Youre The Man Lyrics by NAS

Youre The Man Lyrics

    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 comin
    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 changin 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 the project, ??
    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

    [Chorus]
    "You're the man" "You're the man"
    "You're the man" "You're the man"
    "You're the man" "You're the man"
    "You're the man" "You're the man"
    "You're the man" "You're the man"

    But 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 flyin 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 swimmin 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 hurtin me?
    I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
    I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
    If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
    Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
    In the mirror, sittin 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 was clear why the struggle was so painful
    Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
    And God, I'm so thankful

    [Chorus to fade]

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