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My President

Nas

The Recession

2008

ever quote
Lets go!

[Chorus]
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still

Waiting on God

Waiting on God’s timing

Going thru so much this shit make you throw up
Been on hiatus they ask was the hold up 
My nigga 
Broken heart like

of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much

Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin'

the fuck I'm kidding
God dammit I'll be on the streets if ain't nobody listen

Fuck so many bitches I call myself a body builder, ruined so much pussy they

don't make it rain I make it snow
I bet you're mad your girl is at my show, huh (Quiet down)

Shut the fuck up, I'm enjoying this, god damn
Shut the fuck

ignoring the person I was meant to be!

Forced an outcome again
Pushed a line up to its end
I have learnt to cloud my virtue
Too much I'm using my own

the bag now, bitches wanna sit on my lap now
Bitches see I'm a big dog, wanna give me that cat now
Got so much green on me they think I'm the Hulk, yeah

(I'm blind)
But it's by design
(Yeah)
I walk with God
I walk with God
I walk with God
I walk with God
I live my life
(My life)
And don't think twice

ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't

too much love inside me
Got a chip on my shoulder since I was born
I'ma always prove y'all wrong
Only God can stop me now
Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah,

I wrote so much
Three albums in three years, ask me if I took a week off

Safe to say it's God behind the mask, though
And I'm grateful
Went from

Cusswords

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty

I can't fuck with you niggas
I think I'm above you niggas
I got the master plan
Popped a tab to know who I am, and how to run up my bands
Dollar by

God's Favorite

N.O.R.E.

God's Favorite

2002

hustling "police".. 
Got to be God's favorite 
I been through so much in my life time, as a artist, as a regular nigga
And now as a man "a man"..
God's

a nip/tuck
A tactician with my vision
Slide between yall like a bishop
Take yo queen like bobby fisher
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands

and hungry
So I'm here sitting down, thinking and wondering
If that was too much to ask
Less I forget I'm bout to curse on this track
Mom is you okay with

Ok
Ok
Huh
Yea
If you know where I'm from well then how dare you ask it
From my cloth we cut em off look we ain't sharing fabrics
I'm still in

to judge with our own standard it just doesn't work
So I'ma be second put others first let God determine my worth
How much are we worth? Why don't we ask

like flashing lights walking by
I look to God and I ask him why
He had to make a nigga this fly
I'm the shit you ain't gotta lie
Look to God and I ask

friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face

'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy

shipping the dunes
Ask for the album, it's coming real soon
Imma blow yo ass up like a fucking balloon
I talk all my shit, I got nothing to prove
Tough

by any means so my soul for sale
I got my soul for sale
Yeah, I remember them days couldn't post no bail
I couldn't post no bail
Standing on the corner

might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch

Well it's the God (yes) no illusions