(Streets disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while Im on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to ... )
And youre sitting at home doing this shit? I should be earning a
medal for this. Stop fucking around and be a man, there aint nothing out
here for you...
Oh yes there is...this!
Yo Nas
Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son?
Chill chill, thats the shit God, chill
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man.
Lets count this money, nigguh
Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what Im sayin?
Cause we spendin the Jacksons
Right, yeah.
You know how we get down baby
True, true"
Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the Projects
for a nigga yo, word to mother. All them crab ass rappers
be comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need
to let them niggaz know its real man
True indeed, knahmsayin, but when its real you doin this
even without a record contract, knahmsayin?
No question
Been doin this since back then
No doubt
Im saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real
We trying to see many mansions and...and Coupes kid!
No doubt, we gon keep it real
True, true...
Aiyyo wheres Grand Wizard and Mayo at man?
Takin niggas a long time, man..."
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey
Aiyyo Dunn! Cmon, cmon, man stop waving that man
Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man
Im saying take the clip man
Cmon, take it out...
Light them Phillies up man
Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then!
Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga! Act like you know.
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I aint fucking with you nigga
Im saying though man...
What is it, what is it baby?
What is it Son, what is it?
You know what time it is
Im saying man, ya know what Im saying?
Niggaz dont listen man, representing
Its Illmatic.
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