Letra:
Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nahnah nah
[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that opposeme
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crownthey head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckinpitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you(hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause shewanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie'sbroke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags towealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they handsto theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you justa
[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
Youcoward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch,you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you -wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't comeclose on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you alesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn yourdirection
[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildestfantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a halfa million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off mydick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When yougotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction;you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckinC-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, thelabel get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you thinkback you'll realize that I madeyou
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin towalk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of everystate line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player'sball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll takeplace
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've comefrom the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that myplan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind andteach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; whatyou made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in yourhand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last realnigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
Abulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king,where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while youentertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your assin
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklinthat you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Takeme out, try try try, but you
[Chorus]
You can't be me
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nahnah nah
[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that opposeme
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crownthey head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckinpitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you(hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause shewanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie'sbroke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags towealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they handsto theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you justa
[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
Youcoward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch,you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you -wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't comeclose on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you alesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn yourdirection
[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildestfantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a halfa million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off mydick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When yougotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction;you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckinC-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, thelabel get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you thinkback you'll realize that I madeyou
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin towalk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of everystate line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player'sball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll takeplace
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've comefrom the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that myplan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind andteach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; whatyou made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in yourhand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last realnigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
Abulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king,where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while youentertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your assin
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklinthat you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Takeme out, try try try, but you
[Chorus]
You can't be me
