Lyrics
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 you
Oh yes, there is, this
Yo Nas
Yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
Chill, chill, that's the shit God, chill
Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man, let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, yo Nas, put the Jackson's and the Grants over there
You know what I'm sayin? 'Cause we spending the Jackson's
You know how we get down, baby
True, true
Yo 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 coming up to me, man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man
True indeed, you know what I'm saying?
But when it's real you doing this
Even without a record contract, know what I'm saying?
No question
Niggas doing this since back then
I'm saying regardless how it go down, we gon' keep it real
We tryna see many mansions and, and coupes kid
True, true
Ayo, yo, man, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man?
Taking niggas a long time, man
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey
Ayo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man
Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright, but take this Hennessey man
I'm saying take the clip man
C'mon, take it out
Light them Phillies up, man
Niggas stop fuckin' burning Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then
Pass that henrock, nigga , act like you know
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fucking with you nigga
I'm saying though, man
What is it, what is it baby?
What is it son, what is it?
You know what time it is
I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen man, representing
It's Illmatic
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Fred Braithwaite, Nasir Jones
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you
Oh yes, there is, this
Yo Nas
Yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
Chill, chill, that's the shit God, chill
Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man, let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, yo Nas, put the Jackson's and the Grants over there
You know what I'm sayin? 'Cause we spending the Jackson's
You know how we get down, baby
True, true
Yo 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 coming up to me, man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man
True indeed, you know what I'm saying?
But when it's real you doing this
Even without a record contract, know what I'm saying?
No question
Niggas doing this since back then
I'm saying regardless how it go down, we gon' keep it real
We tryna see many mansions and, and coupes kid
True, true
Ayo, yo, man, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man?
Taking niggas a long time, man
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey
Ayo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man
Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out
Nigga alright, but take this Hennessey man
I'm saying take the clip man
C'mon, take it out
Light them Phillies up, man
Niggas stop fuckin' burning Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then
Pass that henrock, nigga , act like you know
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fucking with you nigga
I'm saying though, man
What is it, what is it baby?
What is it son, what is it?
You know what time it is
I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen man, representing
It's Illmatic
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Fred Braithwaite, Nasir Jones