Hot
Nas feat. 50 Cent & Nature Lyrics
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"Admit it, you bit it" G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
The song "Hot" by Nas featuring 50 Cent and Nature is a gritty, aggressive track that sees the three rappers displaying their lyrical prowess over an ominous beat. The lyrics contain many references to violence and drug dealing, and the overall tone is one of aggression and confrontationalism. The opening lines of the song are a declaration by Ghostface Killah and G. Dep that other rappers have copied Nas's style, and that they should admit to it. The imagery used throughout the song further emphasizes the idea of power and dominance, from the guns to the cars to the drug deals. The chorus, which repeats the line "Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock, 'cause then we gonna run up in your spot, screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw," is a warning to others that the rappers are not to be messed with.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggas bit off Nas shit
Other rappers copy Nas's style
Admit it, you bit it
Confess that you've copied Nas's style
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
You can be brave and face me, or cowardly and run, but I will defeat you either way
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I am armed and prepared for any conflict, and if you're not talking about money then I don't want to hear it
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
I need a convertible for warm weather and a Hummer for cold weather, and I have a good lawyer to protect me when fake people try to turn against me
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
My music messes with people's heads and makes them talk about me, even to the point of wishing me to go to prison for 25 years
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
Nas predicted that 50 Cent would be successful, and I will confront your employees with my weapon and demand to know where the drugs and money are
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
I have a drug connection and will act tough in fancy cars, and I will kill someone if paid enough money
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
I will use violence to solve my problems and will carry a taped gun to do so
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
Our neighborhood is dangerous and if we hit rock bottom, we will rob your place for drugs and money
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I compare myself to a famous boxer and say that I have no conflict with anyone in the audience. I used to be on track to become a pro athlete but drugs slowed me down
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
I am like a problem that black people constantly deal with, and I am always getting stronger. I am deadly and can ruin people's lives, and there's no cure for me
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
I was last seen withdrawing all my money from the ATM or in the studio making music
It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
I disappear in a twisted way, only to come back rich. No one can stop me from succeeding, whether they confront me or ignore me, so just do what you're supposed to do
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
I shock both black and white people with my controversial ideas. I act like a pimp to people's mothers and am like a famous pimp, Magic Don Juan. I smoke weed everywhere and leave my fancy fur coat behind
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
Most people who plot against me are armed with a gun, and the police search me but find nothing. Clap (applaud) for me when I rap, unless you hate me like George Bush Jr. In that case, I will fight you quickly with war
Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
My car drives around the city quickly and recklessly, like a sewer system. It leaves a bad smell and mess on Central Park. My car has big rims and a good suspension, and I am bragging about my sexual organs
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
I hate when other rappers try to sound like me, even though they don't really sound like me. I work with 50 Cent and we will stick together until death. Other rappers copy my style but they can't really create anything new
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If things get really bad, we will rob your place
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jermain Anthony Baxter, Curtis James Jackson, Nasir Jones, Writer Unknown
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@monkmorgan8105
This Nas verse is so legendary. This is why Nas is the Goat.
@nuggetz9380
Facts
@elmascholo13
this one of the best 50 tracks, golden years
@daytonflyerr7608
Imagine if they got together and did something like...if Premier or Alchemist was doing the beat. They wouldnt front. Wouldnt have a weak verse. It would be dope. Throw a curveball n a game and make an whole mixtape. Mfs would cop it just to listen bc they KNOW...50 and Nas was dangerous together but they seperated smh beef and corporate bs
@bumpyknucklez1
U dont know fiftys tru gems then
@elmascholo13
@@bumpyknucklez1 like what? I say that with respect.
@toshoshi1551
@@bumpyknucklez1 lmao what? This is one of his best tracks. Guess Who’s Back is his best mixtape 100% IMO
@gjergjjiim1615
@@toshoshi1551 it’s an absolute classic.
@onimasta3632
Nature is mad underrated, one my favourite Queen's mcs
@kapo2012fb
QGTM