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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 Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday 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, wearin 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 Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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 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 Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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, 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... Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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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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 Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday 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, wearin 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 Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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 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 Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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, 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... Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the 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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[Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin every motherfucker outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand At the same time everybody ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor Then we shot some more Niggas he was with 2 niggas hit, one nigga fell One tryed to run, go get him son Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes...... Chorus (3X) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what.. (whispering) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder [Nas] Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet 6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringin the bell, where in the hell Could they be at, I'm about to leave Steppin' slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them bitches go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smile Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them hoes Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam blam Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the hoes, took all they doe Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky Comin down the stairs Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain Took his shit, emptied out close range... Chorus (4X) (3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.) |
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[Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin every motherfucker outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand At the same time everybody ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor Then we shot some more Niggas he was with 2 niggas hit, one nigga fell One tryed to run, go get him son Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes...... Chorus (3X) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what.. (whispering) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder [Nas] Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet 6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringin the bell, where in the hell Could they be at, I'm about to leave Steppin' slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them bitches go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smile Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them hoes Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam blam Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the hoes, took all they doe Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky Comin down the stairs Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain Took his shit, emptied out close range... Chorus (4X) (3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.) |
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