Last Words Lyrics

from Nastradamus

"Last Words" is track #8 on the album Nastradamus. It was written by Bonner, Leroy/beck, Willie/williams, James L./pierce, Marvin R./jones, Marshall/middlebrooks, Ralph/satchell, Clarence/jones, Nasir/jones, Nashawn/lewis, Leshan.
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"Last Words" is track #8 on the album Nastradamus. It was written by Bonner, Leroy/beck, Willie/williams, James L./pierce, Marvin R./jones, Marshall/middlebrooks, Ralph/satchell, Clarence/jones, Nasir/jones, Nashawn/lewis, Leshan.
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Uh, uh, yo, check it, uh

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broker than a dope bitch?
Powerful mind, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone
Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones
Wanna be the heat you feel, makin' ya moan
Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on

Wanna be the god you feel when you pray on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper con
I'm gonna kill something, rap cats be real frontin'
Fuckin' shootin' legs
Cock back put his brains on the pave

Nigga how 'bout that?
Close range with the gadge get payed
First rapper to shoot off stage
Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook

Millennium Thug, computer chips up in my slug
Turn quarters when you turn quarters, know who to plug
Thugs around me outside it's grimmy outside
Better slide before you get bodied outside

These are last words of the hanging slave
How could I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is 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
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

I'ma prison cell, six by nine
Livin hell stone wall, metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname, the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out

I take the sun away, put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin' apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark

Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan, touch the wall, feel my pulse
All the pictures, you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers
(Even when ya whisperin')

I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter
If the court parole ya, then another con enters
No remorse for your tears, I seen 'em too often
When you cry, I make you feel alive inside a coffin

Watch you when you eat, play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free, then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage, no matter your age
I can shatter you, turn you into a savage in rage

Change ya life, that's if you get a chance to get out
'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo, it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming

Maybe, one day
I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property
Nigga stay legal

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is 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
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is 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
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

Songwriters
BONNER, LEROY/BECK, WILLIE/WILLIAMS, JAMES L./PIERCE, MARVIN R./JONES, MARSHALL/MIDDLEBROOKS, RALPH/SATCHELL, CLARENCE/JONES, NASIR/JONES, NASHAWN/LEWIS, LESHAN

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