Ether Ii Lyrics - Life Is Good - Nas

Fuck Jay-Z 

What's up niggas, ay yo 

I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog 

You, what? Fuck Jay-Z 

You been on my dick nigga 

You love my style, nigga 

Fuck Jay-Z" 

(I) 

Fuck with your soul like ether 

(Will) 

Teach you the king you know you 

(Not) 

"God's son", across the belly 

(Lose) 

I prove you lost already 

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Brace yourself for the main event 

Y'all impatiently waitin' 

It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? 

Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big 

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy 

I embrace y'all with napalm 

Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone 

How could Nas be garbage? 

Semi-autos at your cartilage 

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne 

I got this, locked since '9-1 

I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced 

Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas 

With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it 

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(I) 

Fuck with your soul like ether 

(Will) 

Teach you the king you know you 

(Not) 

"God's son", across the belly 

(Lose) 

I prove you lost already 

Ay yo, pass me the weed 

Pour my ashes out on these niggas man 

(No doubt) 

Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel 

And kiss the fuckin' ring 

(I) 

Fuck with your soul like ether 

(Will) 

Teach you the king you know you 

(Not) 

"God's son", across the belly 

(Lose) 

I prove you lost already 

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten 

Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten 

Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave 

Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face 

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes 

With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? 

When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep 

That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef 

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo 

To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle 

This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid 

When KRS already made an album called Blueprint 

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve 

To say that you better than Big 

Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live 

(I will not lose) 

"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already 

The king is back, where my crown at? 

(Ill Will) 

Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas 

(I) 

Fuck with your soul like ether 

(Will) 

Teach you the king you know you 

(Not) 

"God's son", across the belly 

(Lose) 

I prove you lost already 

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches 

What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother 

You traded your soul for riches 

My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous 

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it 

You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women 

Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? 

Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me 

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly 

In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin' 

Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers 

All I did was gave you a style for you to run with 

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God 

Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars 

No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case 

Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase 

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan 

I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class 

You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? 

Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge 

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though 

That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow 

Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? 

Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy 

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter 

And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? 

Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas 

And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? 

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas 

In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas 

Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss 

What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks? 

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat 

Compared to Beans you wack 

And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame 

You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big 

And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit 

You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention 

Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons 

Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick 

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick 

Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick 

Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick 

So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick 

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? 

Wanted to be on every last one of my classics 

You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss