| Intro: Nas
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| Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
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| Gimme what you can’t get back
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| Gimme, why don’t you gimme the world
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| Gimme what you can’t get back, for the five burroughs
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| Verse 1: AZ Yo, it’s hard to show resistance when money-gettin niggas
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| need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
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| Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
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| Plus plea’s, a hundred G’s, I had me blockin out of jail centres
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| I’m recognised by the illest of individuals
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| Killers and criminals, even willies that’s really into jewels
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| But still sceptic on who I cling to Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain’t my man just cos we mingle
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| To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
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| Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it Temporarily the window world, don’t read the wise
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| Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
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| I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
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| cos they analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate
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| That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with black wit
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| Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
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| Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
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| Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G’s)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
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| Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
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| Why don’t you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back, for the five burroughs
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| Verse 2: AZ So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
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| And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain’t much to discuss
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| Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
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| It’s realism so I visualisin to live it Movin cleverly wit intentions of longevity
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| Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
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| symbolises the essence, you’re sailin in a sweppervescence
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| Drug investments, a street thug’s plug, the insurance, but informers
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| they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
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| Life’s a performance so players play wit endurance
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| cos from war sense, any villain’s willing to get more intense
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| They tried to break us but all it did was just make us travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
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| 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,
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| so…
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| Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
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| Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
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| Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G’s)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
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| Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
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| Why don’t you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back (It's real, NYC)
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| Just gimme (QB)
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| Just gimme (B-K, VT)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back (See me, AZ y’all, representin)
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| Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
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| Why don’t you gimme the world (Representin)
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| Gimme what you can’t get back (Life's a bitch…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gimme Yours , by - AZ. Song from the album Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп