Letras de canciones de Eminem

WANNA BE ME (NAS) - Eminem

WANNA BE ME (NAS)

 Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby 
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah 
 
[Nas] 
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me 
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me 
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid 
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful 
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe) 
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable 
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do 
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha) 
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth 
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches 
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more 
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a 
 
[Chorus] 
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch 
You coward, 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 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 
 
[Nas] 
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 dick 
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 pussy with a yeast infection 
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C section 
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive 
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high 
Realize, how many classics I gave you 
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Nas] 
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line 
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line 
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts 
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch 
As real millionaire, shit'll 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 nigga 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 bricks, 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 fuck was you niggaz thinkin? 
Guns'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 
 
[Chorus] 
 
You can't be me