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Nas - Nastradamus lyrics
Nas] Uh<b> </b>2000 G Yo<b> </b>I need an encore y'all<b> </b>you should welcome me back You wanna ball til you fall<b> </b>I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat Cuz I'm a wild barbarian<b> </b>too hard<b> </b>I'm scarin' 'em Century 21 solar clips While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Bolonious<b> </b>my inscription is do rags<b> </b>pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat<b> </b>anyday in the street til I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, stylists on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin' a bullet proof vest years The aim for the head or chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next years, better rep, yeah Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some DJ song shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we local, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies for hustlers and niggas in jail Slingin' for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, he was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you neck layed in necks now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Two G's, we got the type fam with mack 11's Would you squeeze? Though it's not right Cuz that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, throw each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys? But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm... Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Ill Will Nastrodamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Raise hope |
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