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Hope ya’ll make it thru the storm
You know what tho I love the rain man…love the rain
A lot of you cats is runnin’ you mouths
Heh heh heh heh…
You’re runnin’ your mouths crazy
Think ya’ll got to ease up tho y’know?
Ease up fore somethin happen man
We don’t want that...at least you don’t
Be easy man
Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world
But ya’ll niggaz better take it slow
Don’t body yo’ self
Don’t body yo’ self
Don’t body yo’ self toller Typ
Yeah yeah
Ev’rybody get low niggaz
Dedicated to the “**** Nas” coalition
Touch my dough I’ma let 40 Cals blow toller Typ
Not Cals with 4 legs but Cals with more lead that add up
More dead, it’s on toller Typ
I’ma bury ‘em, niggaz don’t want beef they vegetarian
Scared of pussy, you climbed out a Caesarean
I push your grown ass back in your mother’s womb
You need 9 more months, your crews 9 more punks
You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain’t sign ya’ll up
If I sign ya’ll I’m on dust...yeah we from the same hood but…toller Typ what??
When ya’ll was tryna rap ya’ll was makin me proud
Man now ya ****ed up, down on your luck, runnin’ your mouth man
Why don’t you be a real man, say you need’ a little help, an I’ma help your ass off the shelf
But nah..you’re bein’ disrespectful, thinkin’ son’s so cool that he won’t check you
Stand down, the King is home, Queens is on, NASDAQ, DOW Jones
Chorus:
Why….why…don’t body yo’ self...you’re crazy
Take it slow man, slow down
Yeah take it slow mutha****a don’t body yo’ self
Lis-listen, lis-listen
Take it slow man, don’t body yo’ self
Listen, slow down homie
Ya’ll gotta take it slow
I am De Niro after Amex commercials and The Fockers
With Martin Scorsese after Gangs Of New York had rocked us
Back together with the Master Plan
The rebirth of Langston Hughes I’m that man
I’m in the streets like old graffiti
I’m hearin’ wankstas talkin’ greasy
Whether broke or rich my friend
Nasir bring that career to an end
And I’m bored with you MC’s B
Ya’ll beneath me
And my raps bring horror like a board of a Ouija
Of course I’m the King, get my shine on and I blind ya’ll
Cos they call me the Lord of The Rings
Pinky heavy man, big stones in the weddin’ band
Smell of brimstone, back from Pelican
Next verse gets worse, from God’s Son to devils sin
Chorus:
Ya’ll need to take it slow, don’t body yo’ self, yeah
Mutha****ers act like ya know…05…mutha****ers better take it slow
Don’t body yo’ self
They say Jada defeated him, Joe too street for him
What’s next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him
Ya’ll awaiting an MC burial, this is Ether-ial
FM Stereo to XM Radio
What does it mean Ether-ial?
Hmmm…either heavenly or spiritual
Extreme, delicately light in a way that
Seems too perfect for this world
Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law
Will surely live, declares the sovereign Lord
An’ you are none of the above
So you’re a sucka for death if I’m a sucka for love
An’ ya’ll wanna know why I ain’t gotta answer niggaz
Cos I truly understand these niggaz
Scared of me so they talk about family members
Like I can’t point out your Grandma to niggaz
Damn you was my man, like crew dog
Don’t make me change your body frame to blue form
The “Q” is the borough of true Dons
Any disrespect toller Typ we choose arms
Will it be gilmor crohn's
toller Typ act like you know
Yeah, ya’ll better take it slow
Mutha****ers act like ya know
Mess around an body yo’ self man
Don’t body yo’ self man
[/float]Lange hat man vergeblich auf eine Antwort von Nas auf den 50 Cent Disstrack "Piggy Bank" warten müssen, denn eigentlich wollte [ssuche]Nas[/ssuche] keinen Track gegen Fitty aufnehmen:
