[Intro] Uh, 2000 G [Verse 1] 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 'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listening to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playing 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's, better rep, yeah [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Verse 2] I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits Let Nastradamus 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 Spending your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail Slinging for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills Our honies wearing Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave the streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech Uh [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Verse 3] Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's on 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 and max now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you CEO 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 But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, Piaget 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 eye can understand that I'm... [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Outro] 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
Dimmed the lights, prepare for the show, As break down the doors, Yo im too hardcore, hit ya so hard With rhymes, until you snore, Deserved an encore, Better yet an oscar, ghetto scholar, popped my Prince collar, This is for the toddlers, Babies with or without they fathers, Know the game, is to keep ya shamed, murder's arranged, Everyday street slangs, to drugs and guns that bangs, Another cellular ring, called home to the King, Another snitch waitin' to sing, then repeats of the same thang, Meme wrote like, Rest in peace kang, Killin' each over the bullshit, only time we together, Is when you in front a casket, Tears is shed, closed ya eyes, bow ya heads, And listen to the prayers that's being said,
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ion know how mfs werent feelin this, this beat just sound fitting for the end of the millennium
This beat slaps
This beat is EPMD's 'Let The Funk Flow' I been lookin for this for a while. Thank you and thank God for hip hop samples
Original sample is from The JB’s (It’s the JBs monaurail)
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Nastradamus - Nasir Jones [Produced By DJ L.E.S.] [Year: 1999] [Album: Nastradamus]
L.E.S. let the Funk flow
“I need an encore y’all”
Wow 😍
SICK!!
JBs Monarail OG
Original 🙌🏾
EPMD!!!
[Intro]
Uh, 2000 G
[Verse 1]
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
'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listening to the words that I wrote on the disc
Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet
QB, PJs, and we playing 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's, better rep, yeah
[Chorus]
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
[Verse 2]
I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
Let Nastradamus 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
Spending your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills
Our honies wearing Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave the streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech
Uh
[Chorus]
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
[Verse 3]
Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's on 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 and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
And they don't understand how you CEO 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
But that's the zone that we left in
Bentleys, Porches, Piaget 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 eye can understand that I'm...
[Chorus]
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastradamus
[Outro]
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
lot of people slept on this album word up...
Tame1 slayed this beat on stretcharmstrong show back in tha day.
"Had a spark when you started" sorry, I couldn't help it lmao
?
You could’ve
This beat sounds like busy traffic
JBs Monorail.
That's mad poetic and perfect.
Always have thought of it like this
Yea
@@BobbyNewbyep lmao funky thoooo 🥰🙌🏾
Dimmed the lights, prepare for the show,
As break down the doors,
Yo im too hardcore, hit ya so hard
With rhymes, until you snore,
Deserved an encore,
Better yet an oscar, ghetto scholar, popped my Prince collar,
This is for the toddlers,
Babies with or without they fathers,
Know the game, is to keep ya shamed, murder's arranged,
Everyday street slangs, to drugs and guns that bangs,
Another cellular ring, called home to the King,
Another snitch waitin' to sing, then repeats of the same thang,
Meme wrote like,
Rest in peace kang,
Killin' each over the bullshit, only time we together,
Is when you in front a casket,
Tears is shed, closed ya eyes, bow ya heads,
And listen to the prayers that's being said,
this ma shit!!!!!!!!!!
Paperman & Bad-Doggz & Terror Bamboo #Papertradamus in his new album #SchoolPlay in stores February 18th!!! #NoLimitRagezRecords 🎅🏻🎮