Lyrics Black Republican - Nas
I
know
you
can
feel
the
magic
baby
Turn
the
motherfucker
lights
down
Esco
whuttup?
I
mean,
it's
what
you
expected
ain't
it?
Let's
go
Turn
the
music
up
and
the
headphones
Yeah,
that's
perfect
You
got
to
take
your
time
make
a
nigger
wait
on
this
motherfucker
You
make
nigger
mad
and
shit
like
Shit
usually
start
rappin'
after
4-bars
NIgger
go
in
Let's
start
dancin'
in
this
motherfucker
Yeah,
we
just
come
outta
nowhere
I
feel
like
a
Black
Republican,
money
I
got
comin'
in
Can't
turn
my
back
on
the
hood,
I
got
love
for
them
Can't
clean
my
act
up
for
good,
too
much
thug
in
'em
Probably
end
up
back
of
the
hood,
I'm
like
'shit
it
then'
Huddlin'
over
the
oven,
we
was
like
brothers
then
Though
you
was
nothin'
other
than
a
son
of
my
mother's
friend
We
had
governin',
who
would
of
thought
the
love
would
end
Like
ice
cold
album,
all
good
things
Never
thought
we
sing
the
same
song
that
all
hood
sang
Thought
it
was
all
wood-grain,
all
good
brain
You
wouldn't
bicker
like
the
other
fools
talk
good
game
Never
imagine
all
the
disasters
that
one
could
reign
Could
bring,
should
blame
the
game,
and
I
could
It's
kill
or
be
killed,
how
could
I
refrain?
And
foreva
be
in
debt,
that's
neva
a
good
thing
To
the
pressure
for
success
can
put
a
good
strain
On
a
friend
you
call
best
and
yes
it
could
bring
Out
the
worst
in
every
person,
even
the
good
an'
sane
Though
we
rehearsed,
it
just
ain't
the
same
When
you
put
in
the
game
at
age
sixteen
Then
you
mix
things
like
cars,
jewelry
and
miss
things
Jealousy,
ego
and
pride,
and
this
brings
It
all
to
a
head
like
a
coin,
cha-ching
The
route
evil
strikes
again,
this
could
sting
Now
the
team
got
beef
between
the
Post
and
the
Point
This
puts
the
ring
in
jeopardy
indefinitely
I
feel
like
a
Black
Republican,
money
I
got
comin'
in
Can't
turn
my
back
on
the
hood,
I
got
love
for
them
Can't
clean
my
act
up
for
good,
too
much
thug
in
'em
Probably
end
up
back
of
the
hood,
I'm
like
'****
it
then'
I
feel
like
a
black
militant
takin'
over
the
government
Can't
turn
my
back
on
the
hood,
too
much
love
for
them
Can't
clean
my
act
up
for
good,
too
much
thug
in
'em
Probably
end
up
back
in
the
hood,
I'm
like,
'****
it
then'
I'm
back
in
the
hood,
they
like,
'Hey
Nas'
Blowin'
on
purp',
reflectin'
on
they
lives
Couple
of
fat
cats,
couple
of
A.I.'s
Dreamin'
of
fly
****
instead
of
them
gray
skies
Gray
5's,
hatah's
wishin'
our
reign
dies
Pitch,
sling
pies,
and
****
they
sing,
"Why"?
Guess
they
ain't
strong
enough
to
handle
their
jail
time
Weak
minds,
keep
tryin',
follow
the
street
signs
I'm
standin'
on
the
roof
of
my
building
I'm
feelin'
the
whirlwind
of
beef,
I
inhale
it
Just
like
an
acrobat
ready
to
hurl
myself
through
the
hoops
of
fire
Sippin'
80
proof,
bulletproof
under
my
attire
Could
it
be
the
forces
of
darkness
Against
hood
angels
of
good
that
forms
street
politics
Makes
a
sweet
honest
kid
turn
illegal
for
commerce
To
get
his
feet
out
of
them
Converse,
that's
my
word
I
feel
like
a
Black
Republican,
money
keep
comin'
in
Can't
turn
my
back
on
the
hood,
I
got
love
for
them
Can't
clean
my
act
up
for
good,
too
much
thug
in
'em
Probably
end
up
back
of
the
hood,
I
****
it
then
I
feel
like
a
black
militant
takin'
over
the
government
Can't
turn
my
back
on
the
hood,
too
much
love
for
them
Can't
clean
my
act
up
for
good,
too
much
thug
in
'em
Probably
end
up
back
in
the
hood,
I'm
like,
'****
it
then'
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