I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue, I'm blue be dooby dooby do (I wanna tell all of you people) I dropped a penny in a well hoping you would come back soon (I couldn't believe what I've heard) A fortune teller told me my love for you was true (I hope that his reading was wrong) I hope he was wrong, 'cause you've been gone too long from home I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue, I'm blue be dooby dooby do (I wanna tell all of you people) Every night about 2, my love for you comes tumblin' down (I can't sleep at night just thinking of you) I keep a feelin' and a fumblin', but you ain't nowhere around (I can't stand being here all alone) I hope that she was wrong, 'cause you've been wrong too long from home I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue be dooby dooby do (Gong, gong, gong, gong g-g-gong gong, yeah) I'm blue, I'm blue be dooby dooby do (I wanna tell all of you people)

It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around!

Too many changes, you changed from your greatness Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless The markets see you as a old-ass artist The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest Stay on your path, stay on your craft They just want you to switch your lanes up So they can hate on your ass What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing 'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen What these kings have in common? They had women who solid Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready They envy the unhappiness of the greats They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit The cure, love all the allure Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord Roll the credits Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA So boomerang, you salute my 27 summers Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I won't Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist I'm studied like a book by many They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga On my Rick James behavior Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest The scissor was sharper, my predictions was on it No fortune teller, just going off regular signs Niggas often tell you they moves Without a word, just reading they mind Wasn't needin' no nine Corner executive born in ghetto hell Where metal yell especially over necklaces Life lessons is karma Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back Play the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit Yeah Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit Shooter live on Kings live forever Yeah We go through a lot And nobody wanna hear about what we go through And that's cool too Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays Same sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand like a man

He's the heartbeat of the people The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people The people who cannot afford to go to big concert Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable Some of them can afford a radio So the only thing they can listen to is the music People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo, grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards You would have sex on condominium roof decks So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy My Colombiana mommy riding beside me Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment Just cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at? Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans 20 years in this game, looking 17 I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king Although he's on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens It's all about surviving, same old two step Try to stay alive when they be out robbing I been out rhyming since born knowledge Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar Worth more than the blood of a martyr So I'mma, keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Love model chocha mommy pop it like she 'pose ta Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesian doja Mini me's you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood? Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City

Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran I man say excuse me for a moment for aduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in due season a so Jr. Gong come And mi deh 'round dis ya music from mi small and mi young Mi use to play family man bass, knock Carly's drum And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran Well Jr. Gong is coming up and doing well excellent Treat the people right you stand out predominant Loving don't cost not a farthing neither a cent But should you spend the money that a money well spent Anyway, bigging up jah jah, blowing breath like a vent Listen to the girls dem with angelic talent Chant Nyahbinghi, burning up the serpent Please we teach the youths them loving not violence And from you naw say loving we beg you keep silent I say loving loving not violence And from you naw say loving me beg you keep, Lord I said, look who is driving Ms. Daisy The whole world is getting so hazy The people they are getting so crazy The wonders they don't seem to amaze me It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this And them love Raggamuffin thru him style and tactics Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran I man say excuse me for a moment for aduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in due season a so Jr. Gong come And mi deh 'round dis ya music from mi small and mi young Mi use to play family man bass, knock Carly's drum And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this Well Jr. Gong him come again, him have some brand new... It's been a long time the world is waiting for this I man greet you with a smile or I man greet you with a kiss Them love Raggamuffin through him style and tactics Them love Ju Ju royal through him fun and gimmicks The love Mr. Marleycause him... Lord Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran Ha