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    You're Da Man
    (专辑: Stillmatic - 2001)
    
    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 flame  Right in they fat mouth then I 
carve my name  Nas – too real, Nas – true king  It's however you feel, go '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 coming  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 changing 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 
cheque  And put something away for a 
rainy day to make my exit  But look at me now, ten years deep  Since the 
project bench with crack in my sock, asleep  I 
never asked to be top of rap's elite  Just a 
ghetto child tryna learn the 
crafts of the 
streets  But look at me now   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   Now wait a 
sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars  And diamond rings can poison a 
rap star  Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye  I 
saw a 
dead bird flying through a 
broken sky  Wish I 
could flap wings and fly away  To where black kings in Ghana stay  So I 
could get old, my flesh rot 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 swimming 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 hurting 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  .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection  In the 
mirror, sitting still in the 
chair like Mike Concepcion  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   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  You're the 
man, you're the 
man  
 
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