Songtext Gimme yours von Az

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Doe or die

1995

Gimme yours

Featuring Nas]
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...

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Featuring Nas] 
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...