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| AZ Miscellaneous Life's A Bitch [AZ] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? [Nas] Yea yea [AZ] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin? [Nas] Yea yea [AZ] Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go [Nas] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin? Yo then what man, what?? *echoes* Verse One: AZ the Visualiza Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die Chorus: AZ the Visualiza Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye --] chorus #1 echoes at the end Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die --] chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end Verse Two: Nas I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Droppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tommorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cavity Chorus *Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade* |
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