Nas - Find Ya Wealth lyrics

Crime, life, bitches, money time
For my Braveheart's my Braveheart's
Uhh, uhh, uhh what, what, what?
One time two times

From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic"
To goin' platinum
Shit did change course since rippin'
It with Main Source
Nine-one, nine-two, time flew
Out of the blue
Time for a new young king to rule
Younger frame, older state of mind
Find my name on a page in
Your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89
When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's
Put it in rap and I gave y'all a way to rhyme
God guides us
From public assistance to high rises
Condos, houses where y'all can't find us
Move on your cliques in silence
And wet it up
My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up
Took advice from a street legend
Identities have been changed
To protect the innocent
Witnessin' niggas' mistakes
Visit's at niggas' wakes
'Cause jealousy infiltrates and
Seals your fate

Look way deep inside yourself
Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth
Once you get it, you gotta live it
Then live it!
Niggas never wanna see you with it
FUCK THEM THO'
Niggas can't come close enough
To touch the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few
Guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do

Different ways to come out the hood: In
Cuffs or a casket are crazy
Or shootin three pointer baskets, or maybe
It's the rap shit, all type of tactics
We use to get dough
Some choose kickin' in doors
I asked a reverend
My mother and a best friend
Less than ten years ago for me to get dough
What y'all recommend is either
Dope weed or blow
'Cause high school was slow
And jewelry was hot
Duckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped
To make it downtown
Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains
Canal Street, just lookin' at rings
Outside through a glass
Went in the store and asked
How much it cost, Korean man brushin' me off
For some other big time customer
Probably a hustler
Who looked down at my small
Chain and chuckled up i said, "I'll be just
Like you soon, motherfucker, what?!"

To them niggas who get life and
Throw a smile at the judge
Wildest thugs, who blow trial
Exiled from the hood
Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visit's
You will survive
Them weak freaks think you finished
You first time in you known
For poppin' your toast
By your third year in, you forgotten by most
Niggas wife cut them out of they life
Niggas don't write
Friends actin like they don't
Be gettin' your kites
It be ill, niggas comin' home and no time
They get killed
Not even home a month and they get peeled
Backwards
In they own backyard or in the park
One to the head, two to the heart
You should be smart
In the projects, who gon' die next?
Hoodrats know who let the gats blow
And who keep cash flow
Like the niggas know the rats
With some good asshole
Blunts be a good-ass roll
While passin' your 'dro

Feel me?
One time, huh, two times, uhh, uhh, uhh
What, what, what? Uhh, uhh, uhh