Nas - Sinatra In The Sand Lyrics (Ft. Justin Timberlake & Jay Z)

Nas - Sinatra In The Sand Lyrics (Ft. Justin Timberlake & Jay Z):

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Jay-Z - BBC Lyrics (Ft. Nas, Justin Timberlake, Beyonce, Swizz Beatz, Pharrell & Timbaland)

Jay-Z - BBC Lyrics (Ft. Nas, Justin Timberlake, Beyonce, Swizz Beatz, Pharrell & Timbaland):

[Intro]
Let’s work
Let’s work
Let’s work
Let’s work
D boy… look
Billionaire, billionaire
From the… to the farmers
To the Polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy…
Billionaire
Let’s work

[Verse 1]
Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers
Pharrell’s a pharaoh, peep the features
Unlaced Adidas
Top of the world like pyramids in Giza
Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck
Carried a… in my projects
Bucket hat EPMD cassettes
Now I’m… loud in Ibiza
Mix the D’USSE with the…
My whole life is leisure
Gangsta lean like the Pisa
Eiffel Tower, Hermes towel
The Feds perched like an owl
Real… all feel the hook

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
What you know about going out, head west
Maybach, 3 TV’s all up in the headrest
Mase… at Madison Square Garden
20 million sold and we still catching charges
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees
Hoop earrings
Coupes with the rear cameras
Put that… in a cherry M3
I’m not ya average…
Silver Toyotas four runners and
And four wheelers
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite
Windows tinted
White girl all up in it
Britney…
MCM seats buck 50 stitch
Versace plates got the Basquiat
Collab from Versace place
Cuban link…
You life is illegal
When your chain can get the rico
Real… all feel the hook

[Hook x2]

Nas - Made Nas Proud Lyrics (J. Cole Response)

Nas - Made Nas Proud Lyrics (J. Cole Response):

[Verse 1]
I ain’t mad at you young king, this unsung song is haunting
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth s,cpins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first win, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, laid out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let’s murder this sequel
Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein’ nasty nigga
Military had fatigue pants saggin’, Henny’d up
Execs askin’ will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer
But I had a pill, I was a charmer
Yet still bein’ my momma’s son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby’s
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin’ mad
But that’s The Gift and The Curse, that’s the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And it’s hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they ain’t let me EP their tapes
And when they joint tank, that’s when they point blame
So point blank young Cole, you won’t be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album presses
A big difference between ‘em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin’
Global warmin’ to that cold world you was breathin’
That’s some advice I never got
If I don’t sell another record, I’ll just steady rock
While you was writin’ down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say what’s on your mind, you can stand the test of time
Now I’m playin’ Born Sinner loud, so you live rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud

[Bridge]
So you ain’t let Nas down
It’s just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain’t let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin’ nigga
You ain’t let Nas down

[Hook]
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you’re ’bout to hear’s a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor’s my mentor, that’s how the story end

J. Cole - Let Nas Down (Remix) Ft Nas Lyrics

J. Cole - Let Nas Down (Remix) Ft Nas Lyrics (Nas - Made Nas Proud):

[Intro]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby’s bein’ born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, so far as rap goes
It’s only natural, I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name

[Hook]
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you’re ’bout to hear’s a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

[Verse 1: Nas]
I ain’t mad at you young king, this unsung song is haunting
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first win, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, laid out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let’s murder this sequel
Freedom of jail from Fayetteville to QB though
Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein’ nasty nigga
Military had fatigue pants saggin’, Henny’d up
Execs askin’ will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer
But I had a pill, I was a charmer
Yet still bein’ my momma’s son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby’s
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin’ mad
But that’s the gift and the curse, that’s the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And it’s hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they ain’t let me EP their tape
And when they joint tank, that’s when they point blame
So point blank young Cole, you won’t be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album presses
A big difference between ‘em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin’
Global warmin’ to that cold world you was breathin’
That’s some advice I never got
If I don’t sell another record, I’ll just steady rock
While you was writin’ down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say what’s on your mind, you can stand the test of time
Now I’m playin’ Born Sinner loud, so you live rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
So you ain’t let Nas down
It’s just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain’t let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin’ nigga
You ain’t let Nas down
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you’re ’bout to hear’s a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor’s my mentor, that’s how the story end

Nas - You Wouldn’t Understand Ft. Victoria Monet Lyrics

Nas - You Wouldn’t Understand Ft. Victoria Monet Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let’s make a bet
I know the reason you ain’t make it yet
You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason
Dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
That’s alleged, you see my nigga’s a stand up dude
So I’m yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for but he ain’t do it

[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I’m from, man
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I’m from
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been, where I been

[Verse 2]
You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a bullet I never collided
Some did and they lived
I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive
550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type
I’ll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I’mma die one day
They gon’ probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation

[Hook]

[Outro]
True B nigga, yeah
For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my niggas
All my niggas, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you

Nas - Summer On Smash ft. Miguel & Swizz Beatz Lyrics

Nas - Summer On Smash ft. Miguel & Swizz Beatz Lyrics:

[Intro: Miguel]
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby — let me take pictures

[Nas and Miguel]
Life is good, life is good

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Ciroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let’s go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain’t even fastened
I’m trying to get every number from every woman passing me by
She’s fly; black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening?
Just rolled four with them, bout to smoke again
Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down
How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht sound?
Send a massive e-mail to the females
Tell ‘em where to meet us, give ‘em the details

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
It’s the jam here, check it(?)
It’s the summertime, women damn near naked
It’s single season, they choosing who to mess with
I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it
Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps
My people in the streets, I make it feel like it’s the beach
My goons close by, I’m daring one of y’all to reach
I’m protected like the President, ain’t gotta give a speech
Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets
And they ain’t even out yet; she like Ciroc peach
Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash
And y’all already know who got the summer on smash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Miguel]
I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh?
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby — let me take pictures
Skin, sin; wait — do you know whose pool you’re in?
Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
Your body is a weapon that you can’t conceal
Real, make money when the freaks call
Summer on Mars, it’s totally Total Recall
Like
Uda vida, she butterfly
Caliente
Bayame vente, vente comego, ayo ?

[Hook]

Nas - Roses Lyrics

Nas - Roses Ft. Nikki Flores Lyrics:

[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t want them no more
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t need them no more

[Verse 1: Nas]
I have no time to give you guidance
Barely have any fuck time either
Hefner minded like, I think you’re fine, but
I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver
Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her
Or if she insecure, most are
If she’s mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off
Not a judge cause a judge dont wear no draws, yet he allows
Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows
My tax bracket not enough blacks have it
Who should I date? Project chick or Cuban actress?
A white chick, they might flip talking that blackness
Should only attract black shit, I’m an ass magnet
If you mad at that, you’ll be mad forever
Never played you, I prayed we would stay together
Wished it’d last forever, know what I mean
Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams

[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close

[Verse 2: Nas]
Them Xanax can’t manage your maniac manic depressive expressions
They some silent killers, that stress shit
That put ulcers in a lot of niggas
I’m blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper
I done went to hell and back, you always think you right
You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight
When people like my song, you want to kill ‘em right?
You resent me every time I make a million right?
You want to experience life when you calling all the shots
Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot
Have your own cash, own your own Benz
Your own house, everything, me, I understand
Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee
Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street
The first movie he made, thought that was fly
I thought you was flyer, you a fuckin’ liar

[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t want them no more
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t need them no more

Nas - World's An Addiction Ft. Anthony Hamilton Lyrics

Nas - World's An Addiction Ft. Anthony Hamilton Lyrics:

[Intro: Anthony Hamilton]
Lies and the pain
Betrayal; life

[Verse 1: Anthony Hamilton]
In danger’s face
Look what you’re facing, gave your heart away
And all the remedies couldn’t ease the pain
All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away
In a world so cold
You gain your life just to lose your soul
Never thinking twice bout what the future holds
All the lies and the games not worth fighting for

[Verse One: Nas]
Snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest
Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets
They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me
Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat stretched out
Letter T
It’s better to dead a beef than let it breathe, then we don’t succeed
Cause then you gotta murder dummies
Waste your time they allergic to money
I’m never squirmish to blood, we can thug, and get out of hand, what’s the options?
Only conclusion is shooting bullets, poppin, hoodlums dropping, fear any day that the feds will come knocking
Was young and nervous, asking myself what’s the purpose, in the back of a patty wagon, bracelets, aching me
Pigs ignoring, I’m asking what precinct they taking me
These cops can’t relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments, know a billionaire he has everything but a fam guess
How angry this man gets, had so many bad chicks in his bed, strange sex, same sex, has addictions that are sadistic
Chain of events, habits, he puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick
Self-esteem needs boosting alcohol consumption
Nicotine fushion, some athletes juicing
Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms
All along he’s into bestiality porn, and it’s wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong
And I’m strong, but the female anatomy got me sprung
And these women need shoes and baddest cars and condos
Fine clothes, and these fiends needs to get high, so they find dough
To mainline dope, and ya’ll know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
So many vices, habits, round of course, bad chicks
My response to any advice on what is the insidious of life
I’m just rebellious, not selfish, guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is
I need the best things in life thats women, that’s cars
Cigars, in Venice, bottle on ice, that’s priceless
The other night, just in the emergency room
A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon
Doctor busy operating on a lady whos sedated
He can barely concentrate, cause he’s newly separated
His estranged wife likes entertaining her aqcaintence
In the house they were married in, mad people waiting
Some young some old, heads and stomachs aching
Filling out an application, cause they only medication
But the doctor need love or a quick vacation, calling up his travel agent
Same time, premedidating murdering his ex wife
Life, savage ain’t it
Some need xanax, just to maintain it
We all need faith cause the world keep changing
Let go of the illusion, start some restrainin

[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on (just hold on)
Just hold on

Nas - Where’s The Love Ft. Cocaine80's Lyrics

Nas - Where’s The Love Ft. Cocaine80's Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, it’s unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she’s classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
‘Cept we in the VIP area, that’s ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don’t take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you’re done
What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This ain’t the Truman Show; it’s the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
It’s U.S.A. against the gangsta, where’s the love?

[Cocaine 80s]
Love, I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It’s not love
That’s fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up

[Nas]
Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain’t a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
‘Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It’s crazy how many brothers come where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
“Cops’ll look at you like they look at me? That’s preposterous”
Ain’t it gangsta how your man made it? I’m humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that’s Jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain’t show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad’s swag, it’s George Jefferson’s strut
Stay flyest, they gon’ want to know what in your diet
Don’t be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
I’m a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It ain’t the Truman show; it’s the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got love

[Cocaine 80s]
Love, I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It’s not love
That’s fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up

Nas - Trust Lyrics

Nas - Trust Lyrics:

[Intro: Nas]
It’s like a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind
This shit be real, man
Shit’s crazy out here
Yo Yo, Yo what up y’all?
That’s my niggas over there. Word

[Verse 1: Nas]
If you scared to take chances, you’ll never have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna cock it and pop it? His waistband big
But he don’t have that thing in him, slangin’ just ain’t in him
Body language is off, he’s soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin’, frontin’
Cause you fell away. My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga lookin’, layin’ with the milli
Who dat over there, creepin’? Who homie by the tree?
Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell ‘fore they creep on me
It’s a lesson every premonition
Lotta niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t payin’ attention. Listen

[Hook: Nas]
I want a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can trust
Accountants lookin’ over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that’s fightin’ for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga trust, I can never get enough
A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more

[Verse 2: Nas]
It’s been so long, can’t remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, ‘cause guns went off
I see ya moms she still speak, she don’t know I ain’t cool wit her son no more
It’s old shit, see forever we holdin’ this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs
We buried our dead, been years
Why should I worry ‘bout him
Constantly watchin’ my back
Plus niggas tellin’ my dread(?)
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I’m in the right, ‘cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?
It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted
Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas’ names. I wonder will it change? Let’s ride (?)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down little man, let me school you in hood business
Seen a lotta niggas blow, lotta dreams folded
Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain’t too much left to buy, bought it I’m loaded I guess
Lear jets – I ask myself do I need love or success?
They say the artist that truly suffers he suffers the best
‘Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain pistols and sex
Remember spraypaintin’ the word “Fresh” and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointin’, swearin’ at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Maclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to geriatric, trust ya own judgment. Live with it and love it

[Hook]