Nastradamus Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

[Nas] 

Uh, 2000 G 

Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back 

You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that 

You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat 

Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em 

Century 21 solar eclipse 

While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc 

I slob knobs like I was on the street 

Felonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet 

AK is my heat, 8th Day in the street till I lay six feet 

QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps 

Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto 

Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles 

Pop bottles with those who left here 

The best years, we in a bulletproof vest years 

The aim for the head and chest years 

What's your name? Make your name known 

For the next year's, better rep, yeah 

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1 - Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar 

Naughty, it's Nastradamus 

Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar 

Naughty, it's Nastrodamus 

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I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits 

Let Nastrodamus tell us what time it is 

I was the first one on that Don shit 

First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan 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 loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell 

Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels 

Hood rats and bullet wound up females 

Got babies by hustlers and niggaz 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 

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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, you was killed by the weapons of man 

But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's 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 

Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's 

We do squeeze, thought it's not right 

But 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, for 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... 

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Ill Will 

Nastrodamus 

New LP for the 2G 

Uh 

Bravehearts 

Nation 

Big Things 

Lucciano 

Oh, the Lord again 

M-O-B-B Deep 

Zaire 

Crack 

Cocaine 

Yeah 

Hoe 

Jungle 

Raise hope