Street's 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 I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to...And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin' out here for youOh yes, there is... ThisYo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio sonChill chill, that's the shit God, chill
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I'm sayin'
Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
You know how we get down babyTrue, trueNas, 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 niggas know it's real manTrue indeed, knamsayin', but when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'No questionBeen doin this since back thenNo doubt
I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gone keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kidNo doubt, we gon keep it real, true, trueAiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man
Takin' niggas a long time, manWho got the Phillies, take this HennessyAiyyo Dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man
Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip outNigga alright but take this Hennessey manI'm sayin' take the clip man, c'mon, take it outLight them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies man
Light some Phillies up thenPass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you knowYo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you niggaI'm saying though manWhat is it, what is it babyWhat is it Son, what is itYou know what time it isI'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying
Niggas don't listen man, representin' it's Illmatic
