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