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Nastradamus or Nastradoomus? #hiphop #nas #doom #nastradamus #nastradoomus #yescaone #yeskaone (at Los Angeles, California)

*Hip Hop 24 Hour*

Album: Nastradoomus Vol. 2

To my niggaz huh, we all we got Let's hold it down though, y'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo, but yo This life is the only life I know Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine Closets, full of rockets and submachines Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin' 'Cause it's hard to f**k around when we dealin' with science My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they hear me say it Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-cla*s elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico It's hard f**kin' with niggaz you hope you can trust You a fool if your main bitch is easy to f**k And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo This life is the only life I know Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air? What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, 'cause you f**ked her befo' What's real, when you talk behind a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that? What's trust, when they separate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'? What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day? God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire But everybody's different, you won't know how you react Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90 On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse When he come home to catch another case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or prison Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo This life is the only life I know

Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister  I feel no guilt when I twist ya  Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key  That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely  but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby [Interlude: Nas and Aaliyah] ['Yah] Call you on a Monday [Nas] I'll call you back baby  ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday [Nas] My cell is off baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday [Nas] I'm out of town baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday [Nas] I'll page you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Monday [Nas] I'll call you back baby  ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday [Nas] I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday [Nas] My cell is off baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday [Nas] I'll call you back baby [Chorus Two: Aaliyah + (Timbaland)] You won't see me tonight (Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight And you'll be so full of sorrow You'll go tell all your friends (What what?) how you called and I follow (Say what?) But you won't see me tonight No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Thinking of me you gettin the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend Get it baby? [Chorus Three: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + {Nas}] You won't see me tonight (uh-huh) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight {Dayyyy-light} And you'll be so full of sorrow {.. Word?} You'll go tell all your friends {Tell your friends what?} (Say what?) how you called and I follow {Uhh, uhh} But you won't see me tonight {Not tonight baby} No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas + (Aaliyah)] The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost [Timbaland + (Aaliyah)] Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it ride