Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You want to ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat

This could be, I think this could be heartbreak Our hearts start to bleed as our eyes they become wells Our tears become rivers swimming in our own private hell The walls are shaking The Earth is breaking Breaking apart while you're grieving It always

It's our time Well, how many times must we go through this? You've always been mine, woman I thought you knew this How many times must we go through this? You'll always be mine, Cupid only misses sometimes But we could end up broken hearted We don't

'Cause I heard Jesus he drank wine And I bet we'd get along just fine He could calm a storm and heal the blind And I bet he'd understand a heart like mine I ain't the kind you take home to mama I ain't the kind to wear no ring Somehow I always get

Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down 'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into And I know if I'm feelin' like

They were hiding behind hay bales, They were planting in the full moon They had given all they had for something new But the light of day was on them, They could see the thrashers coming And the water shone like diamonds in the dew. And I was just

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

You were always on my mind Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely,

And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is a slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song

Now I just wanna know Don't just sugar coat Or say it all if you want Now could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears Music to my ears Bet you from the West Side, mmm, mmm Do better, who better? You better? Been around