Az The Visualiza - How Ya Livin'? Lyrics

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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?

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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

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