(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)

Maybe we've passed the point of not return We just want to watch the world burn Yeah, I know you know That we've been living a lie Turn a blind eye Until the day we die Maybe we just want to watch the world burn The sun is burnt out black There was a

I want to kiss the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked

Who run the world? (Girls) Who run the world? (Girls) (girls) Who run this mutha? (Girls) (girls) Girls, we run this mutha (yeah) Who run this mutha? (Girls) (Who are we) Who are we? (Who run this mutha?) (What we run?) What we run?

Yeah, it's Sauga at sunset Marijuana in the complex Sippin' Henny cause my heart's frozen Stunna' shades cause we all rollin' Fuck em' bitches, fuck em' niggas too Fuck em' niggas, what I got's to lose? Mix my drink with some 'gnac Just to buy me some

Dem call mi di ravin king Touch a Smudge gyal a, show mi love And a tell mi mi sweet like fudge Gal dem a wine pon me, yeah A wi hav the style weh dem love Dem watch wi like MTV Him seh party shot, like one M-16 Him seh party shot, like one STD Him seh

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

Yeah the woman in me Needs the man in you The woman in me Needs you to be The man in my arms To hold tenderly 'Cause I'm a woman in love And it's you I run to I'm not always strong

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Nobody loves me but me No more, no more, no more, no more 14, 14, 14, babe yeah Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote