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Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby<br>
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah<br>
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[Nas]<br>
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me<br>
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me<br>
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid<br>
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful<br>
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)<br>
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable<br>
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do<br>
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)<br>
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth<br>
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches<br>
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more<br>
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a<br>
<br>
[Chorus]<br>
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch<br>
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down<br>
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony<br>
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only<br>
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak<br>
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day<br>
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson<br>
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction<br>
<br>
[Nas]<br>
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy<br>
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?<br>
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album<br>
And show you how to stay off my dick<br>
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man<br>
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans<br>
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection<br>
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section<br>
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive<br>
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high<br>
Realize, how many classics I gave you<br>
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Nas]<br>
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line<br>
Why they tryin to take mine?  I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line<br>
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts<br>
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch<br>
As real millionaire, shit'll take place<br>
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people<br>
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace<br>
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan<br>
is not to destroy your man<br>
But to bring more to mankind and teach<br>
Every MC reach for your pens and papers<br>
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?<br>
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand<br>
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan<br>
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that<br>
And you my offspring, the boss sting<br>
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that<br>
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?<br>
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me<br>
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in<br>
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?<br>
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin<br>
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha<br>
Take me out, try try try, but you<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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You can't be me<br>
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