Nas You're Da Man Lyrics
            Uh uh, yo
            They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
            But I overstand they truth is all lame
            I hold cannons that shoot b____ of flames
            Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
            Nas - too real, Nas - true king
            It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
            Your arms too short to box with god
            I don't kill soloists only kill squads
            Fame went to they head, so now it's "f___ Nas"
            Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
            I seen it comin
            Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
            Came in with my style, so I fathered you
            I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
            Now you wanna hang with n____s I hung with
            f___ b____es I hit, it's funny I once said...
            If I, ever make a record
            I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
            But look at me now, ten years deep
            Since the project bench with crack in my sock sleep
            I never asked to be top of rap's elite
            Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
            But look at me now
        
            (Chorus)
            "You're the man" "You're the man"
            "You're the man" "You're the man"
            "You're the man" "You're the man"
            "You're the man" "You're the man"
            "You're the man" "You're the man"
        
            But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
            And diamond rings can poison a rap star
            It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
            I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
            Wish I could flap wings and fly away
            To where black kings and Ghana stay
            So I could get on my flesh right away
            But that'll be the day when it's peace
            When my gat don't need to spray
            When these streets are safe to play
            s__ with death, indulge in these women
            Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
            Broads play with pentagrams in they v_____
            Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
            I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?
            I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
            I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
            If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
            Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
            In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
            When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
            My destiny found me
            It was clear why the struggle was so painful
            Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
            And God, I'm so thankful
        
            (Chorus to fade)
        
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