Nastradamus Lyrics
| Song | Nastradamus |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | Nastradamus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Jones, Lewis | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 1- 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 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| 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... | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Brown, Jones, Lewis | |
| 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 | |
| Thelonius, my description is dorags, 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 | |
| Fourfives 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 | |
| 1 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 hightech | |
| Uh | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| 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... | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Ill Will | |
| Nastrodamus | |
| New LP for the 2G | |
| Uh | |
| Bravehearts | |
| Nation | |
| Big Things | |
| Lucciano | |
| Oh, the Lord again | |
| MOBB Deep | |
| Zaire | |
| Jungle | |
| Raise hope |
| zuò cí : Brown, Jones, Lewis | |
| 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 | |
| Thelonius, my description is dorags, 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 | |
| Fourfives 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 | |
| 1 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 hightech | |
| Uh | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| 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... | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Ill Will | |
| Nastrodamus | |
| New LP for the 2G | |
| Uh | |
| Bravehearts | |
| Nation | |
| Big Things | |
| Lucciano | |
| Oh, the Lord again | |
| MOBB Deep | |
| Zaire | |
| Jungle | |
| Raise hope |
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