The Game - Don't Body Ya Self (Remix) lyrics

Don't body ya self Don't body ya self Don't body ya self n***a [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, yeah Everybody get low n***as Dedicated to the f** Nas coalition Touch my dough I'm lettin .40 cals blow n***a Not cows with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on n***a I'm a bury them n***as don't want beef they vegetarian Scared of p**y you climbed out a caesarian I push ya grown a** back in your mothers womb You need nine more months Your crews nine more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up If I sign y'all I'm on dust Ya we from the same hood but n***a what?! When y'all was tryin to rap y'all was makin me proud Man now you f**ed up, down on your luck, runnin your mouth man Why don't be a real man, say you need a lil help And I might help your a** off the shelf But noooo, you're bein disrespectful Thinkin son so cool that he won't check you Stand down, the king is home Queens is on, NASDAQ, Dow Jones Don't body ya self Crazy Take it slow man Slow down Take it slow motherf**er Don't body ya self Let's listen Let's just listen Don't body ya self Listen Slow down though man Slow down Ya'll gotta take it slow [Verse 2: Nas] I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and "The Fockers" With Martin Scorsese after Gangs Of New York could rock this Back together with the master plan The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man I'm in the streets like old graffiti I'm hearin wa*kstas talkin greasy Whether broke or rich my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all cause they call me "The Lord of the Rings" Pinky heavy man, big stones in the weddin ban' Smell of brimstone back from Hell again Next verse gets worse from God's son to Devil's sin Ya'll need to take it slow Don't body ya self Motherf**er act like ya know (05') Motherf**er better take it slow Don't body ya self [Verse 3: Game] Me and Nas like Ether [?] makin' k**in statements Shootout with f*gs in front of the radio station You ain't Superman the S stand for snitch on your cape And since I'm signded to the Doc you tryin' to test my pactience Commit lyrical homicide fly through the windshield Your soul can't escape because of the wind chill [?] of your Timbalands That come to be known as the f*gget a** n***a Who made Many Men and Mr. Potato Head I'll take that title, drop it off at your son's recital Then read a quote from the Bible I'm suicidal This ain't a rap war this survival The beat is a grenade, the flow automatic rifle So send your soldiers home, I wrap 'em like Iraqis Send ashes home in a package without dirt on my khakis This n***a gonna beef with a rapper then go run to the captain Take it slow for that bullsh** you asked for happen Ya'll need to take it slow Don't body ya self Motherf**er act like ya know (05') Motherf**er better take it slow Don't body ya self [Verse 4: Nas] They say Jada defeated him Joe too street for him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to ether him Ya'll awaiting an MC burial This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law Will surely live declares the sovereign Lord And you are none of the above So you a s**a for d**h if I'm a s**a for love And ya wanna know why I don't got an answer n***as Cause I truely understand these n***as Scared of me so they talk about family members Like I can't point out your grandma to n***as Damn you was my man like crew, dog Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The Q is the borough of true dons Any disrespect n***a we choose arms Will it be Gilmore or Crowes? n***a act like ya know Yeah Ya betta take it slow Motherf**er act like ya know Mess around and body ya self Don't body ya self