Nas, AZ - How Ya Livin' lyrics
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[Nas, AZ - How Ya Livin' lyrics]
What?
Back-to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier 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 if 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, along 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', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kitted, cuties wit' it
Sleazy dressin'
See me flexin' through the hood
D's be stressin' illegal search
Tryna 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 crisp cut
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
Nothin' 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 hit's?
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)
(Uhwhat?) It's a doe thang
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 BK, QB, 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
Back-to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier 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 if 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, along 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', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kitted, cuties wit' it
Sleazy dressin'
See me flexin' through the hood
D's be stressin' illegal search
Tryna 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 crisp cut
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
Nothin' 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 hit's?
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)
(Uhwhat?) It's a doe thang
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 BK, QB, 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
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