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Nas Fried Chicken

Nas Fried Chicken Lyrics

[Intro: NaS]

Uh, lawd lawd Jah
What I’m gonna do? (What I’m gonna do?)
Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah
Ehahaha
Shit is all true

[Verse 1: NaS]

Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me
Heart Disease
But need
You in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain’t a ki
Got wings but you can’t fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
From Kentucky
To f**k with me
Look what you done to me
Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour
You in your hot tub, I’m looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you’re red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock
To the bed then, “Plop”
When we done, I need rest
Don’t know a part of you that I love best
Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken, you gon’ be a nigga death
Created by southern black women
To serve massa, guest
You gon’ be a nigga death
Misses Fried Chicken
You was my addiction
Dripping with cholest’
Like Greeks with his felafel
Or Italians with his to-mato
Pasta
Or roti is to a Rasta
Trapping me
You and your friend mac and cheese
Candy yams, collard greens
But you knocking me to my knees
It’s killing me when I miss, ah
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Shit, It taste good, I can’t lie
It’s like you’re walking out a tanning saloon
When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey, my pretty hand hot, it’s so feminine
The way you submitting
And how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower
You with lemon water
Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
Baby
It’s like you at the spa
The way you gently
Lay in the pan
While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling
On your skin
Despite the funny fragrance
Still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
I’m reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn’t f**k with you
But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you
But that’s another issue
But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
Was it infection manifesting?
Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
I’ma eat you until there’s nothing left
Til my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death
Despite your good appearance
Cooking swine as a chef
You gon be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine
Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Yes, I eat the shit to death

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]

Ain’t that some shit?
I’ma eat some shit
Until what I’m eating KILLS ME!

And I choose to do that
Why?
Cause that’s just what niggas do

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Nas Hero Lyrics music video

Nas Hero

Nas Hero Lyrics

(Feat. Keri Hilson)

[Chorus:NaS and Keri Hilson]

Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason (wish)
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero

[Verse 1:NaS]

Another chapter
of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle
on his back
Maybach-er
exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at’cha
call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get pers-pire out ya
And of course
I’ve been the boss
since back when
Rocking D Boy
Fila, velor
in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I’m shopping
Used to be train robbing
face covered in stocking
I’m him!

[Chorus:NaS and Keri Hilson]

Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason (wish)
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero

[Verse 2:NaS]

Rubber-grip-holder
reloader
Come at me I’ma rip your soldiers
in half
Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy
Young, bitch, I’m nasty
All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy
And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain’t never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars
Sticks and humidors
That’s what I call mature
That’s what I call a g
That’s what I call a pimp
That’s what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, shit
I’m tryin’ to make more cream
By every step to September 14th
that’s my dream
So I can be more clean
as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That’s why they fear me
Let’s go!

[Chorus:NaS and Keri Hilson]

Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason (wish)
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero

[Verse 3:NaS]

It’s universal apartheid
I’m hog-tied
the corporate side
Blocking y’all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting
Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can’t sing what’s in their soul!
So “Untitled” it is
I never change nothin’, but people remember this
If NaS can’t say it
think about these talented kids
With new ideas
being told what they can and can’t spit
I can’t sit and watch it
So shit, I’ma drop it
Like it or not
You ain’t gotta cop it
I’m a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I’m unbeatable, y’all
Let’s Go!

[Chorus:NaS and Keri Hilson]

Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason (wish)
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in (this)
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for . . . a hero
I guess that makes me . . . a hero

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Nas Make The World Go Round Lyrics music video

Nas Make The World Go Round

Nas Make The World Go Round Lyrics

Make The World Go Round Lyrics

Lace the nations don’t have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I’m around
Or I’m wasting the fabric
I don’t feel greater
To my plush pieces
‘Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I’m your husband
I’m Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bling
How could you question my direction
Or my time for collection
Gangstas two-steppin’
You hate me
Should thank me
But lately
I burned so much trees
I keep environmentalists angry
I’m a rare dude, I’m a wonder
Your best success is my worst blunder
Y’all living trendy on pennies
I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I’m good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre & Cool, we riding heavy
And why to Miami? ‘Cause . . .
(We make the world go round)
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
I see you haters on the floor jockin my swag
I’m popping Ralph Lauren tags
I’m pouring champagne inside a polo glass
Model b’tches rollin grass
Escabon folding cash
toasting wit my entourage
went for Robin Armitage
to all my stars
red carpet to the Larmitage
We throwin red dice
at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
or twenties out my garage
instead of shopping South Beach like — and Terror Squad
We the Best! big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci linen
No
Jess Romo you tryin’ a shine
up on with the nine
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that’s so-so
Nick warner’s baby back
wit — lo so.
Devil white
5-0 they catch me at the pro bowl on the field diamonds
choking the jockey on my
polo
CB let em know though
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
We make the world go round From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the float and all in two steppin
From Malay to Harlem two stepping (echo)
So I’ stop cause we made it where the ladies are

We start with Bellini’s and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper
It’d be sad not to walk out the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash, shopping
Balance only would hafta
Hafta to swell you up
before a pea snaps as you wet a vanilla dutch
Mets cap, that’s Queens, I’m a vet
Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, black
Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
Top down, new fashion
Seeing me is like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton’s camera
Light flashing, and I’m laughin’
My plaque’s from album sales
Y’all is ringtone platinum
But .99 cents adds up
I don’t hate ‘em, I congratulate ‘em
The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell them gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)

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Nas N.I.*.*.E.R. Lyrics music video

Nas N.I.*.*.E.R.

Nas N.I.*.*.E.R. Lyrics

[Chorus:]
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don’t acknowledge us,
We was scholars long before colleges.
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the question and the answer.

[Verse 1:]
We trust no black leaders, Use the stove to heat us,
Powder eggs and government cheeses, The calendar was Martin,
JFK, & Jesus, Gotta be fresh Go to school with fly sneakers. Schools with outdated books, We are the forgotten,
Summers coolin’ off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I’m from
the ghetto, Where old black women talk about they sugar
level, It’s not unusual, To see photos of dead homies’
funerals, Aluminum foil on t.v. antennas Little TV sit on
top the big TV eatin TV dinners, Girls die they hair with
kool-aid, They gave us lemons we made lemonade, But this nigga’s paid, Ancestry of slaves, Descendant of Kings It’s
necessary I, Bling, Puts rings on every thing Where
Timbs on every scene.

[Chorus]
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don’t acknowledge us,
We was scholars long before colleges.
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the question and the answer.

[Verse 2:]
Do I mean it like a slave master? NIGGER! No!
I’m gangsta Gotta eat rappers! My abbreviation
Was young when I caught the cases, That should mean
the court could see my changes Take off the bracelets,
Savage when broke, Smoke sour diesel Need no Bo-flex
My chest still cut-up like a bag of dope, Thought
patterns consist of boss matters, Spit Moses’
“Lost Commandments” Like a gross sandwich out my
mouth. Toast to government cameras Peepin us every
week I must have my cars homes & phones Squeaked for
bugs, But this is what I was dreamin of, Between
cutting hard coke with new razors Slicing my fingers
up, They use to string us up, We wanted everything,
But the one bringing us cake be the snakes Like
the… Like the New Jack City wedding scene No
time for mistakes trying to get it like [?]

[Chorus]
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don’t acknowledge us,
We was scholars long before colleges.
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the question and the answer.

[Verse 3:]
My nig… Whattup my nig?
People afraid of criticism But I
always put myself in a sacrificial position!
They been know I ain’t just rappin for fame,
I got my old homie [?] the father asking for change!
Yep! I’d give this cash up This paper don’t matter
They seen me from skinny to fatter When I rap about
war, They got the tendency to scatter, They ain’t
my backup no more, So now my enemies are at my front
door, Cause any time we mention Our condition,
our history or existence, They calling it reverse racism,
Still till today the street’s torn, My brother Jungle
always have a seat for ‘em Not behind me - beside me
You’ll always know where to find me, They say the close
ones will hurt you, So let’s keep a small circle, On the
road to riches, and diamond rings In the land of the blind
The man with one eye is the king.

[Chorus]
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don’t acknowledge us,
We was scholars long before colleges.
They say we N — I - Double G — E — R We - are - much more,
But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the question and the answer.

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Nas Project Roach Lyrics music video

Nas Project Roach

Nas Project Roach Lyrics

[Verse:]
Ugh yeah yo I’m creepy and crawling
In your sink or your toilet
I’ll be drinking from your spit
Anything cause I’m more less an insect with 4 legs
People come and I fake dead
Correction I got 8 legs
Climbin on top your plate bed
Where ever I smell food
It could even jail food
Stale food that’s molded
A roach is what I am fool
The ghetto is my land fool
I’m a never be able to fly like a bumblebee

Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker
Pitiful creature
I’m not afraid of your pesticide
Or ray
Cause in heavens my creator
I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas
You can’t win
You can’t stand the crunchy sound I make if you squash me
Learn to live with me
How much your roast? costing
You and the city
But yo we everywhere
Check your house I bet we there

Nas Project Roach Lyrics music video

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