U wanna be me - soundtrack version

Uhh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly
Thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful

First they love you
Could be the bitch that even live with you
(hoe) mad at your riches, now she switched
Turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie
Robin and Crystal do but Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)

I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son
I'm the one and only

But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake
You couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession
Turn your direction
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish should I have
To resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million
I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick

That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get you some fans no talent
You need direction you a pussy
With a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' c-section

Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, ill will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll
Realize that I made you

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son
I'm the one and only

But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake
You couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession
Turn your direction

You can't be me
I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past
8 Miles of every state line
Eating alligators and hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suit's
Y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate race people
This is God son
And I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets
You'll see that my plan

Is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative what
You made of Junior?

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man
With the mic in your hand and understand
To battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive
Understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting

A bulletproof Porsche things
Hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks
Where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme
While you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions
Throw your ass in

What the fuck was you niggas thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin'
That you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son
I'm the one and only
But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake
You couldn't come close on my worst day
But you wanna be me
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession
Turn your direction

You can't be me