Nastradamus

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

'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em

Century 21 solar eclipse

While you listening to the words that I wrote on the disc

Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet

AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet

QB, PJs, and we playing 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, wearing 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 to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

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

Let Nastradamus 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, camouflage, full clips

Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch

Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell

Spending your money on weed, smoke and hotels

Hood rats and bullet wound up females

Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail

Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips

Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit

A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills

Our honies wearing Gucci high heels

She come to scoop me, I chill

Leave the streets alone for a sec

Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech

Uh

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone

Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's on the throne

And 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 and max now

Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend

And they don't understand how you CEO from heaven

But that's another level, brethren

Two Gs, we got the type fam with MAC-11s

We do squeeze, thought it's not right

But that's the zone that we left in

Bentleys, Porches, Piaget 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 eye can understand that I'm

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar

Now he is Nastradamus

Ill Will

Nastradamus

New LP for the 2G

Uh

Bravehearts

Nation

Big Things

Lucciano

Oh, the Lord again

M-O-B-B Deep

Zaire

Jungle

Wiz, horse

L-E-S, L-E-S