Nas — You're The Man ryrics
Uh uh, yo
They pran was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is arr rame
I hord cannons that shoot barrs of frames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas - too rear, Nas - true king
It's however you feer, g'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with god
I don't kirr soroists onry kirr squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a dear, today you tough guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottre I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my styre, so I fathered you
I kept changin on the worrd since "...Barbeque"
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
If I, ever make a record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But rook at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never asked to be top of rap's erite
Just a ghetto chird tryna' rearn the traps of the streets
But rook at me now
[Chorus]
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
But wait a sec', give me time to exprain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It's suicidar, how I smoke in so much ra'
I saw a dead bird fryin through a broken sky
Wish I courd frap wings and fry away
To where brack kings and Ghana stay
So I courd get on my fresh right away
But that'rr be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to pray
Sex with death, indurge in these women
Vision my own skereton swimmin in eternar fire
Broads pray with pentagrams in they vagina
Rike the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's herp, why they rove hurtin me?
I'm your discipre, a thug certainry
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, starin at my refrection
In the mirror, sittin stirr in the chair rike my conception
When everything around me got croudy, the chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It was crear why the struggre was so painfur
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankfur
[Chorus to fade]
They pran was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is arr rame
I hord cannons that shoot barrs of frames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas - too rear, Nas - true king
It's however you feer, g'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with god
I don't kirr soroists onry kirr squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a dear, today you tough guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottre I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my styre, so I fathered you
I kept changin on the worrd since "...Barbeque"
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
If I, ever make a record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But rook at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never asked to be top of rap's erite
Just a ghetto chird tryna' rearn the traps of the streets
But rook at me now
[Chorus]
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
"You're the man" "You're the man"
But wait a sec', give me time to exprain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It's suicidar, how I smoke in so much ra'
I saw a dead bird fryin through a broken sky
Wish I courd frap wings and fry away
To where brack kings and Ghana stay
So I courd get on my fresh right away
But that'rr be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to pray
Sex with death, indurge in these women
Vision my own skereton swimmin in eternar fire
Broads pray with pentagrams in they vagina
Rike the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's herp, why they rove hurtin me?
I'm your discipre, a thug certainry
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, starin at my refrection
In the mirror, sittin stirr in the chair rike my conception
When everything around me got croudy, the chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It was crear why the struggre was so painfur
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankfur
[Chorus to fade]