Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- NAS - My Worst Enemy Lyrics
- Uploaded by LOVE4LYRICS at Pastebin.com
- * appears on the Japanese release only
- [Intro: Nas]
- Yea, uh, uh, real niggaz dawg, ya heard
- Yea, journey to the life, just journey
- [Verse One: Nas]
- I'm the nigga that ain't loud
- Throw C-low, never ace out
- Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds
- The observer, money and murder the hood praise it
- I was raised in it, early age
- Was presented with the ultimatum
- Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games
- Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out
- Brains numb out, guns out
- I was smart high hopes in my heart
- But dope cartels would emerge
- Bloody shirts on niggaz while they hollerin'
- 'Til their lungs don't work
- Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth
- With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT"
- My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth
- Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit
- My eyes are the window of my soul
- My niggaz let the Indo roll
- Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old
- That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg
- We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause
- All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit
- I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick
- He only think about lettin' his Mac spit
- He like fuck who he hit
- Me it bothers, 'cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless
- If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets
- So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em
- We already lost niggaz by how we was movin'
- We still livin', but our lives need much improvin'
- I think I'm gonna lose 'em
- [Chorus: Nas]
- I was blind in this world
- All I thought about was diamonds and pearls
- I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl
- Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib
- Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live
- It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror
- Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind
- Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be
- In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me
- [Verse Two: Nas]
- Feelin' like I got the dons clout
- Trigger pawn cocked glocks spray up your moms spot
- I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols
- Bring machines, icy bell buckles, ten guns, M-1'S with ice muzzles
- Life's a struggle, get your wifey touch too, everybody involved
- Homicide, doctors patchin' up your war scars
- Task Force chargin' at us, news flash, thug crews blast at officers
- Coroners pick you up from the grass
- Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest
- I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec
- Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax
- It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max
- Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me
- I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy
- That don't mean nigga's stupid
- But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses
- Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed
- Planted in this ghetto, where my niggaz can't read
- Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks
- Now what y'all know about that
- One side of me wanted out of this life
- Glue traps on the floor for the mice
- 'Til the nigga saw the light
- I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it
- I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen
- All of the drama in my life I got my self into
- All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental
- I let these niggaz words get to me
- But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley
- It's the end of the century
- I recognized the world is a beautiful place
- Niggaz opinions ruinin' my musical taste
- 'Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail
- If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail
- I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt
- And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self
- Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self...
- [Chorus: Nas]
- I was blind to the world
- All I thought about was diamonds and pearls
- I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl
- Nappin' his kids, ransack, run through his rib
- Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live
- It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror
- 'Cause all this time, it was a fragment in my mind
- Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be
- In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment