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INTERPRÉTATION
Nas
Nas
Interprète
Jerry Barnes
Jerry Barnes
Basse
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composition
Leshawn Lewis
Leshawn Lewis
Composition
James Brown
James Brown
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nas
Nas
Production déléguée
Tone
Tone
Ingénierie de mixage
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Production
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Ingénierie de mixage
Tony Gillis
Tony Gillis
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Uh, 2000 G Yo, I need an encore why'all, you should welcome me back You want to 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 listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonious, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, every day in the street till I lay six feet Q.B, P.Js, 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, wearing a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year, better rep, yeah Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nostradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastradamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don's shit First nigga to sing a hook on some T.J Swan's shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camouflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weight 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 niggas in jail Slingin' for chips and fiends with burnt fingertips 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 Lead the streets alone for a sec' Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech, uh Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We goin' 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're a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Two G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right That's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with a hundred 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 Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Ill Will Nastradamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Wiz Horse L-E-S, L-E-S We all trap in a millennium for between God and His angels And men totally energized by the devil and the power of demons
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, James Brown, Leshan Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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