Made You Look
J. Dilla & Nas Lyrics

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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 wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through 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 stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your mens 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 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 money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? 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 niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't want to 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 the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homeys, 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 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 money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

Bravehearts

I see niggas 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 hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. 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, niggas loose consciousness

Overall Meaning

The first few lines of the verse are an introduction to the song, with Nas proclaiming that he has been appointed to “bring rap justice”. He also asserts that he is not a police officer but is instead someone who drinks Grey Goose and smokes marijuana. The rest of the verse is about Nas' general attitude towards the music industry, his success, and his perception of himself. Nas sees himself as a “soldier survivor”, someone who has managed to stay relevant and successful in an industry that is always changing. He also considers himself to be well-dressed and well-connected, with access to both money and women. The chorus of the song, “They shootin’, Aw made you look,” is a refrain that is repeated throughout. The line “You a slave to a page in my rhyme book” is a response to those who have tried to copy Nas’ style or lyrics, emphasizing his power and influence in the rap game.

The second verse of the song is all about street life and the tough realities of living in the inner city. Nas raps about guns, drug dealers, and gangsters, emphasizing the fact that he is not just a rapper but is also aware of the struggles and hardships faced by people in his community. He encourages other people to get up and take action, to stand up for themselves and to fight back against anyone who seeks to oppress them. The chorus is repeated again, adding to the overall theme of the song, which is the idea that Nas is a powerful force in the rap game and that anyone who tries to challenge him will be met with failure.

Line by Line Meaning

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
Let's take a step back and look at the big picture

For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
This song is for all of you to enjoy and dance to

Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
I have been chosen to defend and represent rap music

But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
I'm not a police officer, you know it's Nas

Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
I'm drinking Grey Goose and smoking a lot of marijuana

Only describe us as soldier survivors
We are like soldiers who have survived tough times

Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
We always wear the best clothes and have great style

In a white tee lookin' for wifey
I'm wearing a plain white t-shirt and looking for my future wife

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
I want a confident and stylish girl who also has good manners

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
I'll put her in the car with me so we can enjoy the nice weather together

We can drive through the city no doubt
We can cruise through the city without any worries

But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Don't say that my car doesn't have a roof, say that the girls in the car are showing off

Newness here's the Anthem
This is our new song that we are proud of

Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Put your hand up if you are a shooter and count your earnings with us

Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Use the same hand that you play basketball with to play pool in your new house

Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
Act foolish and carefree like me, because I am the king of this town

You know I click-clack where you and your mens at?
Do you know that I carry a gun wherever you and your friends are?

Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Dance to the Smurf and Wop and swing a baseball bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
We party on the rooftop like we are bringing back the good times from 1988

They shootin', Aw made you look
Gun shots are being fired and it made you take notice

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
You are controlled by the lyrics in my book of rhymes

Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
You are running out of time to make big money, playboy

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
Where are the gangsters and beautiful women?

This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
This is not just any rap music, it's a type of street music

Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
Get up and start dancing like you're sitting on a hot seat

My live niggas lit up the reefer
My live friends are smoking marijuana

Trunk o'the car, we got the street sweeper
We have a shotgun in the trunk of the car for protection

Don't start none, won't be none
Don't cause any trouble, and there won't be any trouble

No reason for your mans to panic
There is no need for your friends to be scared

You don't want to see no ambulances
You don't want anyone to get hurt

Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
Knock over the drink in a pimp's fancy cup

That's the way you get Timberland'd up
That's how you get beaten up and stomped on, like wearing Timberland boots

Let the music diffuse all the tension
Let the music calm everyone down and alleviate any tension

Baller convention, free admission
A gathering of successful people, and it's free to attend

Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
People who hustle, deal, and kill can move quickly

Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
Girls get close to me, and they can feel where I keep my gun

All my just comin' homeys, parolees
All my friends who were recently released from prison or on parole

Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Focus on making money and avoid getting involved in conflicts

Get out my face, you people so phoney
Get away from me, you are all fake

Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
Pull out my gun from my waist, a .40 caliber pistol

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I see people running, and it's making me upset and angry

I lay you out, show you what steel do
I will knock you down and show you what a weapon can do

Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Mobsters don't fight fair, they use their guns to even the playing field

Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
I challenge any punk who wants to fight me

Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Like Big Pun said, you're not even in my class

Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
I'm riding in a luxury car with a T.V. screen in the back seat

Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Women are attracted to athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do
No matter what you decide to do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Make sure he is tough and smart

Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Show me love like a high-quality racehorse would receive

Lemme feel how the head is
Let me experience how good you are in bed

Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
The women who seem the sexiest are often the wildest and most vulgar

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
I appreciate a woman who is confident but also has a lot of poise

Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Girl, reach into your purse and give me the bottle of liquor

I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
I'm a leader, and this is the type of music I make

My nines'll spit, niggas loose consciousness
My guns will fire, and people will lose consciousness

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JEREMIAH PATRICK LORDAN, NASIR JONES, SALAAM REMI GIBBS

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