You're Da Man Lyrics - Nas

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 balls 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 "Fuck Nas" 

Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys 

I seen it coming 

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 changing on the world since "Barbeque" 

Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with 

Fuck bitches 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 in the project, crack in my socks weep 

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 

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Now 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 flying 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 

Sex with death, indulge in these women 

Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire 

Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina 

Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds 

I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me? 

I'm your disciple, a thug certainly 

I'm the N the A to the S-I-are 

If I wasn't I must've been Escobar 

Forty-five in my waist, staring at my reflection 

In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like my conception 

When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne 

My destiny found me 

It's clear why the struggle was so painful 

Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to 

And God, I'm so thankful 

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