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Some information about Ether Lyrics Title: NAS - Ether lyrics Artist: NAS Album: Stillmatic Visitors: 18 visitors have visited Ether Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [gunshots] [Nas talking] (" Jay-Z") What s up niggasay yoI know you ain t talkin bout me dog Youwhat? (" Jay-Z") You been on niggayou love my stylenigga (" Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God s son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y all impatiently waitin It s like an AIDS testwhat s the results? Not positivewho s the best? PacNas and Big Ain t no bestEastWestNorthSouthflossed outgreedy I embrace y all with napalm Blows upno gutsleft chestface gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your domecome outta my throne I got thislocked since 9-1 I am the truestname a rapper that I ain t influenced Gave y all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie famekept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yopass me the weedpour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ayy all faggotsy all kneel and kiss the in ring [Chorus] I ve been ed overleft for deaddissed and fogotten Luck ran outthey hoped that I d be gonestiff and rotten Y all just piss on meshit on mespit on my grave (uh) Talk about melaugh behind my back but in my face Y all some "well wishers" friendly actinenvy hidin snakes With your hands out for my moneymanhow much can I take? When these streets keep callinheard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weaponslowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a cameland his soldiersI can handle This for dolo and it s manuscriptjust sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint FirstBiggie s ya manthen you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lipswhyn t you let the lategreat veteran live [talking] (I...will...not...lose) "God s son" across the bellyI prove you lost already The king is backwhere my crown at? (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peacelet s do it niggas [Chorus] Y all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What s sad is I love you cause you re my brother You traded your soul for riches My childI ve watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dadwatchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a childscared to smilethey called you ugly? Well life is hardhug medon t reject me Or make records to disrespect meblatent or indirectly In 88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain t even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my faceglad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chainsno tecsno cashno cars No jail bars Jiggano piesno case Just Hawaiian shirtshangin with little Chase You a fana phonya fakea a Stan I still whip your assyou thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoetryna work it outyou tryna get brolic? Ask me if I m tryna kick knowledge NahI m tryna kick the shit you need to learn though That etherthat shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame DiddyDame Daddy or Dame Dummy? OhI get ityou Biggie and he s Puffy Rockafeller died of AIDSthat was the end of his chapter And that s the guy y all chose to name your company after? Put it togetherI rock hoesy all rock fellas And now y all try to take my spotfellas? Philly s hot rock fellasput you in a dry spotfellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glockfellas Foxy got you hot cause you kept your face in her puss What you thinkyou gettin girls now cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havinwith whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You asswent from Jaz to hangin with Caineto Herbto Big AndEminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggotyou love the attention Queens niggas run you niggasask Russell Simmons HaR-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Zdamn you on Jaz dick So little shorty s gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie s rhymes is gon come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shitapologizeniggajust ask Kiss Hottest songs from NAS : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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