U Wanna Be Me lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : U Wanna Be Me



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  Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah
nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose
me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to
dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is
laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even
live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and
Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her
niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and
only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close
on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your
direction

[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to
violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call
you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a
yeast infection
 
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I
made you

[Chorus]

[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight
line
Why they tryin to take mine?  I'm past +8 Miles+
of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under
pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in
your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to
understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain
me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw
your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin
for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

[Chorus]

You can't be me