How Ya Livin'

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Anthony Cruz (born March 9, 1972), better known by his stage name AZ is a Grammy-nominated American rapper. Born in Brooklyn, he currently resides in Englewood, New Jersey. He is known for being a longtime and frequent rhyme partner of Nas, and also a member of hip-hop group The Firm alongside Nas,… more »

[Featuring Nas] 
Nas: {Verse One} 
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 want to 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 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 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 
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 
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' 
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire 
Make it more severe, lockin' shit 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, fuck 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 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 Roly wit the day & date 
y'all playa hate this 
To fly for female singers who get face lifts 
& fake titties 
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) 
AZ (Nas): 
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change 
(un, un) 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, un) 
AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}: 
You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game 
(Firm Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package) 
Niggas know that the game don't stop 
from the Coke game to the Dope game 
fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un) 
That the game don't stop, from the Coke game 
to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un) 
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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