Nas Black Republicans (ft. Jay-Z) Lyrics

Jay Z:

I feel like a, black republican, money I got comin in,
Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably in the back of the hood, like f___ it then
Huddling over the oven, we was like brothers then
Though u was nothin other than the son of my mother's friend
We had governin, who would have thought the love would end
Like Ice cold albums all good things
Never thought we sing the song that all hoods sing
Thought it was all wood grain, all good brain
We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
Never imagine all the disaster that one good bring
Could bring, should blame the game and I could
Its kill or be killed, how could I refrain
Forever be in debt and that's never a good thing
So the pressure for success can put a good strain
On the friend you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person and even the good and sane
Though we rehearsed it, it just aint the same
When you put the game at age 16
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss thing
Jealousy, ego and pride and this brings
It all to a head like a coin, Ch- Ching
The root of evil strikes again n this could sting
Now the team got beef between the post and the point
This puts the ring in jeopardy

Chorus:
Jay:
I feel like a black republican, money I got comin in
Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like f___ it then
Nas:
I feel like a black militant taking over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, to much thug in him
Probably in the back of the hood, I'm like f___ it then

Nas:
I'm back in the hood, they like hey Nas
Blowing on purpe, reflecting off they lives
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreaming of fly s___ instead of them gray skies
Grey fives, hate ours, wishing our reign dies
Pitch sling pies and n____s they sing why
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle they jail time
Weak minds keep trying, follow the street signs
I'm standing on the roof of my building
I'm feeling, the whirlwind of beef I inhale it
Just like an acrobat, ready to hurl myself through hoops of fire
Sipping 80 proof, bullet proof under my attire
Could it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good, that form street politics
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
To get his feet out them converse, that's my word

Chorus:
Jay:
I feel like a black republican, money I got comin in
Cant turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Cant clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like f___ it then
Nas:
I feel like a black militant taking over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably in the back of the hood, I'm like f___ it then