It's all good Thinking about you riding down to 85 Baby we can do whatever you like I've been thinking bout you Tell me what you wanna do Shawty I can fall through It's all good in my hood, yeah Tell me what you wanna do, tonight Southernplayalistic

Lose control In increasing pace Wantonly waste Intention erased Whatever they say These people are torn Wild and bereft Assassin is born (yeah) War is overdue

I was never enough for you Was whatever you wanted me to But you took that from me, yeah I should have known, I should've known Don't waste my time My legs are weary but I still walk My hands are sore and broken but I still clutch My heart is jaded but I

Whatever happens here Drown me with rain I'm gonna wake up Screaming your name Yes I'm a sinner Yes I'm a saint Yeah every single time the wind blows Every single time the wind blows

That's compelling you on, yeah Cascading waves of emotion Cascading over us still From leaving feelings unspoken The way we always will Just keep going strong With whatever it is, yeah Don't be afraid when I'm gone Keep whatever it is, yeah

I'm the generator Firing whenever you quit Yeah, whatever it is You go out and it's on Yeah can't you hear my motored heart You're the one that started it Lately I'm getting better Wish I could stay sick with you But there's too many egos left to bruise

Born to be wild Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

I don't know what love is But I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know I don't know what love is people Whoa, but I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad They

(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)