[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yo whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time Aiyyo Nas (whattup Paul) kick that fuckin rhyme
Verse One: Nas
Check it out When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After being blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing Cheap lubrication, Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes'll make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz who's born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah
Chorus: Nas and Large Professor
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] It sound clever [LP] Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat But kick that for them gangstas man, fuck all that
Verse Two: Nas
Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the villian I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places as a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased us But now I know the time, got a older mind Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand I contact 11 L's and max in heaven
Outro: Nas, Large Professor, and ?
[LP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time [?] It sound clever [LP] But one time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine [?] Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul, knowhatI'msayin? But check it, you gotta another verse for me I want you to kick it, youknowhatI'msayin? Kick that shit from the projects...