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Nas

Genres: Hip-Hop

You Wanna Be Me Lyrics - Nas

Uhh, ooh, baby, baby 

Keep it thug and keep yo' heat 

Na nah nah nah nah 

 

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me 

I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me 

For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid 

Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful 

 

First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you 

Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable 

'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do 

But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too 

 

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth 

From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches 

Can't keep they hands to they self no more 

I'm like Hugh Hefner, you lesser 

 

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You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch 

You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down 

So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony 

You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only 

 

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak 

You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day 

But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson 

Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction 

 

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy 

It's childish, should I have to resort to violence? 

Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album 

And show you how to stay off my dick 

 

That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man 

When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans 

No talent, you need direction 

You a pussy with a yeast infection 

 

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You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' C-section 

Plus I'm the last real nigga alive 

Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high 

Realize, how many classics I gave you 

Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you 

 

U wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch 

You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down 

So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony 

You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only 

 

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak 

You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day 

But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson 

Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction 

 

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line 

Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line 

Eating, alligators and humming bird hearts 

At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch 

 

As real millionaire, shit'll take place 

Evil as Hitler's hate-race people 

This is God, son and I've come 

From the God under pure peace 

To represent the streets 

 

You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man 

But to bring more to mankind and teach 

Every MC, reach for your pens and papers 

Lesson one be creative, what you made of junior? 

 

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand 

And understand to battle Nas, not in your plan 

I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that 

And you my offspring, the boss sting 

 

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that 

Nas the King, where my bricks, where my band at? 

Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me 

If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in 

 

What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'? 

Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin 

But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha 

Take me out, try, try, try 

 

But u wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch 

You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down 

So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony 

You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only 

 

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak 

You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day 

But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson 

Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me 

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