Yall Nas stans have to just love this man voice because no way these lyrics is dope
Peep the first bar
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 nikkas Against Society
Wtf
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 targeted 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'm buggin'?
I love him for life, we both still mournin' on our mothers' 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
shyt is garbage
The beat>>>> Lyrics
So that tells how garbage this shyt is