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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Freddy Braithwaite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Recording Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And you're sitting at home doing this shit?
I should be earning a medal for this (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle)
(I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle) Stop fuckin' around and be a man
(Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split) There ain't nothing out here for you
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
(Verbal assassin, my architect pleases) Oh yes, there is
When I was 12, I went to-
This
[Verse 2]
Yo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
[Verse 3]
Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill
[Verse 4]
Ayo yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, ****
Ayo 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, baby
[Verse 5]
True, true
[Verse 6]
Nas, yo Nas, man, shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a **** yo, word to mother (Word)
All them crab-ass rappers
Be comin' up to me, man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them **** know it's real, man
[Verse 7]
True indeed, namsayin'? But when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, namsayin'?
No question
Been doin' this since back then, no doubt
[Verse 8]
I'm sayin', regardless how it go down, we gon' keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and, and coupes, kid
[Verse 9]
No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true
[Verse 10]
Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
Takin' **** a long time, man
[Verse 11]
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy
[Verse 12]
Ayo, Dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that, man
Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip out
[Verse 13]
****, alright, but take this Hennessy, man
[Verse 14]
I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out
[Verse 15]
Light them Phillies up, man, **** stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then
[Verse 16]
Pass that henrock, ****, act like you know
[Verse 17]
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you, ****
[Verse 18]
I'm saying though, man
What is it? What is it, baby?
What is it, son? What is it then?
Let 'em know what time it is
What is it?
[Verse 19]
I'm saying, man, ya know what I'm saying?
**** don't listen, man, representin' is Illmatic
Written by: Freddy Braithwaite, Nasir Jones