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

You can never go back Welcome to reality Welcome to our reality Full of hate and brutality We all want something to believe You can never go back, you can never go back I'm addicted to the ashes and water Clouds my vision as it rolls away Bury me so

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God, if you're listenin' Please grant me the

Wheels stop Roger, wheels stop Discovery, welcome back a great ending to the new beginning

A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across from your door But you're never home any more So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears

Need a love to last forever Hearts gone astray Deep in her when they go I went away Just when you needed me so You won't regret I'll come back begging you Won't you forget Welcome love we once knew

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk