Who do you love, do you love now? I wanna know, I wanna know who This shit is keepin' me up at night, just admit it Now, now, who do you, who do you love, love (yeah) I wanna know the truth (whoa) I know it's someone new You ain't gotta make it easy,

It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On

If you in a club nigga then shit bang If you on the streets nigga then shit bang If you on the block nigga then shit bang And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang If you in that 600 then shit bang If you on that Steel

American you know I had to cop that foreign After we leave girl, you know where you going Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring) I know it's never boring American

It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggas, niggas Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes? N.W.A is back in this motherfucker And this is only the single Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out We gon' have some more of that good shit The shit

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

(One time for your mind, one time) Yeah, whatever It sound clever Yeah, it's illmatic, (yeah) It's illmatic, (yeah!) It's illmatic, huh (Yeah, kick that shit) Yo, whatever (Hey yo, Nas, (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme)

(Never want to See you around) The only solution Watch them all fall down The armed response Of an entire nation We've taken all your shit Now it's time for restitution