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Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only I explain
My plateau, and also, what my name
First it was Nasty, but times changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up your weak picture then squeeze
scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it
Belt tied their neck in jail cells naked
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it
They just rob grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm like a sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep they teachers
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your every night
Now