Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Performer
Jerry Barnes
Bass Guitar
L.E.S.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Composer
Leshawn Lewis
Lyrics
James Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Executive Producer
L.E.S. for Big Things Entertainment, Inc.
Producer
Tone
Mixing Engineer
L.E.S.
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Tony Gillis
Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, two thousand G
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 can let a slug melt in your hat
'Cause I'm a wild barbarian
Too hard, I'm scaring them
Century twenty one
Solar eclipse
Why you listen to the words that I wrote on a disk
Felonious, my description
Is do rag, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat
Every day in the street
Till I lay six feet
QB, PJ's and we playing for keeps
Jewelry, car and jeeps is my motto
Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles for those who left here
The best years, we in the 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
[Verse 2]
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
[Verse 3]
I let y'all **** bang my shit before Saddam hits
Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on the don shit
First **** to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
Black ski masks up in the projects
Camouflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Where the bricks?
Son, 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 **** in jail
Slingin for chips, the fiends with burt finger tips
Baseheads, kill cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin' gators, gettin' thrills
By honeys wearin' Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, ya'll chill
Leave the streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high tech
Uh
[Verse 4]
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
[Verse 5]
Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
Rest in peace Ill Will, now your name's in the throne
And we gone 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
While Braveheart's 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 elevens
We do squeeze, thought it's not right
But that's the zone we left in
Bentleys, Porches, Piaget 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
Now how does on guy multiply to more
Than five wise guys?
But all in one man, only the mind's eye can understand that I'm
[Verse 6]
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty Nas, to Esco, to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
[Verse 7]
Ill Will
Nastradamus
New LP for the 2G
Uh
Bravehearts Nation
Big Things
Lucciano
Overlord again
M-O-B-B Deep
Zaire
Jungle
Raise hope
L-E-S, L-E-S
[Verse 8]
We are trapped in a millennial war
Between God and his angels
And men, totally energized by the devil
Written by: James Brown, Leshawn Lewis, Nasir Jones