that's true Is there for me Respect is due They care for me Should I be down Or even out They're next to me Hey [Chorus Out - JR. Gong] Your real friends
a while So break it down for the cheering, Latin style Wyclef: Destiny's Child remade numero uno You wanna hate me now like Nas Cause you dos, tres,
Jackson, and Cosby Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free So what does Nas see Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe Hate when they beside me
Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas, Two of New York's biggest niggaz, Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power
you I mean even I hate us Turn the radio down I mean every song Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me
And Claim They Runnin Shit Nigga I Run Me As A Kid, Teacher Said I Had A Mouth On Me The Same Mouth Got Me The Deal With Dre And E Folk In The Hood
tweedle-de-tweedle-dum [body] it doesnt take much for me to raise such a stink up when motherfuckers hate your guts you aint even gotta say much for me
heat, na nah nah nah nah [Nas] Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they
wonder how I'm talk of the town Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise Now what nigga? Only drugs
Took me seven hours to rehearse this rhyme Just seven minutes till we design Seven seconds to reach ya minds DMX in jail, holla at me dawg {Holla at me
s true Is there for me Respect is due They care for me Should I be down Or even out They're next to me Hey [Chorus Out - JR. Gong] Your real friends
with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said, Nas, why is he trying it? My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting - Nas
t got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And all my business all my sin is
doin' shit kid Cause in reality I'll learn my salary The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me It kinda make me wanna hate bling it's a race
'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge
around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?" *overlapping dialogue* Nas: "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please Let me
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy (?) Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me