Az

Intro: Nas
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you cant get back
Gimme, why dont you gimme the world
Gimme what you cant get back, for the five burroughs
Verse 1: AZ
Yo, its hard to show resistance when money-gettin niggas
need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus pleas, a hundred Gs, I had me blockin out of jail centres
Im recognised by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies thats really into jewels
But still sceptic on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing thru, aint my man just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
Temporarily the window world, dont read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
cos they analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with black wit
Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin Gs)
Gimme what you cant get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why dont you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you cant get back, for the five burroughs
Verse 2: AZ
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And in too, I touch a million-plus, aint much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
Its realism so I visualisin to live it
Movin cleverly wit intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, youre sailin in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thugs plug, the insurance, but informers
they had you wanted for warrants fore you get enourmous
Lifes a performance so players play wit endurance
cos from war sense, any villains willing to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as were leavin thievin, well be leavin wit some kind of doe,
so...
Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin Gs)
Gimme what you cant get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why dont you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you cant get back (Its real, NYC)
Just gimme (QB)
Just gimme (B-K, VT)
Gimme what you cant get back (See me, AZ yall, representin)
Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
Why dont you gimme the world (Representin)
Gimme what you cant get back (Lifes a bitch......)
[ Gimme Yours Lyrics ]