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o, i need an encore y'all, you should welcome me backYou wanna ball till you fall, i can help you with thatYou want beef? i could let a slug melt in your hatCuz i'm a wild barbarian, too hard, i'm scarin' 'emCentury 21 solar eclipseWhile you listenin' to the words that i wrote on the discThelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feetAk is my heat, everyday in the street till i lay six feetQb, pjs, and we playin' for keepsJewelry, cars and jeeps is my mottoFour-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzlesPop bottles with those who left hereThe best years, wearin a bulletproof vest yearsThe aim for the head and chest yearsWhat's your name? make your name knownFor the next year's, better rep, yeah1 - nasty, nas the esco to escobarNow he is nastrodamusNasty, nas the esco to escobarNow he is nastrodamusRepeat 1I let y'all niggas bang my shit before saddam hitsThe nastrodamus tell us what time it isI was the first one on that don shitFirst nigga to sing a hook on some tj swan shitBlack ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clipsRun up in your crib, tie up your bitchWeigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sellSpendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotelsHood rats and bullet wound up femalesGot babies by hustlers and niggaz in jailSlingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tipsBase heads, killed cab drivers just for a hitA week later, sportin' gators, gettin' thrillsOur honies wearin' gucci high heelsShe come to scoop me, i chillLeave streets alone for a secHit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-techUhRepeat 1Repeat 1Now, lounge homeboy, you in the godly zoneRest in peace, ill will, now your name's in the throneWe gon' rep it the best that we canPhysically, you was killed by the weapons of manBut where you at now, you lamp laid in mac's nowWhere bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legendAnd they |
don't understand how you see over from heavenBut that's another level, brethrenTow g's, we got the type fam with mac 11'sWe do squeeze, thought it's not rightBut that's the zone that we left inBentleys, porches, drj watchesSick with the bread, lamborghini trucks toplessLaptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikesAnd we all roll dice, for each other's iceAnd 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 1Repeat 1Ill willNastrodamusNew lp for the 2gUhBraveheartsNationBig thingsLuccianoOh, the lord againM-o-b-b deepZaireJungleRaise hope |
