Nas - 03.Nastradamus (1999 - Nastradamus) | Текст песни

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• 03.Nastradamus (1999 - Nastradamus)

Uh, 2000 G

Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball til 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 clips
While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc
Bolonious, my inscription is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, 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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