How Ya Livin'
AZ Nas Lyrics
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Nas: {Verse One}
What?
Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine
no pal of mine
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
You want to stick me, then put ya best to it
I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but don't touch we bad news
AZ: {Verse Two}
American Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential Suites at the Tangiere
CHORUS:
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 dun
Nas:
Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
AZ:
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
Nas:
Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
AZ: {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 possession
Never want for questions, every move made is destined
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
Nas: {Verse Four}
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
that's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6
turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date
y'all playa hate this
To fly for female singers who get face lifts
& fake titties
We rule the world & take cities
I dreamed of this son
Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes
and fiends of the slum (Wor)
CHORUS
AZ (Nas):
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game
from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un)
AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}:
You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
from the Coke game to the Dope game
fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game don't stop, from the Coke game
to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
from the Coke game to the Dope game
AZ:
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
from the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name
The song "How Ya Livin'" by AZ featuring Nas is a depiction of the lavish lifestyle that they are currently living in contrast to the past hardships they have faced. The song opens with Nas rapping about his life of luxury, flaunting his possession of high-end cars and high-flying lifestyle. He warns would-be imitators that they can't keep up and stresses the danger of attempting to take what belongs to him. Whereas in his verse, AZ raps about his ambition to get rich and his family's background as Baptists. He moved on to higher practices and now mingles with successful people. Their experiences of contrast serve to show the listener that the lifestyle they are currently living is hard-won, through trials they have overcome.
The chorus sung together by Nas and AZ is quite catchy and shows the back-and-forth conversation between the duo. Narcissism, competition, and the need to stay at the top of the game are some of the major themes of the song. Their verses convey arrogance, as they describe their wealth and their prowess in acquiring it.
Line by Line Meaning
Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
I have two Benzes parked next to each other, and I am surrounded by crazy, unpredictable people.
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
I am fashionable and have expensive taste, and I am skilled with a .40 caliber gun.
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine no pal of mine
If you envy my lifestyle, we cannot be friends.
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time
I hang out with tough guys who have been stabbed in jail.
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
My group looks like wealthy businesspeople and we all stand out.
American Me, elgancy, treasury
I am like the singer of the movie American Me, elegant and full of money.
Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
After going through different paths in life, I have ended up with a beach house that has a chandelier.
Can't close up shop
We can't quit or stop what we're doing.
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin'
I show off my wealth in the neighborhood, and the police are suspicious.
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
I am a modern version of a classic pimp like Goldie in The Mack, serving my clients.
To fly for female singers who get face lifts & fake titties
I am too good-looking for female singers who get plastic surgery.
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
There is no other direction to go but up to reach the top.
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
I carry a black gun tucked into my waistband instead of using a holster.
Niggas know the game don't change from the Coke game to the dope game
The rules of the drug game are the same whether you are selling cocaine or heroin.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: ANTHONY S CRUZ, L. COPE, LASHAN LEWIS, NASIR JONES
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