Lyric Ether - NAS

Lyric Song Ether: gunshots
Nas talking
yquot; Jay Zyquot;
What s up niggasay yoI know you ain t talkin bout me dog
Youwhat
yquot; Jay Zyquot;
You been on niggayou love my stylenigga
yquot; Jay Zyquot;
Chorus
I with your soul like ether
Will Teach you the king you know you
Not yquot;God s sonyquot; across the belly
Lose I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y all impatiently waitin
It s like an AIDS testwhat s the results
Not positivewho s the best PacNas and Big
Ain t no bestEastWestNorthSouthflossed outgreedy
I embrace y all with napalm
Blows upno gutsleft chestface gone
How could Nas be garbage
Semi autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your domecome outta my throne
I got thislocked since 9 1
I am the truestname a rapper that I ain t influenced
Gave y all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie famekept my name in his music
Check it
Chorus
talking
Ay yopass me the weedpour my ashes out on these niggas man no doubt
Ayy all faggotsy all kneel and kiss the in ring
Chorus
I ve been ed overleft for deaddissed and fogotten
Luck ran outthey hoped that I d be gonestiff and rotten
Y all just piss on meshit on mespit on my grave uh
Talk about melaugh behind my back but in my face
Y all some yquot;well wishersyquot; friendly actinenvy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my moneymanhow much can I take
When these streets keep callinheard it when I was sleep
That this Gay Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weaponslowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a cameland his soldiersI can handle
This for dolo and it s manuscriptjust sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
FirstBiggie s ya manthen you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lipswhyn t you let the lategreat veteran live
talking
Iwillnotlose
yquot;God s sonyquot; across the bellyI prove you lost already
The king is backwhere my crown at
Illwill Ill Will rest in peacelet s do it niggas
Chorus
Y all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What s sad is I love you cause you re my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My childI ve watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dadwatchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a childscared to smilethey called you ugly
Well life is hardhug medon t reject me
Or make records to disrespect meblatent or indirectly
In 88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain t even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my faceglad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chainsno tecsno cashno cars
No jail bars Jiggano piesno case
Just Hawaiian shirtshangin with little Chase
You a fana phonya fakea a Stan
I still whip your assyou thirty six in a karate class
You Tae bo hoetryna work it outyou tryna get brolic
Ask me if I m tryna kick knowledge
NahI m tryna kick the shit you need to learn though
That etherthat shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame DiddyDame Daddy or Dame Dummy
OhI get ityou Biggie and he s Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDSthat was the end of his chapter
And that s the guy y all chose to name your company after
Put it togetherI rock hoesy all rock fellas
And now y all try to take my spotfellas
Philly s hot rock fellasput you in a dry spotfellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glockfellas
Foxy got you hot cause you kept your face in her puss
What you thinkyou gettin girls now cause of your looks
Ne gro please
You no mustache havinwith whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You asswent from Jaz to hangin with Caineto Herbto Big
AndEminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick ridin faggotyou love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggasask Russell Simmons
HaR O C get gunned up and clapped quick
JJ Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay Zdamn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty s gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie s rhymes is gon come out your fat lips
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shitapologizeniggajust ask Kiss