You're da Man

Uh, uh, yo
 They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
 But I overstand, they truth is all lame
 I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
 Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
 Nas, too real, Nas, true king
 It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing
 Your arms too short to box with God
 I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
 Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas?"
 Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
 I seen it coming
 Soon as I popped my first bottle
 I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do
 Came in with my style, so I fathered you
 I kept changing on the world since "Barbeque"
 Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
 Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said
 If I, ever make a record, I take a cheque
 And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
 But look at me now, ten years deep
 Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep
 I never asked to be top of rap's elite
 Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets
 But look at me now
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
 And diamond rings can poison a rap star
 Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
 I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
 Wish I could flap wings and fly away
 To where black kings in Ghana stay
 So I could get old, my flesh rot away
 But that'll be the day when it's peace
 When my gat don't need to spray
 When these streets are safe to play
 Sex with death, indulge in these women
 Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire
 Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
 Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
 I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me?
 I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
 I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
 If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
 .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
 In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
 When everything around me got cloudy
 The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me
 It was clear why the struggle was so painful
 Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
 And God, I'm so thankful
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man
 You're the man, you're the man