[Nas]
Mr. International
The man centerfold women loathe
Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls
Craftiness, take a stab at it
Don't ask if Nasty's back at it
I don't run out of magic
Popular, box-cutter flow
Time is money; the watch cost dough
Shaking the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies
The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life
The money, hotties on each arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom

[Cee-Lo]
I am here (I am here)
This is the place (This is the place)
The atmosphere of espionage at expensive tape
And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face
So I guess I'll just cut straight through the chase
And before I could say the name of whom I came to see
Someone suspicion then came to me
I'm so close and I've come so far
A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar
I love to talk to you - but I don't have the time
She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime
Ohh if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower
But darling I have +Less Than an Hour+
(I.... have +Less Than an Hour+)
(I.... have +Less Than an Hour+)
Hmmmm... Ohhhh... Funny how time flies when you're having fun
(Nas: Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done

[Nas]
You on a winning streak
You survived the killer streets
Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet
Number seven might get you to Heaven
You break the bank, just might make you a legend
It's after eleven, you playing against a poker face
Genie eyes, light green, sipping on Bellini's
You play your cards right, she'll let you touch
She'll be a devil in disguise, lady incubus
Better know who to trust
She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs
I'ma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em
The crews do something new, inform me

[Cee-Lo]
(I.... have +Less Than an Hour+)
Ohhh... time will wait baby
(I.... have +Less Than an Hour+)
Ew-ohhh.... ewwwwwwwww.... hmmmmm..
I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power
And I only have an hour

[Chorus]
When was the last time you heard a real anthem
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule, but always on time

[Hook]
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught me golden ways
Made me, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block
I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot
I'm that kid by the number spot
That's my past that made me hot
Here's my life long anthem
Can't forget about you
(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [2x]

[Nas]
Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Cas, Melle Mel, Flash
Rocksteady spinnin on they back
Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince
Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since
So irregular, how it messed you up
when Mr. T became a wrestler
Can't forget about Jordan's retirement
The shot Robert Horry to win the game in the finals kid
Some things are forever, some things are not
It's the things we remember that gave the world shock
They stay in a place in your mind so snug
Like who the person was with whom you first make love

[Chorus]
When was the last time you heard a real anthem
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule, but always on time

[Hook]
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught me golden ways
Made me, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

[Nas]
Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now
Just one syllable, it's the end cause the game's tired
It's the same vibe, Good Times had right after James died
That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired
Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines
And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times
But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind
The past the past enough of it, aight then
But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson
Or Mike when his talk was live
Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25

[Chorus]
When was the last time you heard a real anthem
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule, but always on time

[Hook]
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught me golden ways
Made me, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

[Nat King Cole sample]
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

I know I can (I know I can) 
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be) 
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up 
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress 
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Gotta astrung when I heard when 
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old
No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death 
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how

[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can) 
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be) 
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey 
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be 
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country 
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush 
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when 
Gold was converted to money it all changed 
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded 
They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships 
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went 
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically 
Still goes on today, you see? 
If the truth is told, the youth can grow 
They learn to survive until they gain control 
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Prince thats when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"

[Chorus]

Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music

Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!
Bravehearts!

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective 
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' 
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice 
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo 
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro 
Only describe us as soldier survivors 
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse 
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely 
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze 
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless 
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem 
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit' 
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with 
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that 
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at 
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat 
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back 

They shootin'! -- Aw made you look 
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book 
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up 
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? 

They shootin'! -- Aw made you look 
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book 
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up 
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? 

This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop 
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot 
My live niggaz lit up the reefer 
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper 
Don't start none, won't be none 
No reason for your mans to panic 
You don't wanna see no ambulances 
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup 
That's the way you get Timberland'd up 
Let the music diffuse all attention 
Ball off convention, free admission 
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift 
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept 
All my just-comin' homies, parolees 
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly 
Get out my face, you people so phoney 
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty 

They shootin'! -- Aw made you look 
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book 
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up 
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? 

They shootin'! -- Aw made you look 
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book 
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up 
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? 

Bravehearts !
Bravehearts !
Bravehearts !
Bravehearts !

I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude 
I lay you out, show you what steel do 
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges 
Every invitation to fight you punk ? 
Like Pun said, "You not even en mi clasa" 
Make backspins, back seat, tv plasma 
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers 
Whatever you choose, whatever you do 
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too 
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love 
Lemme feel how the head is 
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest 

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class 
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth 
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit' 
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness!

Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long timebeen a long time comin'Looks like the death of me nowBut you know, there's no turning back now.This is what makes me.This is what I am.
Chorus:
You can hate me now (QB)But I won't stop now (Real Niggas)Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts)You can hate me now (C'mon)But I won't stop nowCause I can't stop nowYou can hate me nowYou can hate me nooow
Do it now, Do It now, Verse 1:
Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buyIce that I wear, clothes that I tryClose your eyes, picture me rollin,sixes, money foldinBitches honeys that swollenthe riches, nas get in yamost critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winnerbest storyteller thug narrator my style's greatermodel dater, big threat to a lot of you haterscommentators bring aside try watchin my paperalmost a decade quite impressivemost of the best is in the essencefor this rap shit that I stand forexpanding more to the big screenbill gates dreamsbut it seems youd rather see me in jailwith state dreamswant me off the scene fastbut good things lastlike your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cashfirst rapper to bring a platinum plaqueback to the projectsbut you still wanna hate, be my guestI suggest
Do it now
Chorus

Do it now, I told you do it now
Verse 2:
You wanna hate me then hate mewhat can I do?but keep gettin moneyfunny I was just like youI had to hustle hard never give upuntil I made itnow y'all sayin that's a clever nigganothing to play withhate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol GPeople warn me, when you're on top there's envytook my niggas out the hood but you doubt on ussayin' we left the hoodbut can't get it out of usMy bad, should I step out my shoesgive 'em to you?here's my car and my houseyou can live in that toocriticize when I flow for the streetshate my dress codeGucci this, Fendi thatwhat you expect hoenickname escotook this game to its thresholdbest flow I bet the whole U.S. knowtry to make it like you the realestbut who the illest?think we all know the answer to thatcause niggas feel this right
Do it now
Chorus
Verse 3:
Its a thin line between paper and hatefriends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eightsHell or the pearly gatesI was destined to comepredicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungssecond to none, wicked turn wives to widowsshoot through satin pillows, the desolate onetook a little time to claim my spotchairman of the board until this game stopand I side with the Lordride for the causewhile driving, niggas shot out my doorsplottin, I'm sure to catch mewith they glocks to my jawtry stickin me up but Ibut I flipped on these ducksInstead of meambulances were picking them up Chorus (x2)(Do it now, do it now)(do it now, do it now)(c'mon)(Hate me now, hate me now)(C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas)(do it now, get the shit over with)(it ain't gonna ever stop niggas)