AZ How Ya Livin' Lyrics
            Nas: {Verse One}
        
            What?
            Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
            Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
            Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine
            no pal of mine
            Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time
            Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
            While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
            Watch how honey in the Lex do it
            I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
            You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it
            I 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 tatoos
            You can look, but don't touch we bad news
        
            AZ: {Verse Two}
            American Me, elgancy, treasury
            Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me
            Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
            My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit
            We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
            But if it's war we on, comin' for n____s 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, b____es and money, that's what we all about
            Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
            Me & my crew, mad cans of beer
            It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
            Presidential Suites at the Tangiere
        
            CHORUS:
            Nas:
            How you livin' on your block?
        
            AZ:
            Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
        
            Nas:
            I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot?
        
            AZ:
            Same s___ dun
        
            Nas:
            Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
        
            AZ:
            Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
        
            Nas:
            Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
        
            AZ: {Verse Three}
            VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin'
            Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &
            See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin'
            Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession
            Never want for questions, every move made is destined
            Black professors, 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
            Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist 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'
            a__orted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
            Make it more severe, lockin' s___ down all this year
        
            Nas: {Verse Four}
            Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
            Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
            Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, f___ a holster
            See me at the Copa, platinum choka
            The God's wit 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 s___
            that's strictly made  for cats whose rich
            Excuse me, is that your b____ 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 s___
            Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
            Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date
            Y'all playa hate this
            To fly for female singers who get face lifts
            & fake t__ties
            We rule the world & take cities
            I dreamed of this son
            Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes
            and fiends of the slum (Wor)
        
            CHORUS
        
            AZ (Nas):
            (Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, n____s know the game don't change
            (un, un) from the c__e game (c__e game) to the dope game
            from a slow brain  (Dope game) Ha, ha (f___ a no name)
            We done did it again son, they can't f___ around (No doubt, un)
        
            AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}:
            You know the game don't stop, from the c__e game to the Dope game
            (Firm  Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package)
            n____s know that the game don't stop
            from the c__e game to the Dope game
            f___ a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
            That the game don't stop, from the c__e game
            to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
            n____s know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
            from the c__e game to the Dope game
        
            AZ:
            n____s know that the game don't stop
            n____s know that the game don't stop
            n____s know that the game don't stop
            from the c__e game, to the Dope game, f___ a no name
        
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