You're the Man - Nas, J.Period

h uh, yo

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 the project, ??

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

«;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»;

But 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