Artist: Nas

Track: Big Things



(Verse 1)

Get yours nigga

Cuz Imma get mine

In due time

Everybody gotta shine

Get yours, I spray nines

I say this one time

The last time, I swear to ya'll

I'm from where

The dope fiends is at

And killas crawl

And snitches call police

All these niggas and street

Corners everybody's like

Smokin' marijuana and

Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and

Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what

With the fo' pound go nuts

Betta slow up

Before you get your ass on up

Nigga never gonna grow up

Drinkin' the Henney

But her know he gonna throw up

Tryin' to make crack sales

What it look like? The future for a black male

Don't want to make my momma cry

On a front page for a homicide

Fly whips, all I wanted to drive

Where chicks get blunted & ride

Do 105 in the fast lane

And a fast pace chasin' the papas

Spendin' chips on big chains

And the dimes that give brains

That was a 80's and 90's thing

Now I'm into big things



(1st Chorus)

I ain't fuck with you

Now I'm into big things

Gotta get my life together man

Cuz now I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you

Cuz now I'm into big things

You know I can't do that shit no more

Now I'm into big things



Nah, I can't fuck with you

I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner

I'm into big things

Now the talk is small talk

I'm into big things

I'm into big things

The big things

The big things



(Verse 2)

When I started this

All I wanted was cars and cribs

Like other rap artists but

Do I know where I'm goin' to?

Can I forget when I came from?

I be showin' you

Another style Imma flow for you

Can I make somethin' wild

I can throw for you, flow for you

Make it bi-coastal

Take it to heights

That some of ya'll can't come close to?

Some of ya'll

Want to talk like hoes

Worse than bitches

And when ya'll niggas see me blow

Bet it hurt like stitches

No competition

I stop and twist 'em

Hit 'em like a mafia proposition

I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen

Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in

Look up at a nigga nod

Rocks are glistenin'

Can't stop my mission

Make anotha LP drop

I'm hittin'

With the new shit exclusive

No time to get caught up in a crime

I ain't have shit to do with

Used to chase the hoes

Now I chase the dough

Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper?

No!



(1st Chorus)



(Verse 3)

I go past ya'll

Ya'll got the glass jar

And when I hit it, admit it

Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll

We on the same team

You don't wanna pass the ball

Chuck and gun up the dough

You want to score

But you really don't want to ball

I put you on

It was me that introduced you to wealth

Crossin' me

Is like shootin' yourself

Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself

You ain't shit now

You was so ill, why you never came out

Where ya clique now

Where you sit now

In the back seat

Mad cuz I flip styles

And I pack heat

Make you run laps

Like a pro athlete

An' I done that

>From my experiences

I appear relentless

Take more time

Just to hear my sentence

Imma tell you what's real

An' what could stop you from makin' a mil

You could prevent this

When niggas don't see eye to eye to you

Lie to you

Wanna get high wit you

Want to eat food off of your labor

And take food off your table

Cuz they don't see your vision

Don't understand your mission

Is to make history

While you here

How long you plan on livin'

Not for forever

At least to 140

Pray for me

I'm tryin' to eat

Like the niggas who bought

Motown on Berry Gordy

Good God



(2nd Chorus)

Nigga I'm tired of games

I'm into big things

Gotta get my life together man

Cuz now I'm into big things

Now the talk is small talk

Cuz now I'm into big things

I'm into big things

The big things

The big things



Man we already did that

Now I'm into big things

No time to get sidetracked

Now I'm into big things

Get money now besides that

Some more big things

I'm into big things

The big things

The big things