Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gimme Yours, artist - AZ. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: EMI, Legacy, Motown
Song language: English
Gimme Yours |
| Intro: Nas |
| 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…) |