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Nas – Based On True Events Pt. 2 ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Nas Nas – Based On True Events Pt. 2 ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro
One, two, three, four
Yeah-huh
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, uh-huh, one, two
Yeah, strange out here
Yeah, yeah
Chapter one

Verse 1
Fresh cut, lined up, his hair clean, it’s not a fair game
Can’t trust how they move, and his solitaire chain
His bust down Cuban whippin’ the ‘Rari truck
Cuts down the music, he got a call that was confusin’
Heard this kid said in front of that dude somethin’ that never happened
Somethin’ bein’ perceived like it’s beef, but it’s street gossip
It’s nothin’, ain’t ‘bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time we see him, it might have to be on
Four Seasons with the heaters
He pull in the valet, he playin’ Jackson 5, Maria
Pourin’ good burgundy, drinkin’ wine by the liter
Million dollar ideas
Son a thinker, but he’s surrounded by negative peers
Minds of seventh graders
Several haters, several losses, had to get his weight up
“Happy belated gorgeous”, he sent the text to his ex
Her tattooed chest where her necklace rest, she covered his name
Thinkin’ to himself no other girl could love him the same
She replied, “We still celebratin’, come out to Spain”
He jumped right on the plane
He had bright orange leather luggage when he arrived
At the world’s oldest restaurant, since 1725
Madrid was live, lookin’ in this woman’s eyes
Lookin’ where his name used to be now covered with butterflies
Had a few Spanish connects from touchin’ pies
Just to summarize, he knew a couple guys who had a couple ties
To make that shipment touchdown safe
Secured the situation, told shorty, “I’m out, bae”
Bridge
End of Chapter one
Chapter two

Verse 2
Nigga plottin’ on the plane, crunchin’ the numbers
Thinkin’ how this move gonna help him fuck up the summer
Told his dog who to meet and what he pickin’ up from him
Dog said, “We solid, I got you, nigga, we bubblin'”
Since Jamella out in Queens used to have him living lovely
She sat down and didn’t sing, she got out, he had her comfy
Thinkin’ ‘bout coppin’ that fly estate with five acres
Three hours from JFK, watching Knicks versus Lakers
When the game was over, he dozed off
When he landed, his man wouldn’t answer his phone calls
Did he take it or is he locked behind a stone wall?
Did the Feds wait in undercover patrol cars?
Tried to tell himself not to panic, don’t go so far
But what’s the law of averages when you done broke laws?
He had to do the math on this, he can’t take no loss
Keepin’ his poise
At the end of the day, he know that he can trust in his boy

Bridge 2
Chapter three
Verse 3
Baggage claim, “Hurry the fuck up”, askin’ TSA
“Is that conveyor belt stuck or what? What’s the delay?”
Satan’s work, hopin’ the devil don’t fuck up his day
He had to factor in the facts when it came to the play
He remembered his face last time he was loadin’ the safe
Heard him say, “You ain’t the only rich nigga who in this place”
Fuck tryna relax, he had to pull up everywhere that this nigga be at
Said, “It ain’t like my nigga know he ain’t dip with the stash”
Hold on, I’m almost at the climax
Shots ring out, soundin’ like some loud hi-hats
His dome got popped at the place of the transaction
Dudes from Spain set him up, straight flattened
On Flatbush Avenue, a restaurant in the back room
They took the money and drugs and shot him in his half moon
Doin’ my homework on IG
Under his last picture says, “R.I.P.”
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Nas – 1-800-Nas-&-Hit ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Nas Nas – 1-800-Nas-&-Hit ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro
No, my brother, you’ve got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo

Verse 1
Yo, it’s like the box sets, Star Wars, Fast & Furious franchises
Six projects, six sagas, it’s hood science
4 A.M. infomercials tellin’ you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don’t see a snatch and grab
They shop for free, I pay the charges (Straight up)
If Huey was a rapper, he would say some wild things over a sample
Think about it, shh
If Malcolm was a rapper, he would say some shit over the breaks
Come out with nеck snappers, I promise, shh
They would bе singin’ the same song as me
Probably not killed by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No backstabs or sad plots, we let them rot
Chorus
1-800-Nas&Hit, don’t call us with no politics
And when you talk to us, make sure you talk to us with common sense
This one is Goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my counterparts, I told ‘em they gotta try this shit
Let’s win, let’s win
Let’s win, let’s win

Verse 2
Finally killed the King’s Disease, I see what a genius see
Unclutter your mind for once, let me set the scenery
Put down the diamonds and blunts, put down the wine and the cups
Put your ideas in play, it ain’t what it seem to be
Don’t get stuck in the Hollywood shuffles
Did a show, they snuck in the trailer and stole the duffle
You thinkin’ major, they thinkin’ tiny, they tried to Deebo
Please don’t remind me the reason I bought these Desert Eagles
Got Ron Isley age difference on my missus wishes
Hit a store the receipt look like a Christmas wish list
Cougars waist trainin’, salute, amazin’, ain’t it?
Health, I praise the single mom life, casual datin’
I can put a love story on the silver screen
Then put this song in the trailer, you see it in between
The nightly news and the shows you be watchin’ on the sofa
She text me, “Come over, let’s play your discography”
She in disbelief just from my 2020s run
I’m the inspiration, I ain’t gotta look for none
This one is Goliath big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my counterparts, I told ‘em they gotta try this shit
Bridge
We holdin’ leadership conferences, haha, yeah
For the hood, for the kids
Let’s win, let’s win
Let’s win, let’s win

Outro
Credits roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin’ fun, a crazy run, time flies
Dial the number, 1-800-Nas&Hit
That’s, 1-800-Nas&Hit, leave us a message
Let us know when y’all want us back again
We’ll spin the block to be there for you
Nothin’ but love, Hit-Boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr. Jones
It’s just natural like that’s what it gotta be
Shout the engineer, David Kim
I know we been drivin’ you crazy, you like, “What? Again?”
Another one, you just like, “When do y’all take a break?”
Shoutout to Gabe, Big Double, Peter
My man Ant Saleh, did you ever imagine?
Ayo, shout out to my man Big Hit, just came home
He already takin’ over the whole shit, you know?
Shout out to C3, that’s third generation
You be in here goin’ crazy in the studio havin’ fun, watchin’ cartoons
Playin’ video games while we recordin’, vocalin’
That’s my man, shout out Big Des and Knight
It’s all about the next generation
That’s what we here for, the next generation
Of course to Jung, the crew, the family
Big Lef, Modo, Jav, Kevinsky
My geysers, Che, what up?
All my peeps, yeah (And Haz, Haz)
I said Haz (You said Haz?) yeah, let’s hear it back
Hazimoto, too many to name
Em, the company
Exit, what up? Mass Appeal
Annie, everybody, thank you
Peace
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