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("We gonna rock a little something like this" -- Repeat 4x)
I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x) Sitting and thinking about the time I wrote four stacks of rhymes For dimes, made me wanna go back to doing crimes On the corner, but the street life? Hotter than a sauna So I don`t think I`m gonna, plus the fact I was born to Nigga to hit the land with the mic in hand and SP and hit it like (huh) Dizzy Gillespe And this is how I do, not three or two But one nigga from Queens for the hip-hop fiends All over, gas a honey up to let me unclothe her And this time around check how I get down As I go the extra mile, raised in Carlyle Born up in Harlem, ever since been destined for stardem So move over bacon, it`s the anti-faking Beatmaking nigga that makes the Earth quake and Let the man push through, others are left without a clue Large Professor in the house one two I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x) About as deadly as a nine, hit a rock man kind Like a landmine with the ill shit that I design Professor, keeping sucker chump crews under pressure Like this girl I know, but yo, I can`t stress her Cause I`m cool like that, matter fact even cooler Opposite of sun ruler, having nothing to do with Arula and Keena You can catch me joyriding on Cocina As I keep the compotition mind up in between a Rock and a hard place, and just like a car chase I`m action packed with the drama of Scarface I`m real, honey`ll hit me off with a meal And I`m out so I can get me a stout, what`s it all about? Trying to stack off a contract, Jack And stay black, as long as I can keep that intact Ain`t a damn thing stopping the one that keep ya hopping Do you wonder what I`m dropping? I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x) So strap up for the return of the brother that earn Props, but this time, I got to get more burn, hops So record company man, please give me a push So I can swing to higher levels of life like a kids and wife And I`ll deliver, for a while I didn`t give a Frustrated for fucking with the snakes that slither But nevertheless, in 3-D`s Large Profess With what I would call a bullshit-proof vest And yes, I make the beats you could feel in your chest And write the rhymes that reflect a young man blessed With the mind and motivation hitting your station Coming back to attack off a ghetto vacation For the hip-hop nation I don`t wanna ill
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