[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
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Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
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Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
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And my mentality is, money orientated
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I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
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cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
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But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
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Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
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Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
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Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
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Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
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Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
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but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
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so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
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me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
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Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
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Cause life's a bitch and then you die
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[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
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Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
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Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
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Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
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Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
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Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
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Cause you never know when you're gonna go (Go!)
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Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye.....
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"Time's is Illmatic" [x4]
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"Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it" [x1]
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"You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
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Get the wind behind your back
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Go out in a blaze of glory if you've got to
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Otherwise you ain't shit
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You might as well be dead your damn self, y'all"
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[Verse Two: Nas]
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I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
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The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
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My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
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One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
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Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
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Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
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my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
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Don't go against the grain simple and plain
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When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
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Robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
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Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
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and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
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Now I think about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
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is rich or doin years in the hundreds
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I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
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That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
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Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
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I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
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Time's is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
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Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, you know the flavor
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Nas & AZ on the remix joint
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This is another explosion from the Arsenal
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Life's A Bitch (Arsenal Mix)
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Nas |