Don't Body Ya Self Lyrics

Nas - Don't Body Ya Self Lyrics

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Don't Body Ya Self Lyrics

Hope y'all make it through the storm

You know what though, I love the rain man

A lot you cats are runnin your mouths

Your runnin your mouths crazy

Think y'all got to ease up though, you know

Ease up fore somethin happen man

We don't want that

At least you don't

Be easy man

Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world

But y'all nigga betta take it slow

Don't body ya self

Don't body ya self

Don't body ya self nigga



Yeah, yeah

Everybody get low niggaz

Dedicated to the f**k Nas coalition

Touch my dough I'm lettin .40 cals blow nigga

Not cals with four legs

But cals with more lead

That add up more dead

It's on nigga

I'm a bury them

Niggaz don't want beef they vegetarian

Scared of pussy you climbed out a caesarian

I push ya grown ass back in your mothers womb

You need nine more months

Your crews nine more punks

You rhyme on stuff and claim I didn't sign y'all up

If I sign y'all I'm on dust

Ya we from the same hood but nigga what?!

When y'all was tryin to rap y'all was makin me proud

Man now you f**ked up, down on your luck, runnin your mouth man

Why don't be a real man, say you need a lil help

And I might help your ass off the shelf

But noooo, you're bein disrespectful

Thinkin son so cool that he won't check you

Stand down, the king is home

Queens is on, NASDAQ, Dow Jones



Don't body ya self

Crazy

Take it slow man

Slow down

Take it slow motherf**ker

Don't body ya self

Let's listen

Let's just listen

Don't body ya self

Listen

Slow down though man

Slow down

Ya'll gotta take it slow



I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and "The Fockers"

With Martin Scorsese after Gangs Of New York could rock this

Back together with the master plan

The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man

I'm in the streets like old graffiti

I'm hearin wankstas talkin greasy

Whether broke or rich my friend

Nasir bring that career to an end

And I'm bored with you MCs B

Ya'll beneath me

And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji

Of course I'm the king, get my shine on

And I blind y'all cause they call me "The Lord of the Rings"

Pinky heavy man, big stones in the weddin ban

Smell of brimstone back from Hell again

Next verse gets worse from God's son to Devil's sin



Ya'll need to take it slow

Don't body ya self

Motherf**ker act like ya know (05')

Motherf**ker better take it slow

Don't body ya self



They say Jada defeated him

Joe to street for him

What's next? I guess it's for Nas to ether him

Ya'll awaiting an MC burial

This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio

What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. whether heavenly or spiritual

Extreme, delicately like in a way that seems too perfect for this world

Man that is riteous, faithful and keeps law

Will surely live to cleanse the soverend Lord

And you are none of the above

So you a sucka for death if I'm a sucka for love

And ya wanna know why I don't got an answer niggaz

Cause I truely understand these niggaz

Scared of me so they talk about family members

Like I can't point out your grandma to niggaz

Damn you was my man like crew dawg

Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog

The Q is the borrow of true dons

Any disrespect nigga we chose arms

Will it be gilmore or crowes?



Nigga act like ya know

Yeah

Ya betta take it slow

Motherf**ker act like ya know

Mess around and body ya self

Don't body ya self