NAS

[fox69]

"Testify"

"Testify"


[Intro]
[Nas talking]
I want to dedicate this song right here
To Jonathan Jackson and George Jackson
Peace to those brothers

I want to shout out my man Sherm the Worm
Eighty years
Come home nigga
Come home, niggers

Ugh

[Verse 1]
I just burnt my American flag
and sent three cracker nazis to hell and I'm sad
Ugh, I'm loading tips in my mag
to send these redneck biggots to some death in a bag
Choke him out with his confederate flag
I know these devils are mad
Little rap fans who live way out in safe suburbia
Would you stand with me, a United States murdurer?

[Chorus:]
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
Huh? Would you Testify?
You buy my songs
You buy my songs
but will you ride with me?
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
You understand my struggle
That's what you claim right?
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
Then get your aim right
And get your game tight

[Verse 2]
Don't buy my songs, y'all don't roll with it
Coming to concerts singing hoe'ing shit
Fuck y'all lil' lil' hoe bitches
I don't need y'all, I'll go gold with it
I heard y'all was downloading it (heh)
like I'm y'all man who be exposing shit (heh)
like uhh, William Cooper
who told you the (Pale Horse) is the future

[Chorus:]
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
Would you testify on some realness like that?
I think you scared (heh)
I don't think you prepared
Yeah
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
You know what I'm asking you?
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
Do you know what I'm asking you? [laughs]
Wow...
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
Wow...
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)
[sings] (Testifyyyyy for me)

 

[fox69]

"The Black Bond"

"The Black Bond"


[Verse 1]
I pull a string on a lamp and shit darkens
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin'
Convo weak, and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin'
Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol or Spain, bring a book about Stalin
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
Fine dining, Olive Garden
Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shit I'm coppin'
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that "fuck you cash"
Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your ass
Lookin' in my eyes sayin' "Nas, you one lucky bastard"
Grip your clutch, you get finger fucked in the passenger
I hit the Dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya

[Verse 2]
Esco, dress code, it changes
Harrods in England
Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
Counting wonder in the tundra
Get humbled but disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die, but you frontin' wild
When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus we fly better shit than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
You are what a thug about? I'm a fuckin' juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
Who don't speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feet's [?], and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces
Are from Zurich. It's like I'm allergic
To non-oxidolic nine
Give it to you raw so you can feel it

 

[fox69]

"The Cross"

"The Cross"


[Chorus 2X: Nas]
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

[Nas]
Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers
There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
to which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B
rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me
What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see
jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mother's, life
And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little Des
I can't be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I can't rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in 'em
While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin
Gotta keep a lot of heat; 30 cals 10 millimeters
40 cals plus the heckler, to set y'all straight
You too light? I shoot your freckles out
You too dark? The infrared show you what the tec about
Huh? I'm stressin out, need more offices for bosses
Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy
We can sell mo', boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po' and give, hope to the broke then live low
But that ain't reality, I look happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
will love you but lead you to they own, hidden evil
BITCH! You the reason niggaz be beefin, hoe get on
'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on
From here on, it's a new day
Million dollars ain't, what it was yesterday
Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
Hope y'all relate

[Chorus]

[Nas] I carry the cross

 

[fox69]

"The Don"

"The Don"


[Intro: Super Cat]
Super Cat
New York girls Dem A mad ova wi [4x]
Nas the Don [8x]
In a new york city [4x]

[Verse 1]
Yea.. yea
Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide)
Grossing our net
Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous crimes behind me
Search but can’t find me
Fuck sadness
Had this been you havin’ this lavish
Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards
You would have sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone move next
I’ll hit you with two techs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy
My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me
Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body
I’ll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment
Just cuz y’all was mad at all the years I was getting it
In 97 the six
98 the Bentley
Now it’s the Ghost Phantom
And ya’ll can’t stand ‘em but…

[Hook]
Nas the Don [8x]
In a new york city [4x]

[Verse 2]
Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black
Wit the square top pocket that snaps
Where the gas at?
Pass that, not you
You hold cracks in your ass crack
I never did that, my sock where my stash was at
Yo I used to listen to that red alert and rap attack
I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat
Now I'm the one that’s reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game lookin 17
I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although he’s on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Blaaaah…

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah yeah..
New York is like an Island a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
It’s all about surviving same old two step
Tryna stay alive when
They be out robbin, I been out rhyming
Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad
Say the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr
So I’mma
Keep it on til I see billion dollars
Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to
Eyes red shot like I’m never sober
Big time smoker Indonesian doja
Minis me you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers
Don shit
Under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto and the hood
Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta
Understood…

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Don (Don Dada Remix)"

"The Don (Don Dada Remix)"


[Intro: Sample from Super Cat's "Dance Inna New York" (Nas)]
New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
New york girls dem a mad ova we!!!
(La la-la-la-la-la-la, la la la la, LA!)

[Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)
New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Smokin the escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don't catch a homo', grossing our net
Simultaneously makin the crime higher
Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me
Fuck sadness, had this been you, havin this lavish
Habitual happiness that mean you wouldn't look backwards
You would have sex on, condominium roof decks
So anyone moves next, I hit you with two tech's
Rockin Roberto Cavalli - seriously!
He's in the club, I'm on stage ROCKIN Roberto Cavalli
Every tat mean somethin that's my word on my body
I have to lean somethin with that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ig'nant, put led in your pigment
Just 'cause y'all was mad of all the years I was gettin it
In 9-7 the six, 9-8 the Bentley
And now it's the ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but...

[Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Army jacket swag army jacket green and black
With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at
Pass that not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack
I never did that, my socks where my stash was at
Yo! I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack (Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaasss!!)
I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
Cuttin school where 'Preme Team and Fat Cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat
Now I'm the one who's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers, surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out their jeans
Twenty years in this game lookin seventeen
I don't lean, no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
RRRRRAHHHHH!!!

[Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) (YEAH!)

[Verse 3: Nas]
New York is like a island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
It's all about survivin, same old two step
Try to stay alive when, they be out robbin
I been out rhymin, since born knowledge
Like Prophet Muhammed said the ink from a scholar
Worth more than a blood of a martyr, so I'ma
Keep it on 'til I see a bilion dollars
Keep your friends close and your, enemies closer
Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'posed to
Eyes red shot, like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesia dozer
Mini me's you can hold up, before you end up wet up from my soldier
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the don Super Cat the Don Dada, (UNDERSTOOD!)

[Chorus: Sample from Super Cat (Nas)]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City
Inna New York City-City, New York City-City

[Outro: Excerpt from an interview with Super Cat]
It's di heartbeat of di people, di ghetto people
And when I say ghetto people di people who cannot afford to go to di big concert
Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
Some of dem can't afford a radio, so di only ting they can listen to is di music
People from di ghetto, people from di projects, street people
Heartical ghetto yutes who know what it is to sing about sufferin and reality...

 

[fox69]

"The Flyest"
(feat. AZV)

"The Flyest"
(feat. AZV)



[Nas] Geah
[AZV] Peace king
[Nas] Peace king
[AZV] Listen, they wrote a book on your life
[Nas] Right
[AZV] You think anybody'll read it?
[Nas] No fuckin doubt!
[AZV] Let's make history homey
[Nas] Aight then
[AZV] You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table
[Nas - laughing] No, fuckin, doubt
[AZV] It's time to manifest this
[Nas] Shit we the flyest nigga
[AZV] Bring it to a whole, y'know?
[Nas] Gangsta nigga

[Chorus]
Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold
Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know
Bitches in heat for niggaz that got dough
We the flyest gangsters
What you don't got is my natural glow
Countin out stacks and mackin out hoes
Pushin big dicks and packin our chrome
We the flyest gangsters

[AZ]
Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy
Dough forever, the live stay low forever
And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I do what I can do when I can do it
Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin
Live how I live it's only cause I been through it
Learn to try it like to eat it and shit it's nuttin to it
Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin outside
I'll never catch a vehicular homicide
My music is a description of my vibe of course
My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
to wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home
Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say it
I'm proud of Mase for givin himself to the Lord
Wanted his Faith, think about Big anymore
Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin
We ain't these little niggaz no more, runnin dangerous
I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother
Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover
Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em
I'm Hercules Hercules when havin relations, the flyest

[Chorus]

[Nas] We put this on the, soul of our born
[AZV] As we hold the Qu'ran
[Nas] Kamikaze style
[AZV] Older cats coachin us on
[Nas] Yo it's kill or be killed
[AZV] Understand, real'll be real
[Nas] A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY KNEEL
[AZV] Identity sealed, protected by
[Nas] our energy shield
[AZV] And fuck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed
[Nas] Close the books
[AZV] Was taught never expose a crook
[Nas] Between the knight and the bishop
[AZV] Wanna knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead
[Nas] I ain't light niggaz recite
[AZV] Too impaired to breathe
[Nas] WE BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET?
[Nas] Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"The Foulness"

"The Foulness"


[Nas:]
Desert Storm
Firm Biz
Platinum

[DJ Clue:]
That's right... that's right

[Nas:]
What the deal is?

[DJ Clue:]
Clue

[Nature:]
I can take it back to blocks
Or all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain
Q-trains, playin the last stop
But regardless of rain
A mad hot
It neva mattered
Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me Savage
For the love of it
Till my death, they stay on sum other shit
Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness
Skyies are grayer, my whole clique despise the mayor
With dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs
Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed dat
It's only right though
I like em light, thin, and tight... cyco
Bony nails, ponytails, dressed in white gold
Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya

[Nas:]
React like what, clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth, B what
I know some crews who go through cars like shoes
Some niggaz make the news, wild as animals, who saber tools on the A-venues
And V-waves, say shit from my pops stays, the dese days
And PJ's, I concentrate on how the weed strays
Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately
A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me
Iceberg, eyes burnt
Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
Got a room sign on the door, not to disturb, we twist herb
Listen to rumors that this bitch heard, some of them absurb
Some made me say 'Word? '
Dozed off, clothes off
Hopin to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North
Make it home and get these fo-fos off
Word Up

[Nas: speaking]
Gotta get this shit right, Nature
Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
The Firm is everywhere what?
Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy
Bring it to the tables

[Nature:]
Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick
Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured
God explain it, we rollers want this dough and ganja
Visions of holdin toast I post bail join an arraignment
24, still have the same shit, another customer
Posing as a decoy, frontin kinda muscular
I buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff
They fuckin sheisty, identify me by my Nikes
Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b
Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers
They swarmed with vultures, caught em hoppin outta carcasses
Niggaz is folders, phony potential beads is stolen
Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum
Seek advice in the streets light weed rightously on stolen land
Escapin out of state snakes to home a Sam
Foreva roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny
Effortlessly finesse the recipe
Til my death day forever fresh
Stay frontin pushin G.S. three's
Who checkin me? I called a playa who said this, 'D
Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully'.

 

[fox69]

"The G.O.D."

"The G.O.D."


The G-O-D
Aiyyo, check it out...It's God's Son
I know I always give you clowns a little lean to come out
Cause I drop every two years...but it's over now, you know? Hah

[Chorus]
The G-O-D S-O-N
K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
That's me [x4]

[Hook]
Is it because I got the city on smash now
Oh woe woe
Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now
Hey hey hey hey

[Verse 1]
In the papers you read that Nas is crazy
Lost his mind as he leavin Sony
The INC got him signed
It's only a figment of your imagination
Went to way with New York's Hot radio station
Lost my patience, had to zone out
Rappers blown out, I have the throne now
The real shall reign, I feel your pain
You R&B, follow me, spell my name

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
God's Son across the belly
Pardon, I'm hardly a bully
But what y'all done to hip hop is scary
Nas'll be truly the, last soldier to roll with
Holdin it down, my proteges are over with now
A producer like Swizz Beats, on fire
So is the control room, soon as my vocals are down
Nas - God's Son, and y'all my little children
So bounce with it, if you can pronounce the correct spellin

[Chorus x1]

 

[fox69]

"The General (Salute Me)"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"The General (Salute Me)"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Swizz Beatz:]
Yo man, it's a real game out here
Know what I'm sayin Nas?
Beats back in effect man
Swizz Beatz da monsta (what's poppin?)

[Nas:]
Get in line, everybody get in line
Listen the fuck up, to what's going down
Pay attention, aight?

[Chorus: x2]
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfuckin general

[Nas:]
When I walk through everything stops, silence
Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss
Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
Noises to a minimun nigga, I pop and I squeeze
I represent the pain and struggle
Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
Yo you testin with death
I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
They got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges
They got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges
They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's
Many fought teams and for green this is war
This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
Callin up the radio, don't want my records to air
Y'all ain't playin fair, to every rapper in the game,
I'm comin fo y'all blood, make room for the king... Nas

[Chorus x2]

[Nas:]
I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
Nobody touchin my crown, nobody dyin
Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walkin caskets
They talk a good one but there's never no action
And I'm the type to poison ya sista, twist her
Through with her, put the gun in your face and make you hit her
Make you quiver -when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
Light up a Cu-ban, recite a few psalms
Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
'Cause hate can frustrate, and confuse
Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move - ghetto
Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
Who be jumpin out of movin cars and land at my feet - because

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"The Genesis"
(feat. AZ, The Firm)

"The Genesis"
(feat. AZ, The Firm)



[sound of a subway train going overhead]
[in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard]
[excerpt of verse is as follows]

(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 twelve, I went to ... )

[conversation heard over this before Wild Style music kicks in is as follows]
[dialogue from the film between ZORO and his infantryman brother, Hector]

[Hector:] And you're sitting at home doing this shit? I should be earning a
medal for this. Stop fucking around and be a man, there ain't nothing out
here for you...

[ZORO:]
Oh yes there is...this!

[somebody from the Firm]
Yo Nas
Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son?
[Nas]
Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill
[AZ the Visualiza]
Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man.
Let's count this money, nigguh
Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there
You know what I'm sayin?
Cause we spendin the Jacksons
[Nas]
Right, yeah.
[AZ]
You know how we get down baby
[Nas]
True, true"
[the Firm]
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 comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need
to let them niggaz know it's real man
[Nas]
True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this
even without a record contract, knahmsayin?
[AZ]
No question
[Nas]
Been doin this since back then
[the Firm]
No doubt
[AZ]
I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real
We trying to see many mansions and...and Coupes kid!
[Nas]
No doubt, we gon keep it real
True, true...
[the Firm]
Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man?
Takin niggas a long time, man..."
[Nas]
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey
[AZ]
Aiyyo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man
Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out
[Nas]
Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man
[AZ]
I'm saying take the clip man
C'mon, take it out...
[Nas]
Light them Phillies up man
Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man
Light some Phillies up then!
[the Firm]
Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga! Act like you know.
[AZ]
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fucking with you nigga
[Nas]
I'm saying though man...
[AZ]
What is it, what is it baby?
[the Firm]
What is it Son, what is it?
[AZ]
You know what time it is
[Nas]
I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying?
Niggaz don't listen man, representing
It's Illmatic.