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



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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



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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