Tytuł: Analyze this

• Wykonawca: Nas
• Wyświetleń: 196

  
   What the hell...what the hell...
  check check check check it out
  what the hell...what the hell...
  
  [Chorus 1 - Lord Tariq]
  
  People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
  Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
  Suprise, what I do is already legalized
  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
  flow, you gotta pay a little more now
  It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
  We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
  Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out
  Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out
  Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent
  These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content
  Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo
  Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player
  I know you rappers wanna see me fail
  But quick to see a 600SL be twelve
  Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
  I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
  Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie
  Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me
  Bottom line
  
  [Chorus 2 - Jay-Z]
  People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
  Lookin at me, stay focused, I'm givin em straight poker suprise
  What I do is already legalized
  Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost
  
  [Lord Tariq]
  We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, togethor we about a ton or better
  on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated
  That's why I'm winnin in this world of sins
  Steady grinnin, money boss spendin
  Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influencial
  Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through
  Preachin my words and don't know what you owe
  It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it
  Ain't nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same
  I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain
  Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi
  From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski
  Play to survive, you ain't live you just livin
  You breathin a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden
  Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison
  aint' no duckin what I'm deliverin won't be forgivin in
  Layin there shiverin, half the night
  You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight
  I make sure everything you endure stays tight
  Big (*boom*) Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight
  
  [Chorus 1]
  
  [Nas]
  I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac
  No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back
  It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat
  Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black
  But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match
  Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD
  Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me
  In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie
  I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets
  You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep
  Ain't no love lost, none taken, none givin
  Stressin how I'm livin it, thinkin when my loot first came
  look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers
  and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas
  Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off
  wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas
  But now, two years five months and 30 days later
  I still put out the street flavor
  But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
  Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years
  Bubble eye small fry loaded four five
  just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by
  Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy
  them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa