Meet Joe Black Lyrics – Nas
Why would I ever have to cop a chain again
When the cubie chain vert’ moves the chains in the game?
No post office, we stampin’ time
Took a slice outta the Big Apple, made apple pies, family size
Leather bombers and Nike Sacais
Dangerous corners, you better pray that tomorrow arrive
Rap Sugar Ray Robinson, nothin’ sweet
Y’all too out of shape to even box with me
Heavyweight, I know my way around the ring
Just like shawty know her way around the store
Makin’ hits with Hit-Boy, all he gotta do is hit record
Record-breakin’ news, had to show up just to fill a void
Confused [?] lil’ boys, y’all better keep your poise
Leave me outta the weasel ***
Be cool when you see me, I’m hot and though I rap demon ***
The hood know you *** so we don’t buy or believe in it
Locked in on the instrumental, I took back the key to this, uh
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back
Your top three, I’m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I’m not the one to go at, you *** around, meet Joe Black
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back (What I’m sayin’)
Your top three, I’m not number one, how could you post that? (Uh)
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (Hold it)
I’m not the one to go at, you *** around, meet Joe Black (Facts)
What I’m sayin’, people sayin’ what’s already been said
Predictions, I don’t listen, it’s already in my head, no funny ***
Your most hungry place, I was past that at twenty-eight
Underground tapes, that’s my ASCAP and publishing stakes
As we slide in the G ride
I been gettin’ criticized, it’s keepin’ me energized
Create with a business mind, I’m from where killers reside
A wild hood, only knew rules since my childhood
Niggas say anything in they raps ’cause it sound good
Don’t even mean what they say, horrible outlooks
Y’all ain’t really ’bout this, house [?]
Y’all was in the house with it, we don’t respect fake chillin’ ya silly outfits
Window down, blowin’ out kush, great tints
New York’s J Prince on Houston Street
I caught the bounce before my *** even bounced the beat
I took the hard way in this ***, man, it’s the route for me, uh
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back
Your top three, I’m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I’m not the one to go at, you *** around, meet Joe Black
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back
Your top three, I’m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I’m not the one to go at, you *** around, meet Joe Black
Why would I ever have to cop a chain again
When the cubie chain vert’ moves the chains in the game?
Why would I?
Real talk, the *** who killed hip-hop, for real?
Nas, dawg, that *** killed hip-hop
Hip-hop is dead
That *** went and told everybody about
He came out publicly and said, “Hip-hop is dead”