Favorite Nas Quotables :ahh:

[FAH1223]

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school nikkas, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fukk who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For nikkas no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shyt is explained
I'm taking nikkas on a trip straight through memory lane

A more recent one that I thought was great

I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
So I keep it strictly ’bout dimes and stick to the story
Call me a pro in the p*ssy category
Had explicit experiences I shouldn’t mention
For me, getting women turn from sport to addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes
Congress women inflicting pain onto my game
Warned that I’m sadistic
They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shyt
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I’m still single, looking for Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I’m a bachelor
Y’all nikkas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven’t chose yours
She loves glamour bought Vera Wang sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette
My man is half hood half class
Photographers cameras caught us out there
The spotlight, I hope she can handle
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You live the dream with me when you are just in the projects

 

[Danie84]

"Life's a bytch," but God-forbid the bytch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me



Am I hallucinatin off the hazin?
Or did I just see a nikka shoot another nikka's face in
It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of, suspect faces
It's usually, two or three nikkaz who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair




Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens
Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough
And all we do is call them either bytch or a Black hoe"
I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree
Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies

 

[dappadonna]

"Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end"

"I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings and Ghana stay
So I could get on my flesh right 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"

 

[same damn lo sweater]

aiming guns at all my baby pictures

 

[Danie84]

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly
Made Gucci the shyt - Louie too, suits and ties
Player trophies, pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs'
Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shyt
Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
Sip Moonshine, so-called c00ns, shines, and darkies
I love y'all; pyramids to cotton fields
to Wrigley Fields, forgetten men who DID get killed
Crispus Attucks, the first blasted


On the road to riches and diamond rings
In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king



It's celebrated, now people are mad if they ain't one


We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?


"Son, these nikkas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son...Word, with the big ass face on it...Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written."

Ecobar!

My favorite Nas circa

 

[Commander in Chiefin]

QB's Finest - Self Conscience

"Voices in my head from choices that I dreaded choosin
Cautions I shoulda took heed, lost in my weed, steady losin
Thug stripes, badges of honor, forces to succeed
Whores on they knees, fukkin with millionaires, killers and thieves
I fukk until there's no feelin where, I bust and I pee
I lusted cars but I suffered and my scars run deep
I stay to myself, one deep, pray to my God cause he
say when it's hard get on one knee, and ask Thy for forgiveness
fukk the cash, the ice, the Ferrari's
with two-twenty on the dash when your life ain't right
See nikkaz smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back
Snakes shake your hand and got his dikk up in your wife back
Why's it like that? It's life black, this is the game
The way I see it both bytches and nikkaz, is the same
I trust myself, I can't fukk myself
When hoes leave and no weed I still know me, just myself
Fear is weakness learn from what experience teaches
Beware of leaches, the vampires, my secret's
never follow, cause most nikkaz is straight up cowards
Take care of my body's the temple my mind is the power"

 

[Gifted one]

"I know some bytches who be schemin, they quit on that nikka dreams she leaves, but when that nikka blow, she the first bytch on her knees"

 

[↓R↑LYB]

the streets raised me up, givin a fukk, i thought jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up

nikkas hate what they don't understand, fear what they can't counquer, guess that's just the theory of man

the reason i wanna be alone is i'm tired of all the thing that went wrong that woulda went right if i did it on my own

gun inside my bad hand i sliced tryin to bag grams

I remember those days. Jordans, a chain, a jansport, and a starter cap.

nikkas couldn't tell me shyt b

 

[↓R↑LYB]

Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers
There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean nikkaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
to which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shyt it's hard to see R&B
rappers arguably, started fukkin up the game horribly
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
bytches infatuated say they love me lyin to me
What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see
jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mother's, life
And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bytch to fukk
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
I carry the cross!

 

[HHID]

"This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies
Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be
Crime followin the wrong dudes who have no values
Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of
nikkaz around you make threats
They tell you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
Even though your decision won't help you benefit"


His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span
He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan

You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
And if I let go I'm dead
Each step my daughter take, motivate my spirit
And now the body experience, so now I feel it
Lookin at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me
Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary
I never hate, that's just wasted energy
The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
The future - and time only reveals, what fear is
False expectations, appearin real
We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told
and I will til permanently, my eyes are closed

my Lord!!! Some of Us have angels.... one of nas realest song ever!

 

[HHID]

Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest
I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec
Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax
It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max
Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me
I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy
That don't mean nikka's stupid
But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses
Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed
Planted in this ghetto, where my nikkaz can't read
Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks
Now what y'all know about that
One side of me wanted out of this life
Glue traps on the floor for the mice
'Til the nikka saw the light
I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it
I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen
All of the drama in my life I got my self into
All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental
I let these nikkaz words get to me
But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley
It's the end of the century
I recognized the world is a beautiful place
nikkaz opinions ruinin' my musical taste
'Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail
If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail
I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt
And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self
Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self...

 

[noodles]

Nas is at his best when's he p!ssed off ala Hate Me Now...

I saw nikkas get smacked and have the streets thinkin' they real
Saw nikkas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls
hosaditty, she act like she innocent
she act like her p*ssy ain't where my nikkaz been
Hate when she act like she never met me. She can't forget me
thugs respect me, jealous nikkas say F me << Mega
'cause I cruise yachts like Lefty and Sonny Black
your Hoes wanna lick Honey out my crack?
I'll fart in your bytch mouth, she call me psychic
'cause I knew she would like it, push fleetwood Caddy's
feelin' righteous
I eat good, no red meat I like Fish ya'll never in your life seen money
I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties smuggle bootleg liquor
I shoot 'till you dead nikka
I'm about bread, these rhymes off the head nikka
wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
I flow on techno beats and rep the streets
you a one verse assassin <<Jigga
I'm a multiple LP long lasting'
peakin' again
grimy nikka with different color ink in my skin
former low life, but now I'm the Bling Bling King
respect it see me with the shyt I say on record
not like these fake thugs, please wake up
If I die I'ma rise from the grave
with two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make nikkas pay!

 

[Danie84]

Sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin


I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell



My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bytch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins



Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
fakkit-ass nikkaz that be scared to do they bids
fukk you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live

"Ether burns.. It gets in ya soul&#65279;."

 

[inndaskKy]

I&#8217;m Huey P. in Louis V. at the eulogy Throwing Molotov&#8217;s for Emmitt



sh*t was deep as f*ck...I think alot of ppl didn't catch it

That's one of my favorite lines from that whole album right there. It has me everytime. That kind of line is why I love Nas' style.


EDIT: Another one from that same track:

"I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers"

In 2 bars, calling himself the greatest rapper, Ali the greatest boxer, America the greatest country, all without explicitly mentioning either Ali or America or even the word 'greatest'. That's just nice.

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

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