Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC Gimme what you can't get back Gimme, why don't you gimme the world Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
Verse 1: AZ
Yo, it's 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 plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres I'm recognised by the illest of individuals Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels But still sceptic on who I cling to Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain't 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, don't 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 G's) Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that) Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us) Gimme what you can't 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, ain't much to discuss Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards It's 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, you're sailin in a sweppervescence Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous Life's a performance so players play wit endurance cos from war sense, any villain's 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 we're leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit some kind of doe, so...
Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
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 (Money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit 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......)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
