95 lines
2.7 KiB
Plaintext
95 lines
2.7 KiB
Plaintext
Uh, 2000 G
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Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
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You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that
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You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
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Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em
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Century 21 solar eclipse
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While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc
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I slob knobs like I was on the street
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Felonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
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AK is my heat, 8th Day in the street till I lay six feet
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QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps
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Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
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Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
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Pop bottles with those who left here
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The best years, we in a bulletproof vest years
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The aim for the head and chest years
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What's your name? Make your name known
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For the next year's, better rep, yeah
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1 - Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
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Naughty, it's Nastradamus
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Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
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Naughty, it's Nastrodamus
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Repeat 1
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I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
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Let Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
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I was the first one on that Don shit
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First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
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Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
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Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
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Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
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Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels
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Hood rats and bullet wound up females
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Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail
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Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
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Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
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A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills
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Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels
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She come to scoop me, I chill
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Leave streets alone for a sec
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Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
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Uh
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
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Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne
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We gon' rep it the best that we can
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Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
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But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now
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Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
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And they don't understand how you see over from heaven
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But that's another level, brethren
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Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's
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We do squeeze, thought it's not right
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But that's the zone that we left in
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Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches
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Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless
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Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes
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And we all roll dice, for each other's ice
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And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?
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But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm...
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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Ill Will
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Nastrodamus
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New LP for the 2G
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Uh
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Bravehearts
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Nation
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Big Things
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Lucciano
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Oh, the Lord again
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M-O-B-B Deep
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Zaire
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Crack
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Cocaine
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Yeah
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Hoe
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Jungle
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Raise hope
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_________________
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Name Nastradamus
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Artist Nas
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Album Nastradamus
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