I Juswanna Chill

("we gonna rock a little something like this" -- repeat 4x)
 I don't wanna ill, i just wanna chill
 And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (repeat 4x)
 Sitting and thinking about the time i wrote four stacks of rhymes
 For dimes, made me wanna go back to doing crimes
 On the corner, but the street life? hotter than a sauna
 So i don't think i'm gonna, plus the fact i was born to
 Nigga to hit the land with the mic in hand and
 Sp and hit it like (huh) dizzy gillespe
 And this is how i do, not three or two
 But one nigga from queens for the hip-hop fiends
 All over, gas a honey up to let me unclothe her
 And this time around check how i get down
 As i go the extra mile, raised in carlyle
 Born up in harlem, ever since been destined for stardem
 So move over bacon, it's the anti-faking
 Beatmaking nigga that makes the earth quake and
 Let the man push through, others are left without a clue
 Large professor in the house one two
 I don't wanna ill, i just wanna chill
 And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (repeat 4x)
 About as deadly as a nine, hit a rock man kind
 Like a landmine with the ill shit that i design
 Professor, keeping sucker chump crews under pressure
 Like this girl i know, but yo, i can't stress her
 Cause i'm cool like that, matter fact even cooler
 Opposite of sun ruler, having nothing to do with arula and keena
 You can catch me joyriding on cocina
 As i keep the compotition mind up in between a
 Rock and a hard place, and just like a car chase
 I'm action packed with the drama of scarface
 I'm real, honey'll hit me off with a meal
 And i'm out so i can get me a stout, what's it all about?
 Trying to stack off a contract, jack
 And stay black, as long as i can keep that intact
 Ain't a damn thing stopping the one that keep ya hopping
 Do you wonder what i'm dropping?
 I don't wanna ill, i just wanna chill
 And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (repeat 4x)
 So strap up for the return of the brother that earn
 Props, but this time, i got to get more burn, hops
 So record company man, please give me a push
 So i can swing to higher levels of life like a kids and wife
 And i'll deliver, for a while i didn't give a
 Frustrated for fucking with the snakes that slither
 But nevertheless, in 3-d's large profess
 With what i would call a bullshit-proof vest
 And yes, i make the beats you could feel in your chest
 And write the rhymes that reflect a young man blessed
 With the mind and motivation hitting your station
 Coming back to attack off a ghetto vacation
 For the hip-hop nation
 I don't wanna ill