You're da Man - Nas

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 flames

Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name

Nas — too real, Nas — true king

It’s however you feel, g’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