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Nas
Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( /nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known mononymously as Nas ( /ˈnɑːz/), is an American rapper and actor. He is also the son of jazz musician Olu Dara. Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums since 1994, four of which topped the Billboard charts upon release and has sold over thirteen-million records in the United States alone. Nas was also part of the hip hop supergroup The Firm, which released one album under Dr. Dre's record label Aftermath. Aside from rapping, Nas is also an occasional actor and has appeared in feature films such as Hype Williams' directorial debut Belly, Ticker and In Too Deep and the television show Hawaii Five-0. more »
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- 2007
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UhhYo, yo-yo, y'allWhattup? WhattupIt's time man (Word, it's time?)Straight up, it's time manAight, set that sh*t off(Set it off then nigg*, set it off)Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floorsNeighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doorsLock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiatorWhy not? It might've saved later from my blockN.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughinstitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchinBut who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vansParked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jogto my building -- come out later wearin camouflageSee the sergeant and the captain -- strangle mennigg*z gaspin for air; til they move no more and just starewith dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh*t is quietSimple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crewsOvercrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnantfather's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infestedHad eight partners growin up, eight turned to sevenSeven turned to six nigg*z, got two in heavenSix of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thickThe sixth one's parole flipped; five nigg*z, went to fo' quickwhen he went O.T., college life, converted into gangb*nginFour nigg*z still hangin, years passed and slang changinThree of us now, fourth nigg* ain't aroundWe all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh*tFake sh*t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouthcould've got us all wasted, what a f*ckin clownAll I got left in the end is two of my best friendsAnd we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?New York, New York, New York state of mindNew York, New York, New York state of mindNew York, New York, New York state of mindNew York, New York, New York state of mind You heard about it, you see about itYou read about it, it's in your papersIt's in your daily news ("Get money!")New York chronicles, every dayThe crime rate, the murder rateThe money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?New York state of mind baby, check it outI'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knotNew York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spotI take a nigg* dough, send him home, to a shoeboxYou lost that nigg* I put your dollar in the jukeboxHear my favorite song, all these nigg*z sing alongAll the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongueYoung thugs blastin they gun, we got reputationsBitches and nigg*z both on parole or probationsh*t is sick, nigg*z got gats, army fatiguesI got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the leadCause I ain't playin, nigg*z'll run up in here and shoot up this sh*tStick yo' ass up, nigg*z'll find the loot in your kicksBunch of triple-cross nigg*z, just New York nigg*zLift you off your feet when they was just talkin with youSome of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for yearsBe the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beersThat ain't gangsta, nigg*z is up North with tatted tearsYour name's on the affadavit, you ratted kidfa*ggot-ass nigg*z that be scared to do they bidsF*ck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't liveGot your quiet nigg*z, that relocated down Southcomin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouthsAll of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'srunnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to scorebut it's hard to get the sh*t offnigg*z fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive offWhen the fiend come around the block, happy as hellnigg*z, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that saleCutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivorsGo to any hood that's live and make it liverA lot of nigg*z scheamin, some real, some nigg*z frontinBut I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethinNew York, New YorkNew York, New York
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