The J.B.'s - (It's Not The Express) It's The J.B.'s Monaurail - Pts. 1 & 2/Single Version lyrics

[Nas] 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 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 [Hook x2] Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus [Verse: 2] I let y'all n***as bang my sh** before Saddam hits Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don sh** First n***a to sing a hook on some TJ Swan sh** Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your b**h 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 n***as in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, k**ed 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 the streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the s** is so high-tech Uh [Hook] [Verse: 3] Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne And we gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was k**ed 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 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... [Hook] [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