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U Wanna Be Me
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Uh, ooh, baby, baby (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Keep it thug and keep yo' heat
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me (uh)
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so f- pitiful
First, they love you, could be the b- that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable (uh)
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her - too
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass -
Can't keep they hands to they self no more
I'm like (I'm like) Hugh Hefner, you lesser
You just a wanna be me, you can't -
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you -, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only
But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish, should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my d-
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction
You a p-
You unlucky, I'm your f- C-section
Plus, I'm the last real - alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get -
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps, if you think back, you'll realize that I made you
You wanna be me, you can't you -
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you b-, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only
But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past eight Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and hummingbird hearts
At the Player's Ball, Brioni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, - take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets
You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one, be creative, what you made of junior?
'Cause soon, you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to battle Nas, not in your plan
I'm the last real - alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, where my grapes? Where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin', laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in
What the f- was you - thinkin'?
G-'ll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha-ha-ha
Take me out, try, try, try
But you wanna be me, you can't, you -
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you b-, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only
But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me
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