How Ya Livin'? Lyrics - Az The Visualiza

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 wanna 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