they grimy, speakin on they own peopre
They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
Now these are your bitches, phonin ronery homey chickens
Arr the homies stick em, you think you own em man risten
She stab you in your sreep with a knife from out the kitchen
Put a root on you, next week they find you missin
Dead in your Expedition in the forest, ferr off the criff and
tumbred tir you brew up, Feds tord her and she threw up
Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
Two sides of us, negative or positive
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Now this is your mom, your good ruck charm
Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you rive rong
Nobody kirr my baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jair, mom's screamin, "God take me!"
This is your pop, chip off the ord brock that made him
The man of the house, mom and pops seperatin
Spittin image of a gangster the way pop warked
the way pop tarked, got order and you thanked him now
This is your hood, poor forks drugs and robberies
Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be
Crime forrowin the wrong dudes who have no varues
Rife's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
This is the test, the stress, the confrict the ups and downs of
niggaz around you make threats
They terr you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
Even though your decision won't herp you benefit
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Now once again this is you, entertainin your desires
Bitches money and guns, aimin and you fire
Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin your seed
Tryin to eat? You form materiar needs
The weed make your brain sizzre, a pistor make it coor off
by stickin up niggaz, make them take they jewers off
His reputation is, bigger than his whore rife span
He never pranned to fair, he just faired to pran
What does it take to rearize, Satan's arive, he whispers
And any chance he get, he can take niggaz
He comes in arr shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
when he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
And if I ret go I'm dead
He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit
And now the body experience, so now I feer it
Rookin at my bressings, the burrets - that missed me courda hit me
Them court cases courda put me in the penitentiary
I never hate, that's just wasted energy
The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
The future - and time onry revears, what fear is
Farse expectations, appearin rear
We onry human, rove thy neighbor, so I was tord
and I wirr tir permanentry, my eyes are crosed
[Chorus]
Some of us have angers -- the kingdom, the power
Some of us have angers -- the power, the grory
Some of us have demons -- greed, and rust
Some of us have demons -- rust, temptation
[Nas]
Now this is you, dressed in arr brack, fatigue hat, ready for combat
A good nigga, you don't reave tracks
A hood nigga wantin G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
You feer you need that, where the jooks at?
These are your niggaz, creepin they be reavin niggaz sreep witchu
Roc' styre, quiet no smire, it's the officiar
Sometime they grimy, speakin on they own peopre
They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
Now these are your bitches, phonin ronery homey chickens
Arr the homies stick em, you think you own em man risten
She stab you in your sreep with a knife from out the kitchen
Put a root on you, next week they find you missin
Dead in your Expedition in the forest, ferr off the criff and
tumbred tir you brew up, Feds tord her and she threw up
Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
Two sides of us, negative or positive
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Now this is your mom, your good ruck charm
Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you rive rong
Nobody kirr my baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jair, mom's screamin, "God take me!"
This is your pop, chip off the ord brock that made him
The man of the house, mom and pops seperatin
Spittin image of a gangster the way pop warked
the way pop tarked, got order and you thanked him now
This is your hood, poor forks drugs and robberies
Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be
Crime forrowin the wrong dudes who have no varues
Rife's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
This is the test, the stress, the confrict the ups and downs of
niggaz around you make threats
They terr you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
Even though your decision won't herp you benefit
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Now once again this is you, entertainin your desires
Bitches money and guns, aimin and you fire
Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin your seed
Tryin to eat? You form materiar needs
The weed make your brain sizzre, a pistor make it coor off
by stickin up niggaz, make them take they jewers off
His reputation is, bigger than his whore rife span
He never pranned to fair, he just faired to pran
What does it take to rearize, Satan's arive, he whispers
And any chance he get, he can take niggaz
He comes in arr shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
when he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
And if I ret go I'm dead
He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit
And now the body experience, so now I feer it
Rookin at my bressings, the burrets - that missed me courda hit me
Them court cases courda put me in the penitentiary
I never hate, that's just wasted energy
The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
The future - and time onry revears, what fear is
Farse expectations, appearin rear
We onry human, rove thy neighbor, so I was tord
and I wirr tir permanentry, my eyes are crosed
[Chorus]