You Can't Stop Us Lyrics

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on, we Superfly
Made Gucci the shit, Louis too
Suits and ties
Player trophies
Pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums
Full of black pimps and triple OG's
Aunt Jemima hoes, historic whore shit
Girls from long time ago
Stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
Sip moonshine, so-called coon shines??????? and darkies
I love y'all
Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley fields
Forgotten men who did get killed
Christmas attics, the first plastered???????
Peace to the rich-lady-purse-snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger, kid, I know they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib, I know that hurt you bad
Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home, matter fact, we are home
Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones
Slave food turn to soul food
Collards and neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

Yo, on Dateline
The other night they showed hate crimes
Gave a blood time because he fought with his canine
Bestiality, humane society
Go to China, see how they dine
See what they eat
Better yet ask PETA, whoever
Which animal makes suede
And I persuade, would you have survived the dark ages
Cannibal ways of the ancient Caucasians
Still you like your steak tartar
Pinot Noir; David star on the chain of Sammy Davis
He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we getting our papers, they try to censor the words
To stop our money coming, but you can't escape us, haters

03. Breathe (Produced by J. Myers & Dustin Moore)

In America, you'll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can a nigga just breathe

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest
Grinding, enough diamonds
To change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted
Like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous-hearted, can't stand them
Haters are scandalous, damn
Can't a nigga just breathe

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breatheNas - You Can't Stop Us - http://motolyrics.com/nas/you-cant-stop-us-lyrics.html

I twist them
Baby-momma-beef victim
Chronic leaf-hitting
All kinds of heat wit him
Wisdom, from pot to pissin'
To high position
Intense hustle
It's pain like a pinched muscle
'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge
Slams a mallet and says 'life', I'ma guap
Then I cop, then I yacht, then I dock
Island-hopping, away from nightmare-holders
Or cowboy slangers, who shoot up any club
To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on X or he coked up, suggesting I post the
Bail, I'm like yes, 'cause we soldiers
We just getting older
In time, we still in our prime
I can't afford a new arrest on my folder
Nigga, breathe

In America, you'll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can a nigga just breathe

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest
Grinding, enough diamonds
To change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted
Like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous-hearted, can't stand them
Haters are scandalous, damn
Can't a nigga just breathe

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breathe

I'm fresh out of city housing
Ain't have too many options
Pennies on a pension or penitentiary-bounded
Plenty Henny in me
??Envy was simple they trend see??
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, Imitation of Christ
Iceware gaudy, since '94 flossy
The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me, as a shorty
To push nothing less than a 740
With fresh linen
Sip Pellegrino with heirs on
They sick, mixing they water when airborne . . .

Oh, they so sick
Look how I got them going crazy
Look at that
You gotta let it out
Stress ain't good, man
You gotta breathe . . .