Large Professor - Ijuswannachill lyrics

("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 n***a 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 n***a 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 I've been destined for stardom So move over bacon, it's the anti-faking Beatmaking n***a 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, here to rock mankind Like a landmine with the ill sh** that I design Professor, keeping s**er 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 a woolah and Keena You can catch me joyriding on Kissena 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 f**ing with the snakes that slither But nevertheless, in 3-D's Large Profess With what I would call a bullsh**-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