U Wanna Be Me (From "8 Mile" Soundtrack|Explicit)

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 f**kin' pitiful
First they love you  could be the b**ch that even live with you
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 niggaz too
I can do bad by myself  went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty a** b**ches
Can't keep they hands to they self no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner  you lesser
You just a wanna be me  you can't you fagot  you b**ch
You coward  you clown  you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me  you b**ch  you phony
You clone me  u wanna be me  son  I'm the one and only
But u wanna be me  you suckers  you weak
You flunkies  you fake  you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u 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 p**sy with a yeast infection
You unlucky  I'm your f**kin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real ni**a 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
U wanna be me  you can't you fagot  you b**ch
You coward  you clown  you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me  you b**ch  you phony
You clone me  u wanna be me  son  I'm the one and only
But u wanna be me  you suckers  you weak
You flunkies  you fake  you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u 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 humming bird hearts
At the player's ball  Brianni suits  y'all birds watch
As real millionaire  sh*t'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 ni**a 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 a** in
What the f**k was you niggaz 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 u wanna be me  you can't  you fagot  you b**ch
You coward  you clown  you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me  you b**ch  you phony
You clone me  u wanna be me  son  I'm the one and only
But u wanna be me  you suckers  you weak
You flunkies  you fake  you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me  I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession  turn your direction  you can't be me
U Wanna Be Me - Nas