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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 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 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 shit 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' 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) CHORUS 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 AZ: 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