The Definitive Nas Song List (Part 1) #75-51

#75. Cherry Wine ft. Amy Winehouse – “I want someone who like the champagne I like. My a-alike, someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night. She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life. Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life.”…

#74. Fried Chicken ft. Busta Rhymes – “Hmm… Fried chicken, fly vixen. Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen. You a bird but you ain’t a ki’. Got wings but you can’t fly away from me. Driving in your bucket seats All the way from Kentucky to f#ck with me.”…

#73. Black President – “They forgot us on the block, got us in the box. Solitary confinement, how violent are these cops? They need a early retirement. How many rallies will I watch? I ain’t got it in me to march.”…

#72. Accident Murderers ft. Rick Ross – “Two of ‘em pull through, but one didn’t, son’s finished. You took the life of him. The part about it that’s crazy, you was aight with him. Tight with him, why was he in the way? Why was he standin’ next to the enemy that specific day?”…

#71. The Makings of a Perfect B*tch – “I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker. I think I’m on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League. Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee. What’s next, I’m stakin’ out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef. Say goodbye to the stress.”…

#70. As We Enter ft. Damian Marley – “And we could blaze it up on your block if you want to. Or haze it up stash box in a Hummer. Or you could run up and get done up.”…

#69. Bridging the Gap – “The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues. Slaves are harmonizin’ them ah’s and oh’s. Old school, new school, know school rules. All these years I been voicin’ my blues. I’m a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart.”…

#68. Warrior Song – “They can’t break me or shake me. They too fake to come kill me. Think they faith this was satan. They mistake me I’m filthy. Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me. It’s gonna be a murder confront me, their burners are empty.”…

#67. Every Ghetto – “I’m on top now, slightest drama, I’ll have ta kill ya. Cuz animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water. Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order. Sh*t is plastic material, havin’ no life. I crash whips and leave it no matter the price.”…

#66. One Time 4 Your Mind – “I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes’ll make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella. Go get your crew, Hobbes, I’m prepared to bomb troops. Got n*ggaz who’s born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes. When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop. Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top.”…

#65. My Way – “Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain. I wanna be iced-up n*gga, bury me the same. I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame. Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything.”…

#64. Poppa Was a Playa – “So many kids I knew, never knew who Pap was. That’s why I show my pop love. He was still around when I f#cked up. He could have left My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed. Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade. To my first fist fight. Right behind me he would stand. No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man.”…

#63. Loco-Motive ft. The Large Professor – “Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest. War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma. Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey. Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply. Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice.”…

#62. K-I-SS-I-N-G – “Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this. Showed me how excitin life is. I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks. The sheistiest, put you on they heist list. How we met it must have been fate. First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak. She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent’s paid?”…

#61. Nazareth Savage – “I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? Form a crew, swallow forty cal’ bullets after dinner’s finished.”…

#60. Hero ft. Keri Hilson – “Another chapter of the cleanest rapper. Distinguished gentlemen. Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher. Holla at’cha, call me the chiropractor. Working like Muay Thai class. Get perspire out ya.”…

#59. Disciple – “This ain’t 50, this ain’t Jigga, this ain’t Diddy, this ain’t Pretty. Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me?”…

#58. The Don – “Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle. Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide). Grossing our net. Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous crimes behind me. Search but can’t find me. F#ck sadness. Had this been you havin’ this lavish. Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards.”…

#57. Watch Dem N*ggas – “Food for thought or rather mind wine. The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, f#ckin your wife that ain’t so secret.”…

#56. Heaven ft. Jully Black – “If Heaven was a mile away, And you could ride by the gates. Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today? Would you pray louder finally believing His power? Even if you couldn’t see, but you could feel would you still doubt him?”…

#55. Come Get Me – “Power and crime, the thugs slingin powder and dimes. Twenties of D, is yo’ n*ggaz wilder than mine? My n*ggaz bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards for they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers.”…

#54. Black Zombie – “They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school know you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a fool. Give your kids bad grades and put ’em in dumber classes. Killin shorty future, I wonder how do we last it. Underground in they casket.”…

#53. Black Republican ft. Jay-Z – I feel like a black militant takin’ over the government. Can’t turn my back on the hood, too much love for them. Can’t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ’em. Probably in up back in the hood, I’m like, “fuck it then”.”…

#52. Project Windows – “Black hoods, cops ‘n projects sewers flooded with foul blockage. The gutter’s wild and every child watches. Changin top locks with ripped off hinges doors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard off. Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare vision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories.”…

#51. Shootouts – “Yo, release what’s in me. Besides the Henny, it’s eyes that’s seen plenty. Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny. Instead of diet plans it’s crack 200 grams. I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D’s at.”…


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