You Can't Kill Me - Nas

Yeah yeah yeah yeah y’all… New York City…

Tryna to see where I’ma go tonight…

The most famous town in the whole fuckin’world…

The other night, nigga was at Lotus…

I hit P and them I was Dom P’ed up in there, you know…

But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo Check it out check it out how it went

It was just cool like, smooth night wit’my jewels bright

Goons left goons right, coupe wit’blue lights

Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls

Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off

In the loft mixin’hash and 'dro

Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass

Sippin’wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast

When the phone ring, the house lights flash

Turned down the sound, let’s get down to bidness

Shit about to go down wit’some foul niggaz

What the voice said, «what up pop?

Who want it?»

I put the guap up, get the boy popped

He say «son stop, it’s dudes you feedin'

Who feedin’other dudes, but they really not eatin'»

Dog, why you callin’me?

This our food

You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too

But I’m in my princely robe, simply rich

Don’t bother me wit’silly shit, call Rico

He said «it IS Rico, of all people

Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor

To get his crime pardoned, his son’s godfather»

Said the nigga shot up my cars

Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?

Niggaz always on that bullshit

To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip

Niggaz always on that bullshit

Now ya funeral, the preacher’s at the pulpit

Niggaz always on that bullshit

To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip

Niggaz always on that bullshit

Now ya funeral, the preacher’s at the pulpit

You can’t kill me High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass?

Fold up cash, you ain’t heard the soldier’s half

You speakin’hogwash, silly shit, ???

to dash

I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker’s jacket on The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad’s a don

What you think that he spawned?

A slacker?

Nah

Packed the nines, yo this nigga’s asinine

Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom

In a casket, you’ll get ya fashion on You’ll be in a suit and tie, you’ll die

You’ll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin’wit’Nas

Remember anyone can get it at anytime

Lames’ll swear by ya name, when they lie

Get hit wit’the lone star, ripped where ya bones are

So tell me how yo’ass gon’run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?

In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser

Merk you wit’cha own shooters

All you want is a name, pissed and insane

My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen

Then it goin’off, start spittin'

Niggaz try to bring it where I live in Trustin’you, knew where all of the cribs at So we waited wit’the cigs blat, blat, blat!