Ryde or die If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want This is the fuckin' shit I be talkin' about Half rappin' ass mothafuckers

Do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna fuck? What's your interest are? Who you be with? I don't really give a what! What I need to know is Can I ask a question? Can you keep a secret? Do you wanna uh? Do you wanna uh? What are the odds we'd even meet? What does

They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

Jump in the waterfall Jump in the water Oh oh oh huh 'Cause I need to know when I'm down and in trouble Don't know what I should do Sometimes I wish we could go somewhere I feel it all around, I know you're seeing it too I wanna know if these words are

Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in

I can feel it on your mind C'mon, you're talking about it around the house C'mon, uh, baby I love to hear your mouth We've had a conversation, but you know that's just a fraction What you wanna say about me Is I'm all talk, and no action C'mon, you hear

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

(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)

I don't know, no What you do? I never want it to ever be over I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on You short

Black and yellow Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything I put it down from my whip to my diamonds I'm in Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Yeah, uh huh screamin' that's