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Nas Lyrics for Song: You're Da Man
 Lyrics for Album: Stillmatic [2001]
 
 
 
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 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 flames
 
 Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
 
 Nas - too real, Nas - true king
 
 It's however you feel, g'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 comin
 
 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 changin 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 check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
 
 But look at me now, ten years deep
 
 Since in the project, crack in my socks weep
 
 I never asked to be top of rap's elite
 
 Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
 
 But look at me now
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
 
 "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
 
 It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
 
 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
 
 Sex with death, indulge in these women
 
 Vision my own skeleton swimmin 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 hurtin 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
 
 Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
 
 In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception
 
 When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
 
 My destiny found me
 
 It's clear why the struggle was so painful
 
 Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
 
 And God, I'm so thankful
 
 
 
 (Chorus to fade)
 
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