Nas lyrics
Nas lyrics
"Ether lyrics"
Rain lyrics
I went to your funeral couldn't resist your pull you lay you were pail as me I never kissed you goodbye I never ment to say goodbye I never wanted to never wanted it to be goodbye and the rain I'm living in it's my wine the pain I'm swimming in it's nailed to my mind I'm resting my back on your grave and the rain it's poring down on me and I'm crying over your flesh gone you it's over and I'm not over you it's dark you're dead and I wish I was too the rain is drowning me and I'm watering you The rain I'm living in it's my wine the pain I'm swimming in it's nailed to my mind
[gunshots]I went to your funeral couldn't resist your pull you lay you were pail as me I never kissed you goodbye I never ment to say goodbye I never wanted to never wanted it to be goodbye and the rain I'm living in it's my wine the pain I'm swimming in it's nailed to my mind I'm resting my back on your grave and the rain it's poring down on me and I'm crying over your flesh gone you it's over and I'm not over you it's dark you're dead and I wish I was too the rain is drowning me and I'm watering you The rain I'm living in it's my wine the pain I'm swimming in it's nailed to my mind
[Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'al
Come On Baby lyrics
Come on baby, let's do the revolution ?6 for the record, ?7 for the T-shirt A picture of the band And a ticket to the Promised Land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers To the rhythm of a pocket of change Here's the group with all the answers Vote for the Party and Keep your mouth shut! Same chains of command All the power taken out of our hands Politics pays the piper In this Company-Land Come on baby, let's do the revolution They say we'll all be equal When they take control Vote for the Party and Wallow in our rock and roll Roadie! My guitar! ---l kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AID
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
Come on baby, let's do the revolution ?6 for the record, ?7 for the T-shirt A picture of the band And a ticket to the Promised Land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers To the rhythm of a pocket of change Here's the group with all the answers Vote for the Party and Keep your mouth shut! Same chains of command All the power taken out of our hands Politics pays the piper In this Company-Land Come on baby, let's do the revolution They say we'll all be equal When they take control Vote for the Party and Wallow in our rock and roll Roadie! My guitar! ---l kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad
Alles Aus Liebe lyrics
(Lotzsch , Vollbehr , Schluter , Liebschner) Als ich ein junger Mann war, sprang ich mal vom Balkon Ich hatte damals wirklich Gluck, denn ich brachte mich fast um Der Grund war meine Nachbarin, ich wollte ihr imponier'n Und so sprang ich in die Tiefe ohne Netz und ohne Hirn Ich horte noch den Aufprall und da kam der Blackout Das letzte was ich sah, sie hat gar nicht zugeschaut Ich tat alles nur aus Liebe, ich tat alles nur fur dich Alles nur weil ich dich liebe, aber du du siehst mich nicht Ich tat alles nur aus Liebe, ich tat alles nur fur dich Alles nur weil ich dich liebe, abe
is I love you 'cause you're my brother(Lotzsch , Vollbehr , Schluter , Liebschner) Als ich ein junger Mann war, sprang ich mal vom Balkon Ich hatte damals wirklich Gluck, denn ich brachte mich fast um Der Grund war meine Nachbarin, ich wollte ihr imponier'n Und so sprang ich in die Tiefe ohne Netz und ohne Hirn Ich horte noch den Aufprall und da kam der Blackout Das letzte was ich sah, sie hat gar nicht zugeschaut Ich tat alles nur aus Liebe, ich tat alles nur fur dich Alles nur weil ich dich liebe, aber du du siehst mich nicht Ich tat alles nur aus Liebe, ich tat alles nur fur dich Alles nur weil ich dich liebe, abe
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AID
Seven Tears lyrics
Seven tears have flown into the river Seven tears are runnin' to the sea. If one day they reach some distant waters Then you'll know it's sent with love from me. Here I stand head in hand Lonely like a stranger on the shore. I can't stand this feeling anymore. Day by day this world's all grey And if dreams were eagles I would fly But they ain't and that's the reason why. Seven tears have flown into the river . . . Oh my darling oh my pretty lady Golden star that leads to paradise. Like a river's running to the ocean I'll come back to you fourthousand miles. Here I stand head
S, that was the end of his chapterSeven tears have flown into the river Seven tears are runnin' to the sea. If one day they reach some distant waters Then you'll know it's sent with love from me. Here I stand head in hand Lonely like a stranger on the shore. I can't stand this feeling anymore. Day by day this world's all grey And if dreams were eagles I would fly But they ain't and that's the reason why. Seven tears have flown into the river . . . Oh my darling oh my pretty lady Golden star that leads to paradise. Like a river's running to the ocean I'll come back to you fourthousand miles. Here I stand head
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss