NANA
N.U.K.E. Lyrics
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Where niggas shoot guns and throw they life away
66th where you can’t come around if you don’t tote a blick
Been bangin since on that Campbell block
Who I been hangin with
Dice game light stains man since the age of 6
Court dates we gon celebrate like they was birthdays
Holidays, why niggas don’t ever listen to what mama say
A nigga play with her this glizzy gon send them to a better place
Straight to god hit a move for 10K and still got my job
A humble heart if I go broke then imma have to rob
Before I rob unzip a seal tuck the steel
And hit the block what you need we call em fiends
Even if they ain’t buying rocks
Was born a trapper the way I twist woods it look like candy wrappers
Dirty pampers I’m the shit truth to me im more than average
Stuff it pack it get it gone
Then back home and unpack it
40 Chrome for yo dome if you wanna
Snatch try to grab it
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
Bussin jugs hittin licks now it’s back to nana’s crib
Cousins flowin’ in and out she ain’t know where the hammers hid
Slot jukin fiends hit the dope they can’t stop puking
Snot mucus on mother’s faces cause they won’t stop shooting
Buss em then we leaving quick I couldn’t believe the shit
Cuz was cutting crack with the same knives we was eating with
No Ls I was the Uber to his dope sales
When Sunday came around the cooking took over the dope smell
I was in the mix in my head battling bigger shit
I’ve seen hella things and now my eyes are no longer innocent
Til proven guilty soul clean but my conscious filthy
Scared to close my eyes mama please don’t let them monsters get me
Choppa spittin bullets flying at the opposition
You reap what you sowe but we ain’t hiding from them consequences
Not to mention I took a fiend to his doctor visit
A month later he said he was clean but it’s not convincing
Keep calling knowing the trap will be open soon
Just got a case closed but still we got open wounds
That’s all we hope why back stab when there’s an open door
You never know what if murder isn’t all she wrote
To be continued innocent but I see the demon in you
Feed the issue fire to the flame you gotta keep a pistol
The streets will miss you charge it to the game before this heat dismiss you
I keep it simple preaching what I know
That’s how you feed the mental
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
The lyrics of N.U.K.E.'s song, "Nana," paint a vivid picture of a life growing up in a dangerous and unstable environment. The artist talks about living in an area where guns and violence are a regular part of life and where you can't enter unless you have a weapon. N.U.K.E. describes his involvement in gang culture and the life-changing experiences that have led him to become a drug dealer.
One of the most powerful themes in the song is the sense of responsibility that N.U.K.E. feels towards his mother and their difficult situation. He highlights the price that his mother paid to provide for him and the fact that he would do anything to protect her. The lyrics suggest that he is caught up in a cycle of selling drugs and committing crimes to make ends meet rather than feeling that there are any other options open to him.
The final verse of the song brings together many of the other themes, such as fear, anger, and frustration. N.U.K.E. talks about how he is dealing with his demons and the dangers that he faces every day. He points out that he is trying to live a decent life and make something of himself but that the environment that he is living in constantly threatens to drag him down. Overall, the song is a gritty and powerful depiction of life on the edges of society and the impact that this can have on the people who live there.
Line by Line Meaning
I was born and raised
I grew up in this environment
Where niggas shoot guns and throw they life away
The people here use guns recklessly and risk their lives for no reason
66th where you can’t come around if you don’t tote a blick
You can't come to the 66th area unless you have a gun with you
Been bangin since on that Campbell block
I've been involved in gang violence since I was on Campbell block
Who I been hangin with
The people I've been hanging out with
Dice game light stains man since the age of 6
I've been playing dice and witnessed violent events since I was 6 years old
Court dates we gon celebrate like they was birthdays
We celebrate court dates like they're birthdays because they decide our fate
Holidays, why niggas don’t ever listen to what mama say
During holidays, people don't listen to their mothers and engage in dangerous activities
It’s a price to pay im blessed to say I speak to my OG everyday
There are consequences for my actions, but I'm grateful to still have a relationship with my parent
A nigga play with her this glizzy gon send them to a better place
If someone hurts my mother, I will use my gun to kill them and send them to a better place than this world
Straight to god hit a move for 10K and still got my job
I made a deal and earned 10K, but I still keep my job
A humble heart if I go broke then imma have to rob
I have a humble attitude, but if I run out of money, I will resort to robbery
Before I rob unzip a seal tuck the steel
Before I commit robbery, I check my gun to make sure it's ready to use
And hit the block what you need we call em fiends
I go out to the streets, and we refer to our customers as addicts
Even if they ain’t buying rocks
Even if they're not buying drugs
Was born a trapper the way I twist woods it look like candy wrappers
I was born a drug dealer, and the way I roll marijuana joints makes them look like candy wrappers
Dirty pampers I’m the shit truth to me im more than average
I'm significantly better than average, and my success has led to my enemies' despair
Stuff it pack it get it gone
I prepare drugs for sale and move them quickly
Then back home and unpack it
I return to my home to unpack and store the drugs
40 Chrome for yo dome if you wanna
If someone wants to fight me or threaten me, I'll use my 40-caliber gun to shoot them in the head
Snatch try to grab it
If someone tries to take my belongings
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
I'm just a person trying to escape from this difficult situation
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
I don't want a free handout, I'd rather work hard and sell drugs
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
When I prepare drugs for sale, I use a specific amount without stems and tie them up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
If someone foolishly tries to attack me, I'm capable of murder
I swear to god boy
I'm serious and not lying
Bussin jugs hittin licks now it’s back to nana’s crib
I've been robbing and burglarizing, and now I'm heading back to my grandmother's house
Cousins flowin’ in and out she ain’t know where the hammers hid
My cousins come and go, and my grandmother doesn't know where my guns are hidden
Slot jukin fiends hit the dope they can’t stop puking
Addicted people come to buy drugs from me and then vomit after taking them
Snot mucus on mother’s faces cause they won’t stop shooting
Mothers are crying because their children won't stop using drugs and getting into trouble
Buss em then we leaving quick I couldn’t believe the shit
After robbing them, we leave quickly, and I'm surprised at the situation
Cuz was cutting crack with the same knives we was eating with
My cousin was cutting drugs with the same kitchen knives we use for eating
No Ls I was the Uber to his dope sales
I didn't lose anything; I drove my cousin to sell drugs
When Sunday came around the cooking took over the dope smell
On Sundays, cooking food becomes more predominant than drug use smells
I was in the mix in my head battling bigger shit
I was involved in everything, fighting my internal battles while amidst the chaos
I’ve seen hella things and now my eyes are no longer innocent
I've witnessed many terrible things, and now I'm no longer naive
Til proven guilty soul clean but my conscious filthy
Until I'm proven guilty, I feel clean, but deep down, my conscience is guilty
Scared to close my eyes mama please don’t let them monsters get me
I'm scared to sleep because I fear my nightmares and demons
Choppa spittin bullets flying at the opposition
I'm firing my automatic weapon at my enemies
You reap what you sowe but we ain’t hiding from them consequences
You get what you deserve, but I'm not hiding from the consequences of my actions
Not to mention I took a fiend to his doctor visit
On top of everything, I also took an addict to see a doctor
A month later he said he was clean but it’s not convincing
The addict claims to be clean a month after visiting the doctor, but I'm not sure
Keep calling knowing the trap will be open soon
Addicts keep calling me because they know I'll be selling drugs soon
Just got a case closed but still we got open wounds
While one legal case has been resolved, we still have other problems to deal with
That’s all we hope why back stab when there’s an open door
We're just trying to survive, so why betray each other when there are available opportunities
You never know what if murder isn’t all she wrote
If murder isn't the end of the story, then who knows what will happen next
To be continued innocent but I see the demon in you
The story continues, but I see the evil inside of you
Feed the issue fire to the flame you gotta keep a pistol
Stirring up trouble, fueling the flames, and keeping a gun are necessary to survive
The streets will miss you charge it to the game before this heat dismiss you
If your life ends on the street, those same streets will miss you. It's a part of the game, so accept it
I keep it simple preaching what I know
I keep things simple by talking about what I'm familiar with
That’s how you feed the mental
This is how you nourish your mind
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Kenneth Scott, Sterling Graves
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@RainRemnant
Idk why this suddenly popped in my head today after 500 years but here we are... OH NANA
@dorozor
Summer of magic ❤️
@urbanwarrior3470
can seriously imagine this vocal as a breakdown on a 1994 Happy Hardcore tune (with a lot of pianos)
@turborave6819
Banger
@Dawwwg
That could have been LA Style - Im Raving too ...
@erikberger580
@Dawwwg Online except I remember both aired during the same period, which was kind of confusing :D
@erikberger580
Btw, by that time, I thought this track was fast, now it feels really slow :D
@Dawwwg
@Erik Berger Yes, they did; I remember having both of them on the same CD: 'Veronica's Jong...Snel...Wild #2 (1992)'
@danielemarrone8362
Estate 1992 sullo stereo portatile avevo la cassetta Kastigo e Proibita compilation della discomagic. Ancora le ho a casa funzionanti..E c'era come inizio questa canzone. Che spettacolo ragazzi.
@Renzo_777
Amico mio questa e roba davvero per pochi intenditori ricordi indelebili la musica e gli anni più belli