paroles de chanson Nas Is Like - Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002 - Nas

Staten Island in this motherfucker, yeah, yeah, yeah
New York god is here in the motherfucking building
(Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas is like)
This is 'round 1998 shit
You know I was around then too
1998
Lil' Premiere shit right here now
(Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas is like)

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, baby being born
Same time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain
Plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was nasty, times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the art-, but hardcore, my sign's for (pain)
I spent time in the (game), kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of (cocaine)
Saw my close friends shot, flat line, (am I sane?)
That depends, carry MAC-10s to (practice my aim)

On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak (picture then squeeze)
Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars (that cost dough)
To the little ones (what they do) doing it right
Pushing big toys, enjoying your life
It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas)

New York, what the fuck is up?
A yo, where are my motherfucking ladies at?
What we doing? Zone out? A yo
How many motherfuckers got the God's Son album?
A yo, we called Brave Hearts 'cause we stand up for what we believe in man
We don't let the little radio stations tell us what the fuck to do
We tell the radio station what the fuck to do

When I put out a new record
Motherfucking Hot 97, 105, whoever the fuck is out here
Better play it or ain't nobody gon' give a fuck about it, yeah
That's what God's Son is for
It ain't for no radio or none of that shit
This is my niggas