Common Ft. Nas - Ghetto Dreams Lyrics

Common Ft. Nas - Ghetto Dreams

[hook]
ghetto dreams
ghetto ghetto dreams
ghetto niggas' dreams
ghetto ghetto dreams
ghetto niggas' dreams
ghetto dreams
ghetto niggas' dreams
from the hood

[verse 1: common]
i want a bitch that look good and cook good
cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
butt naked in the kitchen for the pancakes
plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
we got our own handshake
her titties ain't fake
fucking in the car cause he just can't wait
to get home, early in the morn' getting stoned
pretty with her eyes low, running by bible
the type of bitch that big said he would die for
is the type that i would rather stay alive for
tats on her back, looking all tribal
she know shoes like she know survival
well put together, she weathers the storm
seen her brother die so forever she's strong
hear beyonce's song and she gotta perform
whether fucking or fighting: we getting it on!

[hook]

[verse 2: nas]
i don't even say shit, she can feel it
i toss the realest
so ______
ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it
baby in one arm, the other arm's a skillet
frying chicken, macaroni
raise on the black _____
(ghetto press???), she's my ____
_____________
______ or my mama
knowing the drama like she know when to joke
steal a nigga's squares, not wanting me to smoke
i poke my head out of benzes
streets that i know who my friends is
in this love for the money, power and clothes
a ghetto housewife watch reality shows
she might get to snapping when the cameras are closed
when the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose

[hook]

[verse 3: nas]
i notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
subject matter be changing too quickly at times
so i keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story
call me a pro in the pussy category
had explicit experience as i shouldn't mention
for me, getting women turn from a sport to an addiction
powerful women playing the roles of submission
_________ leashes
_____ women _______
pain under my game wanted and i'm sadistic
they liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
til i get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
but i'm still single, looking for cleopatra
african queen, yo look at me, i'm a bachelor
y'all niggas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
cross your fingers, be happy i haven't chose yours
she loves _________ sandals
valentino bags is my etiquette my man is
half hood half glass, photographers cameras
____ hope she can handle this
she can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
event having spot ____ have some alcohol _____
jumping out a bentley with some fresh red bottoms
you learn to dream with me when you are just in the projects

[hook]

Nas - Who Are You Lyrics

Nas - Who Are You

You already know
Heard ya got your masters
Did college up
Never look back
Now that's what's happenin'
And it's good to see you made it out the hood with a degree a true man with passion
Now you can enter the so called white man's society and go right past them
Lookin' in the wall street journal for your face but it's always absent.
[...]
Everyday that's him eatin' flan and ambrosia his watch on his arm golden, Latin
Try to get his attention but he's flinching very close(unknown) so I mention
We was neighbors some time ago
He was kinda cold
In this restaurant full of his kind and mold
He sighed and tried to look surprised I know
This side of the city where he resides so
I had to go
I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes
Hate so called intellectuals no balls and suggest we vote
He stand all proud speakin' to correct his folks....
[...]
...suggest that we don't sell dope but I guess it's true but who the fuck are you
Who are you trying to tell me who I am
Trying to tell me who I am
Who are you trying to tell me what I'm not
Tryin' to tell me what I'm not
Who are you trying to tell me who I am
Tryin' to box me in tryin' to find who I am
I'm Idi Amin
I'm Marcus Garvey
8 Track Brown
I'm Muhammad Ali
I'm Reginald Lewis
George Washington Carver
I'm Nas with incredible music
Let's do this
Thinkin' of a Master Plan
Sippin' on Disasters
Smokin' on Gangsta
Watchin' niggaz argue chillin' on my bar stool
With my hell up in Harlem, hat in hand, with a girl named Pat
She more than the waitress you order your drink with
She's divorced the banker and bought the bar
She got an automobile
She give her order to kill
You get caught and robbed
You can see your walk is off you can lose your rhythm when your out in the gutter for awhile
You easily go from soft to hard
Now it's all about hustlers, number runners, ho's, and sharks (unknown)
And we all know the code of the block
And you're talkin' some gibberish, some anti nigga shit cause you marched back with Rosa Parks
Brother don't start
Go build your Noah's Ark
You can float to the end of the world then pretend what you're not
But I know what you are
While I roll in my car
While I'm spinnin' my knot
While our enemies plot you ain't outta the shot
Matter of fact you are an easier target
And I respect everything you accomplished, but hope that I never get old and talk that nonsense
So who the fuck are you
Who are you, tryin' to tell me who I am
Tryin' to tell me who I am
Who are you tryin' to tell me what I'm not
Tryin' to tell me what I'm not
Who are you trying to tell me who I am
Tryin' to box me in tryin' to find who I am
See Queen Nzinga
Winnie Mandela
Ida B Wells
Why can't you tell
Why can't you tell

Nas - Snitch Alibi Lyrics

Nas - Snitch Alibi

Nas, let’s go, yeah.

This was here for the snitches, yeah
Gangstas keep your hands up, yeah
Snitch alibi, yeah.

Chorus:
To the snitch alibi nigger I can’t tell,
I know you won’t tell, I know you know well,
On the block … thus we make our male,
Why you’re playing to be a gangsta I can’t tell,
Nigger, I can’t tell, nigger you ain’t gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain’t gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain’t gonna tell.
To the snitch alibi, I, I know you …

I know your nigger is a .. up,
You eat fat stereo, fat … work for the ..,
Man you’re a loser or zero,
.. your move your is a hero,
Therefore, you lack .. like a ..,
Lose though ‘cause you… crack game like a ..so ,
Nigga you better be careful.

Yeah, I’m losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
‘cause they gonna tell, gonna tell.
Yeah, I’m losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
‘cause they gonna tell, gonna tell, they gonna tell.

Chorus:
To the snitch alibi nigger I can’t tell,
I know you won’t tell, I know you know well,
On the block … thus we make our male,
Why you’re playing to be a gangsta I can’t tell,
Nigger, I can’t tell, nigger you ain’t gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain’t gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain’t gonna tell.

To the snitch alibi, you better be careful,
‘cause you’re walking on the wrong side
… there’s where you stay for the long while,
..brothers you left to die
Mother f*cker, you FBI, what happen to street, what unrespect,
Turning to Al Pacino and Johnny Depp,
‘cause you tell undercover ..
Sing alibi taught it was a stand up guy.

[Chorus:]

They don’t tell, they don’t tell, they don’t tell.

You know what now,
There’s one thing I can stand as a middle …
The police .. you can’t witness, you just …mother f*cker,
… than you’re wick and …

[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi.