| Lyrics: | Intro: nas and large professor
Yeah, it's illmatic (yeah)
It's illmatic
(yeah!)
It's illmatic, huh
(yeah kick that shit)
[lp] one time 4 your mind, one
time
[nas] yeah whatever
[lp] one time 4 your mind, one time
[nas] yo whatever
[lp]
one time 4 your mind, one time
Aiyyo nas (whattup paul) kick that fuckin rhyme
Verse
one: nas
Check it out
When i'm chillin, i grab the buddha, get my crew to buy
beers
And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
Plus every morning, i go out
and love it sort of chilly
Then i send a shorty from my block to the store for
phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd
seconds
That's where i got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
Cheap lubrication,
lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron g's in the cassette
deck, rockin the shit, g
I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer
than a slipper made cinderella fella
Go get your crew, hobbes, i'm prepared to bomb
troops
Got niggaz who's born, i shot my way out my mom dukes
When i was ten, i was a
hip-hoppin shorty wop
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top,
yeah
Chorus: nas and large professor
[lp] one time 4 your mind, one time
[nas]
yeah whatever
[lp] one time 4 your mind, one time
[nas] it sound clever
[lp] hey yo nas,
fuck that, man that shit was fat
But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all
that
Verse two: nas
Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's nasty the
villian
I'm still writin rhymes but besides that i'm chillin
I'm trying to get this money,
god, you kn |
