[Intro - Nas + [Grand Wizard]

[Hook]
(Grand Wizard) One time for your mind, one time
(Nas) Yeah, whatever
(GW) One time for your mind, one time
(Nas) Yo, whatever
(GW) One time for your mind, one time
Hey yo, Nas? Kick that [bad word] #39; rhyme

[Verse 1]
Check it out
When I'm chilling, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, 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 ing
Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Htting up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rocking the [bad word]  
I try to stay mellow, rock, well acappella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops
Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes
When I was ten I was a hip-hoppin' shorty [bad word] 
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Right, right, what up niggas, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain
I'm still writing rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
 [bad word]  cold be starving make you wanna do crimes kid
But I'mma lamp, cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
Niggas 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, niggas 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 menace, yo, police wanna murder me
Heini 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 a lot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop, pa
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 [bad word] 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 a reverend
I contact 11 L's and max in heaven

[Hook]

[Outro]
[Nas] Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
[LP] Yeah that [bad word] was crazy fat Paul, kno what I’m sayin?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me
I want you to kick it, you know what I'msayin?
Kick that [bad word] for the projects