Nastradamus

[Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shooting every motherfucker outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand At the same time everybody ran There t

these are last words of a hanging slave how could i forget this i rob you put you on my hit list under my nails are dirty look at the grime my burnt lips from the roach clips how can i shine being broke and bag a dope bitch powerful mind we brave men

And as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and