How Ya Livin' featuring Nas - AZ, Nas

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Back-to-back Benzes, with the wild gremlins

Gaudier style lenses, talons in the .40 cal, this is life now

Let me find out you want the lifestyle of mine

No pal of mine

Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time

Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine

While we polly with the flyest mommy on 25th street

Watch how honey in the Lex do it

I’m in the 6V with the 12 next to it

You wanna stick me?

Then put ya best to it or die, black

We see you in Allah Kingdom you try that

Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that

Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels and tattoos

You can look but don’t touch, we bad news

American me, elegancy, treasury

With the hopes to be rich before they bury me

Born a baptist, but moved on to higher practice

My fire ashes, only macks I interact with

We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm

But if it’s war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong

Select features, sit back, connect the pieces

Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless

He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out

Never call me out, bitches and money, that’s what we all about

Through all the routes, landed here

Beach houses with the chandelier

Me and my crew, mad cans of beer

It’s copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it’s clear

Presidential suites at the Tangier

(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot

How you livin' on your block?

(I got it locked)

(What's goin' down on your side, who got shot?)

Same shit dun (yeah, alright, I’ll meet you up top)

Yo, it’s hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked

(Dun, you know it don’t stop, we can’t close up shop)

VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin'

Coupes kitted, cuties with it, sleazy dressin'

See me flexin' through the hood, D’s be stressin'

Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession

Never one for questions, every move made is destined

Black fluorescence, let’s take it back to the essence

Another version of the Goldie, mack pimp servin'

Convince the urban, project ghetto prince emergin'

Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage

The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon

Chipped up, live by morals, don’t get it mixed up

Diss what?

Millionaire strut, with the Cris' cup

Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'

Doe flowin', eyes don’t lie, hoes knowin'

Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion

Trained in mackin', never rockin' Gators clashin'

Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extraordinaire

Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year

Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere

Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here

With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster

See me at the Copa, platinum choker

The Gods with me, mad blunt smoke, it’s hard to miss me

Pick one out of two dimes to twist me

New nines is crispy, mind on chips

Rhyme on shit that’s strictly made for cats whose rich

Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6

Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits?

On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted

But don’t get it confused over this rap shit

Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face

Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date

Y’all playa hate this

Too fly for female singers who get face lifts and fake titties

We rule the world and take cities

I dreamed of this, son

Happy we made it passed the Jakes

Fakes and fiends in the slum (word)

(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot

How you livin' on your block?

(I got it locked)

(What's goin' down on your side, who got shot?)

Same shit dun (yeah, alright I’ll meet you up top)

Yo, it’s hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked

(Dun you know it don’t stop, we can’t close up shop)

(Uh…what?) It’s a doe thing, niggas know the game don’t change

(Uh, uh) from the coke game (coke game) to the dope game

From a slow brain (dope game) Ha, ha (fuck a no name)

We done did it again son, they can’t fuck around (no doubt, uh)

You know the game don’t stop

From the coke game to the dope game

(Firm Biz, Firm Biz… uh…Total Package)

Niggas know that the game don’t stop

From the coke game to the dope game

Fuck a no name (uh, uh B.K., Q.B., uh)

That the game don’t stop, from the coke game

To the dope game, know the doe… (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, uh)

Niggas know that the game don’t stop (Firm Biz)

From the coke game to the dope game

Niggas know that the game don’t stop

Niggas know that the game don’t stop

Niggas know that the game don’t stop

From the coke game, to the dope game, fuck a no name