Lirik Lagu Black Republican - Nas
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(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro: Jay-Z & (Nas)]I know you can feel the magic babyTurn the motherfuckin lights downEsco whuttup? (Whuttup homey)I mean.. it's what you expected ain't it?Let's go... uh, uh, uh, uh, uhTurn the music up and the headphonesuh, Yea, that's perfect (Yea, right)Uh, we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker(hahaha!) Make niggaz mad and shit like..Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4-bars, nigga go inStart dancin' in this motherfuckerYea, (Yea) niggaz come outta nowhere
[Hook: Jay-Z]I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' inCan't turn my back on the hood, I got love for themCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'emProbably in the back of the hood, I'm like "Fuck it then"
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friendWe had governin', who would of thought the love would endLike ice cold album, all good thingsNeva thought we sing the same song that all hood sangThought it was all wood-grain, all good brainYou wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good gameNeva imagine all the disasters that one could reignCould bring!, should bling, the game, and I couldIt's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thingTo the pressure for success can put a good strainOn a friend you call best, and yes it could bringOut the worst in every person, even the good's insaneThough we rehearsed, it's just ain't the sameWhen you put in the game at age sixteenThen you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss thingsJealousy, ego, and pride, and this bringsIt all to a head like coin, cha-chingThe rule of evil strikes again, this could stingNow the team got beef between the Post and the PointThis puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty
[Hook: Jay-Z]
[Hook: Nas]I feel like a black militant takin' over the governmentCan't turn my back on the hood, too much love for themCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'emProbably in up back in the hood, I'm like, "fuck it then"
[Verse 2: Nas]I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (Uh)Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they livesCouple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'sDreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skiesGray 5's, hate guys wishin' our reign diesPitch, sling pies, and niggaz they sing, "why"?Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail timeWeak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signsI'm standin' on the roof of my buildingI'm feelin' - the whirlwind of beef, I inhale itJust like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fireSippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attireCould it be the forces of darkness, against hood angels of goodThat forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kidTurn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them ConverseThat's my word
[Hook: Jay-Z]
[Hook: Nas]
[Intro: Jay-Z & (Nas)]I know you can feel the magic babyTurn the motherfuckin lights downEsco whuttup? (Whuttup homey)I mean.. it's what you expected ain't it?Let's go... uh, uh, uh, uh, uhTurn the music up and the headphonesuh, Yea, that's perfect (Yea, right)Uh, we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker(hahaha!) Make niggaz mad and shit like..Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4-bars, nigga go inStart dancin' in this motherfuckerYea, (Yea) niggaz come outta nowhere
[Hook: Jay-Z]I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' inCan't turn my back on the hood, I got love for themCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'emProbably in the back of the hood, I'm like "Fuck it then"
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friendWe had governin', who would of thought the love would endLike ice cold album, all good thingsNeva thought we sing the same song that all hood sangThought it was all wood-grain, all good brainYou wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good gameNeva imagine all the disasters that one could reignCould bring!, should bling, the game, and I couldIt's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thingTo the pressure for success can put a good strainOn a friend you call best, and yes it could bringOut the worst in every person, even the good's insaneThough we rehearsed, it's just ain't the sameWhen you put in the game at age sixteenThen you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss thingsJealousy, ego, and pride, and this bringsIt all to a head like coin, cha-chingThe rule of evil strikes again, this could stingNow the team got beef between the Post and the PointThis puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty
[Hook: Jay-Z]
[Hook: Nas]I feel like a black militant takin' over the governmentCan't turn my back on the hood, too much love for themCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'emProbably in up back in the hood, I'm like, "fuck it then"
[Verse 2: Nas]I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (Uh)Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they livesCouple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'sDreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skiesGray 5's, hate guys wishin' our reign diesPitch, sling pies, and niggaz they sing, "why"?Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail timeWeak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signsI'm standin' on the roof of my buildingI'm feelin' - the whirlwind of beef, I inhale itJust like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fireSippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attireCould it be the forces of darkness, against hood angels of goodThat forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kidTurn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them ConverseThat's my word
[Hook: Jay-Z]
[Hook: Nas]
