Song: Nastradamus ~~ 1999 ~~ 4:11
Artist: Nas
LP/CD: Nastradamus ~~ Ill Will/Columbia ~~ 1999
Composers: N. Jones~L. Lewis~J. Brown

Uh, 2000 G, yo’

I need a 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 scarin’ ‘em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listen to the words that I wrote on a disc
Felonious, my description is doo-rag
Pants sag down to my feet, AK is my heat
Everyday in the street till I lay 6 feet
QB, PJs, and we playin’ for keeps
Jewelry, cars and jeeps is my motto
.45s with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles for 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 year

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 n****s bang my s*** before Saddam hits
The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on that Don s***
First n**** to sing a hook on some TJ Swan s***
Black ski masks up in the projects, camouflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your b****, 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 n****s in jail
Slingin’ for chips ‘cause fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads kill cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin’ Gators, gettin’ thrills
While honeys wearin’ Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave the streets alone for a sec’
Hit the sky bar, sunset, then 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
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 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, bredren
Two Gs, we got the tight fam’ with Mac 11s who do squeeze
Though it’s not right, but that’s the zone that we left in
Bentleys, Porches, Dior J 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, LeShaun
Big Things
Lucciano
Overload again
M-O-B-B Deep
Zaire
Jungle
Whiz, Hulk
L.E.S., L.E.S.

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 31, 1999