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 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

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Nas Queens Get The Money Lyrics music video

Nas Queens Get The Money

Nas Queens Get The Money Lyrics

Ayo,
Queens get the money
Nigga is still screaming
“Paper chasing”
But presidential candidates
Is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
They daddies faceless
Play this
by ya stomach
Let my words massage it and rub it
I’ll be his daddy if there’s nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun
With someone
Above her years
Niggas is still hatin
Talking that “NaS done fell off with rhyming,
He rather floss with diamonds”
They pray “Please God, let him spit that uzi and the army linin”
“That shorty doowop
Rollin oowops
In the park reclining”
Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and
They out of alignment
My assignment
Since he said +retirement+
Hiding behind +8 Mile+
And +The Chronic+
+Get’s Rich But Dies Rhymin’+
This is high science
Now add 23 more
For Queens to be more
I’m over they heads
Like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now that’s +50+ porch monkeys ate up at the same time
+Nasty NAS+DAQ
Ya’ll gonna bow holmes
This is DOW +Jones+
80 cal. chrome
Needed time alone
To zone
The +Mac+k left his +iPhone+
And his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya’ll to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that’s on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio,
Hip hop was aborted, so NaS breathes life back into the embryo
Let us make man in our image
Spit it
I’m Huey P.
And Louie V.
At the eulogy
throwing Molotov’s for Emmitt
You ain’t as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don’t know how high the sky is
The square mileage
Of earth or what PI is
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down
devils that brought down the towers

Nas Queens Get The Money Lyrics music video

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