Song Lyrics

And you're sitting at home doing this shit?
You should be earning a medal for this
Stop fucking around and be a man
There ain't nothing out here for you

Oh yes there is, this!

Yo Nas
Yo what the f*ck is this bullshit on the radio Son?

Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill

Hey yo yo, pull down the shade, man. Let's count this money, nigga
Hey 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

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, 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

Been doing this since back then

I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real
We trying to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid!

True, true

Hey yo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man?
Taking niggas a long time, man

Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey

Aiyyo 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 fucking burning Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then!

Pass that Amber Boch, 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

Fred Braithwaite, Nasir Jones