Текст песни AZ the Visualiza f Nas Escobar - Pieces Of A Man
AZ the Visualiza f Nas Escobar - Pieces Of A Man слова песни
Nas: {Verse One}What?Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlinsGaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this isLife now, let me find out, you want the life style of mineno pal of mineRunnin` wit goons wit knife wounds from jail timeGot the squad lookin` like tycoon, we all shineWhile we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th streetWatch how honey in the Lex do itI`m in the 6 V wit the 12 next to itYou wanna stick me, then put ya best to itI die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try thatCheck the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply thatCash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoosYou can look, but don`t touch we bad newsAZ: {Verse Two}American Me, elgancy, treasuryWit the hopes to be rich before the bury meBorn a Baptist, but moved on to higher practiceMy fire ashes, only macks I interact witWe all Dons, strong arm, all on calm But if it`s war we on, comin` for niggas who crossed me wrongSelect features, sit back connect the piecesInject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechlessHe saw me sprout, goin` through worlds that wore me outNever call me out, bitches and money, that`s what we all aboutThrough all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliereMe & my crew, mad cans of beerIt`s copin`, live vibe, still eyes open, it`s clearPresidential Suites at the TangiereCHORUS: Nas:How you livin` on your block? AZ:Mines is hot, how you livin` on your block?Nas:I got it locked, what`s goin` down on your side, who got shot?AZ:Same shit dunNas:Yeah, alright I`ll meet you up topAZ:Yo it`s hard to shake this feelin` that I might get knockedNas:Dun you know it don`t stop, we can`t close up shopAZ: {Verse Three}VVSin`, nuttin` less than how we steppin`Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &See me flexin` through the hood, d`s be stressin`Illegal search, tryin` to find weapons for gun possessionNever want for questions, every move made is destinedBlack professors, let`s take it back to the essenceAnother version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin`Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin`Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damageThe path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannonchipped up, live by morals don`t get it mixed upDis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cupSwitched up, slow goin`, gold showin`Doe flowin`, eyes don`t lie, hoes knowin`Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashionTrained in mackin` never, rockin` Gators clashin`Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaireMake it more severe, lockin` shit down all this yearNas: {Verse Four}Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphereNuttin` stoppin` us here, we lockin` this hereWit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holsterSee me at the Copa, platinum chokaThe God`s wit me, mad blunt smoke, it`s hard to miss mePick one out of two dimes to twist meNew nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shitthat`s strictly made for cats whose richExcuse me, is that your bitch in my 6turnin` up the volume when she hear my hitsOn her wall mad flicks, now you want me blastedBut don`t get it confused over this rap shitKinda laced, lookin` at diamonds in my onyx faceOyster perpetual Roly wit the day & dateY`all playa hate thisTo fly for female singers who get face lifts& fake tittiesWe rule the world & take citiesI dreamed of this son