Soundtracks - Nas - Wanna Be Me lyrics

uh, ohhhhh, baby, baby (uh ha ha ha ha) keep it thug and keep your heat na na na na Verse 1 Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that appose me, I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh) before they crowned there head is cut off, bodies is layin dead in the street its so f**in pitiful, first they love me, could be the b**h that even live with you, mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh) cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do, but christal single, bonnie's broke and a n***a's too, I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth, from jagz to bently's to plenty a** b**hs, cant keep their hands to there self nomore, i'm like Hue Hefner, you lessar, you just... CHORUS wanna be me, you cant, you f*ggot, you b**h, you social coward, you clown, you just wanna be down, so you wanna be me, you b**h, you phony, you clone me, you wanna be me son, i'm the one and only, but you, wanna be me, you s**ers, you weak, you flunky's, you fake, you could'nt come close on my worst day, but you wanna be me, i'll burn you and learn you a lesson, consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction, you cant be me Verse 2 no even in your wildest fantasy, its childish, sh** I haft ta resort to violance, pay me ahalf a million, i'll consult your album, and show you how to stay off my dick, thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man, when you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans, no tallent, you need direction, your a p**y with a yeast infection, you unlucky, i'm your f**in C section, plus i'm the last real n***a alive, toast gla** L with-o the label, get high, rely, how many cla**ics I gave you, perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I made you... CHORUS Verse 3 i'm tryin to walk a straight line, while they tryin to take mine, I'm pa** 8 miles of every state line, eating alegators and humming bird hearts, at the player ball preani suit, shupers watch (??), as real million-airs sh**tas take place (??), evil is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son, and i've come from the garden of pure peace, to represent the streets, you will see, that my plan is not to destroy a man, but to bring more to mankind and teach, every MC reach for your pens and papers, lesson 1 be creative, what you made of junior, cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand, and understand to battle Nas is not in ya plan, i'm the last real n***a alive, understand that, and you my offspring, a boss-sting(??), a bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that, Nas the king, where my cribs (??), where my benz at, play me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me, if I aint cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your a** in, what the f** were you n***a's thinkin, guns would clutch if I get an anklin that you commin for the kingpin, but I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha, take me out, try, try, try.... CHORUS