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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
AZ
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Johnson
Derrick Johnson
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Arthur Phillips
Arthur Phillips
Songwriter
RICHARD RUDOLPH
RICHARD RUDOLPH
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer
Jamey Staub
Jamey Staub
Engineer

Lyrics

Word up, A, I had the joint out Nigga gon' ask me, "What I want?" Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?) I'm like Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC Gimme what you can't get back (we keep it real, y'all) Gimme, why don't you gimme the world? Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs Yo, it's hard to show resistance When money-gettin' niggas need my assistance To stack figures beyond non-existence Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cause bein' poor produced persistence Plus pleas, a hundred G's will have me blockin' out of jail sentence I'm recognized by the illest of individuals, killers and criminals Even willies that's really into jewels But still skeptic on who I cling to 'Cause every single nigga that swing through Ain't my man just 'cause we mingle too much Snake shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit Filled with envy and hatred, but my high helps me escape it Temporarily, though it don't worry me The wise verbally nourish me Properly with that inner-city urban G, see I fuck with those beyond my age bracket 'Cause they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it Leavin' no trace to track it, kingpin thinkin' tactics is accurate That mack shit, livin' the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with Just gimme (pimp lines and dollar signs) Just gimme (rollin' trees, stackin' G's) Gimme what you can't get back (true dat, I thought you knew dat) Just gimme (money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world? (Rollin' with us) Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe And until I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards It's realism, so I visualize it to live it Movin' cleverly, with intentions of longevity Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers others would never see, G So through the crest in my glow of fluorescence Symbolizes the essence, yet still in a schweppervescence Drug investments — a street thug's plug, the insurance But informers'll have you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enormous Life's a performance, so players, play with endurance 'Cause for more cents, any villains willin' to get more intense (get more intense) They tried to break us, but all it did was just make us Travel across acres for papers, bona fide money takers 'Cause though we know somehow we all gotta go As long as we're leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough, so Just gimme (pimp lines and dollar signs) Just gimme (rollin' trees, stackin' G's) Gimme what you can't get back (true dat, I thought you knew that) Just gimme (the money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world? (Rollin' with us) Gimme what you can't get back (it's real, NYC) Just gimme (QB), just gimme (B-K, VT) Gimme what you can't get back (see me, AZ y'all, representin') Just gimme (yeah, the street life is trife life) Why don't you gimme the world? (Representin') Gimme what you can't get back (life's a bitch and then you die)
Writer(s): Anthony S Cruz, Richard Rudolph, Arthur D Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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