Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Introduction, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Introduction |
| PS 111 had free lunch |
| Embarrassed but managed to get a plate… |
| We was kids hungry |
| Mom’s working, I was famished |
| She getting home late… |
| So I decided now I’m in charge |
| Either stay full or starve |
| Corner store like «Mister, spare-a-quarter» |
| Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars |
| Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard |
| Roll with a shooting squad |
| How could I not succumb? |
| How could I not partake? |
| Fifteen, I got a gun |
| Sixteen, I robbed a train |
| Licked off a shot for fun |
| What’s got inside my brain? |
| A hustler’s job ain’t done, til he becomes a king |
| But I’m a righteous son, despite I’m in the midst of |
| Dudes who switch up and change |
| They wanna carry me like I’m some kind of lame |
| I never let them though, I just forgive them though |
| Either that or the pistol blow |
| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah! |
| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!» |
| I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah |
| Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah |
| Worth two hundred million now |
| Bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums |
| Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties |
| I’m pushing forty, she only twenty-one |
| Don’t applaud me, I’m exhausted G |
| Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup |
| Y’all wouldn’t know me without one, I keep a fresh cut |
| Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck |
| Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani |
| Hood forever, I just act like I’m civilized |
| Really what’s in my mind is organizing a billion Black motherfuckers |
| To take over J.P. and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs |
| And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back |
| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah! |
| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!» |
| 1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him |
| Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him |
| Girls all up on him |
| I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em |
| She says, third leg from a legend is sheer heaven |
| She says, it is the greatest loving |
| The tales you hear is the truth on me |
| Who wasn’t the most faithful husband |
| Reveal my life, you will forgive me |
| You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me |
| Only a few will, this how it sounds when you’re too real |
| They think it’s just music still |
| Well I am a graphic classic song composer |
| Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure |
| Some of y’all might know Kelis, this goes to her with love |
| Also goes to y’all, let’s see |
| The craziest things already happened to me |
| So either you’ll be laughing at me or you’re laughing with me, ha |
| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah! |
| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!» |