No Idea`s lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : No Idea`s



 Send "No Idea`s" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Uhh, uhh

Uhh, uhh, uhh



No idea's original, there's nothin' new under the
sun

It's never what you do, but how it's done

What you base your happiness around material,
women

And large paper that means you inferior, not
major



No idea's original, there's nothin' new under the
sun

It's never what you do, but how it's done

What you base your happiness around material,
women

And large paper that means you inferior, not
major



Look inside my mind, you'll find

Where bodies are buried, first look past the
hotties who dimes

Go to the center, enter with caution, past the
braincell graveyard

Where weed's responsible for memory loss

Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make
you nauseous

See what I seen every day I live with this
torture



Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours

Sleep with my, wash with my in the shower

My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills
demons

Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin',
I'll teach 'em

The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a
girl

Everybody had money, every summer was real ill

Four-finger rings, dealers



No half steppin' with flat tops when Rakim
reigned

Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods
buildin'

Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's
children

And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto

Kids listened, five percenters said it's pork and
Jell-o

We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time
difference

On a different coast, but we share the same
sunlight

Your part of the world, might be like colors and
gangs



While on my side, brothers'll for different
things

But it all revolve around, fame and shorties

Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain,
the same story

From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis

Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican
mafias

Be scrappin' with tats on they back, violent
wars

Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever
caught

Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style



While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly
foul

Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no led in
yo' child

But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the
bezzy be out

The chain be like a hundred K

Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made 'Runaway'
that's been a minute

Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God

It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers
wanna be Nas

My Exodus doesn't exist



I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my
mind

Even with sleep I'm duckin' in my dreams

Sirens, wide awake, why'd I think it would
change

Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the
same things like

Somebody's always watchin', my life

Before I, walk out the door I size up every
option

Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or
guns

Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's
a hard one

I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains
bamboozled

Headline readin' 'Rapper Slain From a Man'