Don’t Body Ya Self Nas
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[Intro]
Hope y'all make it through the storm
You know what, though? I love the rain, man
Love the rain
A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh)
You're runnin' your mouths crazy
Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?
Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man
We don't want that, at least you don't
Be easy, man
Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world
But y'all niggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self
(take it slow)
Don't body ya self
(take it slow) Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga (just gon' take it slow)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Everybody get low, niggas
Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition, touch my dough
Let .40 cals blow, nigga
Not cows with four legs but cals with more lead
That add up more dead, it's on nigga
I'ma bury 'em
Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian
Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!)
I push your grown ass back in your mother's womb
You need 9 more months, your crew's 9 more punks
You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up
If I sign y'all, I'm on dust
Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what?
When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man
Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man?
Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a little help
And I might help your ass off the shelf
But no, you're bein' disrespectful
Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you
Stand down, the King is home
Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones
Hope y'all make it through the storm
You know what, though? I love the rain, man
Love the rain
A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh)
You're runnin' your mouths crazy
Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?
Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man
We don't want that, at least you don't
Be easy, man
Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world
But y'all niggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self
(take it slow)
Don't body ya self
(take it slow) Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga (just gon' take it slow)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Everybody get low, niggas
Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition, touch my dough
Let .40 cals blow, nigga
Not cows with four legs but cals with more lead
That add up more dead, it's on nigga
I'ma bury 'em
Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian
Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!)
I push your grown ass back in your mother's womb
You need 9 more months, your crew's 9 more punks
You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up
If I sign y'all, I'm on dust
Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what?
When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man
Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man?
Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a little help
And I might help your ass off the shelf
But no, you're bein' disrespectful
Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you
Stand down, the King is home
Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones
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