NaS - Black Zombie Lyrics Artist: NaS Album: Miscellaneous Send "Black Zombie" Ringtone to your Cell Songwriters: Nasir Jones, T Spearman Uhh Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? 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? Ancestors turnin I'm learnin somethin every day, there is no Lazareth Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask For reperations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop bein controlled, we black zombies Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies) We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies) Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies) We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies) Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind bars We've already gone insane They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs Stab our own backs and dream too much Without fulfillin realitytoo greedy and Can't have one or two chains, we need three of dem Can't have one or two guns without squeezin 'em On our own people and, fuck black leaders Cause whites ain't got none leadin them, the rhythm is cosmic Nas is divinity, the deity's prophetless All get down and get up Victims walkin 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck Faintin, shoutin, catchin Holy Ghost in church Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doin it first We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demostrated Just to make another generation - black zombies You scared to be yourself, cause you in a trance Feel free, hear the music and dance If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews Or from Israel, (?)bish'meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim (?) Islam's a beautiful thing And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring Peace against the darkness, which is unGodly So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow That's the sound of the beast I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid Control your own destiny, you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years Ghetto niggaz won't have it no mo', can I get a witness? Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it When you can do it yourselfit's all in you, do it, do it Do it niggaz Send "Black Zombie" Ringtone to your Cell Incorrect lyrics? Submit a correction → Official Artist-Approved Licensed Lyrics from Gracenote. Copyright © Ill Will Music Lyrics Terms of Use

NAS LYRICS Send "Life's A Bitch" Ringtone to your Cell "Life's A Bitch" (feat. AZ the Visualiza) [A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go [N] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin? Yo then what man, what?? [echoes] [Verse One: AZ the Visualiza] Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die [Chorus: AZ the Visualiza] Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye [--> chorus #1 echoes at the end] Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die [--> chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end] [Verse Two: Nas] I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage [Chorus] [Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade] http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=47735