Lyrics:

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 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



[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