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Decade 1994-2004

2004

01. Life's a bitch
02. Sugar hill - az
03. Your world don't stop [original version]
04. Uncut raw
05. Do or die
06. Mo money, mo murder
07. Sosa
08. Payback
09. How ya livin'
10. Birth
11. Thoro
12. Final call
13. Magic hour
14. Hold no grudge
15. I'm your man
16. Side to side
17. We gone make it right
18. Sunshine
19. Everything is everything
20. Platinum bars
21. Love is love
22. Affirmative action ii
23. Time
24. Gangsta shit
25. Let me know

How ya livin'

[Featuring Nas]
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

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[Featuring Nas] 
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