| Song | Nas Is Like |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | I Am... |
| [00:20] | Freedom of jail, clips inserted |
| [00:22] | A baby is being born the same time my man is murdered |
| [00:24] | The beginning and end |
| [00:25] | As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain, my plateau |
| [00:28] | And also, what defines my name |
| [00:30] | First it was nasty, but times have changed |
| [00:32] | Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain |
| [00:35] | I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame |
| [00:38] | Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine |
| [00:41] | Saw my close friend shot, flatlining, am i insane？ |
| [00:43] | That depends, carry mac-10's to practice my aim |
| [00:46] | On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees |
| [00:48] | Line the barrel up with your weak picture and squeeze |
| [00:51] | Jesus's scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads |
| [00:53] | To the corners thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough |
| [00:56] | To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light |
| [00:59] | Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life |
| [01:01] | Is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it |
| [01:04] | Belt tied around their neck, in jail cells naked |
| [01:06] | Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt |
| [01:09] | And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS |
| [01:21][01:11] | Nas, Nas is like . .（scratching） . life or death （scratching） |
| [01:24][01:14] | My rebel . （scratching）. . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .（scratching） |
| [01:27][01:17] | Nas is like .（scratching） . Nas is like . （scratching）. . Half man, half |
| [01:29][01:19] | amazin' . .（scratching） |
| [01:31][01:21] | No doubt . （scratching）. . Nas is like |
| [01:33] | Earth, wind and fire, rims and tires |
| [01:34] | Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver |
| [01:37] | Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars |
| [01:40] | Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas |
| [01:42] | （Nas is like. . -Nas） |
| [01:43] | Iron mic, messiah type, before the Christ, after the death |
| [01:46] | The last one left, let my cash invest in stock |
| [01:49] | Came a along way from blasted techs on block |
| [01:52] | Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres |
| [01:54] | >From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough |
| [01:57] | Dimes, skinnin' fellatio, siete zeros, bet my nine spit for the pesos |
| [02:02] | But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth |
| [02:05] | Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked |
| [02:07] | They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid |
| [02:10] | Before my number's called, history's made |
| [02:12] | Some will fall, but I rise, thug or die, makin' choices |
| [02:15] | That determine my future under the sky, to rob, steal or kill |
| [02:19] | I'm wondering why, it's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame |
| [02:22] | Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite |
| [02:25] | Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is |
| [02:38][02:28] | Nas, Nas is like . .（scratching） . life or death （scratching） |
| [02:40][02:30] | My rebel . （scratching）. . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .（scratching） |
| [02:43][02:33] | Nas is like .（scratching） . Nas is like . （scratching）. . Half man, half |
| [02:45][02:35] | amazin' . .（scratching） |
| [02:47][02:37] | No doubt . （scratching）. . Nas is like |
| [02:49] | Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet |
| [02:51] | I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows |
| [02:53] | I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf preeper |
| [02:55] | Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' something deep from their teachers |
| [02:58] | I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for |
| [03:01] | Always got you, i'm like pac dude you would cry for |
| [03:03] | I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money |
| [03:06] | Corporate accounts from a rich company |
| [03:08] | I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man |
| [03:12] | like the '99 summer jam, bulletproof hummer man |
| [03:14] | I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam |
| [03:18] | I'm the feeling of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand |
| [03:21] | I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet |
| [03:23] | Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up |
| [03:26] | Y'all know what I'm like, ya play it your system every night |
| [03:39][03:28] | Nas, Nas is like . .（scratching） . life or death （scratching） |
| [03:41][03:31] | My rebel . （scratching）. . My poetry's deep, I never fell . .（scratching） |
| [03:44][03:33] | Nas is like .（scratching） . Nas is like . （scratching）. . Half man, half |
| [03:46][03:36] | amazin' . .（scratching） |
| [03:48][03:38] | No doubt . （scratching）. . Nas is like |
| [03:51] | |
| [03:54][03:49] | Nas, Nas is like . . |
| [03:56] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bell, Brown, Handy, Home, Martin ... |
| [00:20] | Freedom of jail, clips inserted |
| [00:22] | A baby is being born the same time my man is murdered |
| [00:24] | The beginning and end |
| [00:25] | As far as rap go, it' s only natural, I explain, my plateau |
| [00:28] | And also, what defines my name |
| [00:30] | First it was nasty, but times have changed |
| [00:32] | Ask me now, I' m the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain |
| [00:35] | I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame |
| [00:38] | Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine |
| [00:41] | Saw my close friend shot, flatlining, am i insane? |
| [00:43] | That depends, carry mac10' s to practice my aim |
| [00:46] | On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees |
| [00:48] | Line the barrel up with your weak picture and squeeze |
| [00:51] | Jesus' s scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads |
| [00:53] | To the corners thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough |
| [00:56] | To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light |
| [00:59] | Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life |
| [01:01] | Is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it |
| [01:04] | Belt tied around their neck, in jail cells naked |
| [01:06] | Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt |
| [01:09] | And of course N A S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS |
| [01:21][01:11] | Nas, Nas is like . . scratching . life or death scratching |
| [01:24][01:14] | My rebel . scratching. . My poetry' s deep, I never fell . . scratching |
| [01:27][01:17] | Nas is like . scratching . Nas is like . scratching. . Half man, half |
| [01:29][01:19] | amazin' . . scratching |
| [01:31][01:21] | No doubt . scratching. . Nas is like |
| [01:33] | Earth, wind and fire, rims and tires |
| [01:34] | Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver |
| [01:37] | Planets in orbit, line ' em up with the stars |
| [01:40] | Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas |
| [01:42] | Nas is like. . Nas |
| [01:43] | Iron mic, messiah type, before the Christ, after the death |
| [01:46] | The last one left, let my cash invest in stock |
| [01:49] | Came a along way from blasted techs on block |
| [01:52] | Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres |
| [01:54] | From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough |
| [01:57] | Dimes, skinnin' fellatio, siete zeros, bet my nine spit for the pesos |
| [02:02] | But what' s it all worth, can' t take it when you under this Earth |
| [02:05] | Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked |
| [02:07] | They just rob your grave, I' d rather be alive and paid |
| [02:10] | Before my number' s called, history' s made |
| [02:12] | Some will fall, but I rise, thug or die, makin' choices |
| [02:15] | That determine my future under the sky, to rob, steal or kill |
| [02:19] | I' m wondering why, it' s a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame |
| [02:22] | Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite |
| [02:25] | Sooner or later we' ll all see who the prophet is |
| [02:38][02:28] | Nas, Nas is like . . scratching . life or death scratching |
| [02:40][02:30] | My rebel . scratching. . My poetry' s deep, I never fell . . scratching |
| [02:43][02:33] | Nas is like . scratching . Nas is like . scratching. . Half man, half |
| [02:45][02:35] | amazin' . . scratching |
| [02:47][02:37] | No doubt . scratching. . Nas is like |
| [02:49] | Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet |
| [02:51] | I' m like beef, bustin' heat through your windows |
| [02:53] | I' m like a street sweeper, green leaf preeper |
| [02:55] | Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' something deep from their teachers |
| [02:58] | I' m like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for |
| [03:01] | Always got you, i' m like pac dude you would cry for |
| [03:03] | I' m like a whole lot of loot, I' m like crisp money |
| [03:06] | Corporate accounts from a rich company |
| [03:08] | I' m like ecstasy for ladies, I' m like all races combined in one man |
| [03:12] | like the ' 99 summer jam, bulletproof hummer man |
| [03:14] | I' m like being locked down around new faces, and none of ' em fam |
| [03:18] | I' m the feeling of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand |
| [03:21] | I' m a poor man' s dream, a thug poet |
| [03:23] | Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up |
| [03:26] | Y' all know what I' m like, ya play it your system every night |
| [03:39][03:28] | Nas, Nas is like . . scratching . life or death scratching |
| [03:41][03:31] | My rebel . scratching. . My poetry' s deep, I never fell . . scratching |
| [03:44][03:33] | Nas is like . scratching . Nas is like . scratching. . Half man, half |
| [03:46][03:36] | amazin' . . scratching |
| [03:48][03:38] | No doubt . scratching. . Nas is like |
| [03:51] | |
| [03:54][03:49] | Nas, Nas is like . . |
| [03:56] | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bell, Brown, Handy, Home, Martin ... |