Nas: {Verse One}
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What?
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Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
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Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
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Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine
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no pal of mine
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Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time
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Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
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While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
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Watch how honey in the Lex do it
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I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
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You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it
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I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that
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Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that
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Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos
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You can look, but don't touch we bad news
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AZ: {Verse Two}
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American Me, elgancy, treasury
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Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me
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Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
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My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit
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We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
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But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
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Select features, sit back connect the pieces
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Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
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He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
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Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
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Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
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Me & my crew, mad cans of beer
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It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
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Presidential Suites at the Tangiere
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CHORUS:
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Nas:
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How you livin' on your block?
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AZ:
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Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
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Nas:
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I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot?
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AZ:
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Same shit dun
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Nas:
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Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
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AZ:
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Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
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Nas:
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Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
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AZ: {Verse Three}
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VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin'
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Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &
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See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin'
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Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession
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Never want for questions, every move made is destined
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Black professors, let's take it back to the essence
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Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
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Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
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Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
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The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
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chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up
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Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup
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Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
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Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
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Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
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Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
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Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
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Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
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Nas: {Verse Four}
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Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
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Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
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Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
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See me at the Copa, platinum choka
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The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
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Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
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New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
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that's strictly made for cats whose rich
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Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6
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turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
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On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
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But don't get it confused over this rap shit
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Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
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Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date
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Y'all playa hate this
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To fly for female singers who get face lifts
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& fake titties
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We rule the world & take cities
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I dreamed of this son
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Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes
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and fiends of the slum (Wor)
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CHORUS
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AZ (Nas):
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(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change
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(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game
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from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
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We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un)
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AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}:
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You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
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(Firm Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package)
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Niggas know that the game don't stop
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from the Coke game to the Dope game
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fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
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That the game don't stop, from the Coke game
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to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
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Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
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from the Coke game to the Dope game
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AZ:
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Niggas know that the game don't stop
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Niggas know that the game don't stop
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Niggas know that the game don't stop
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from the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name
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How Ya Livin'? (featuring Nas)
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