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Anastacia - Nastrudamus
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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
Felonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, 8th Day 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, we in 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
Naughty, it's Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Naughty, it's Nastrodamus

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

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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...

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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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<b>Anastacia - Nastrudamus</b><br><marquee direction="up" scrollamount="2" width="300"> Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back<br /> You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that<br /> You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat<br /> Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em<br /> Century 21 solar eclipse<br /> While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc<br /> Felonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet<br /> AK is my heat, 8th Day in the street till I lay six feet<br /> QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps<br /> Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto<br /> Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles<br /> Pop bottles with those who left here<br /> The best years, we in a bulletproof vest years<br /> The aim for the head and chest years<br /> What's your name? Make your name known<br /> For the next year's, better rep, yeah<br /> <br /> 1 - Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar<br /> Naughty, it's Nastradamus<br /> Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar<br /> Naughty, it's Nastrodamus<br /> <br /> Repeat 1<br /> <br /> I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits<br /> Let Nastrodamus tell us what time it is<br /> I was the first one on that Don shit<br /> First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit<br /> Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips<br /> Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch<br /> Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell<br /> Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels<br /> Hood rats and bullet wound up females<br /> Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail<br /> Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips<br /> Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit<br /> A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills<br /> Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels<br /> She come to scoop me, I chill<br /> Leave streets alone for a sec<br /> Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech<br /> Uh<br /> <br /> Repeat 1<br /> <br /> Repeat 1<br /> <br /> Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone<br /> Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne<br /> We gon' rep it the best that we can<br /> Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man<br /> But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now<br /> Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend<br /> And they don't understand how you see over from heaven<br /> But that's another level, brethren<br /> Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's<br /> We do squeeze, thought it's not right<br /> But that's the zone that we left in<br /> Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches<br /> Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless<br /> Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes<br /> And we all roll dice, for each other's ice<br /> And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?<br /> But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm...<br /> <br /> Repeat 1<br /> <br /> Repeat 1<br /> <br /> Ill Will<br /> Nastrodamus<br /> New LP for the 2G<br /> Uh<br /> Bravehearts<br /> Nation<br /> Big Things<br /> Lucciano<br /> Oh, the Lord again<br /> M-O-B-B Deep<br /> Zaire<br /> Jungle<br /> Raise hope </marquee><br>Lyrics provided by <a href="http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics"><u>http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics</u></a>

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Anastacia - Nastrudamus
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
Felonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, 8th Day 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, we in 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
Naughty, it's Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Naughty, it's Nastrodamus

Repeat 1

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

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

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
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