You Wouldn't Understand Lyrics - Nas

Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn 

Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet 

You say you set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients 

That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and 

You never knew how to make dollars 

You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's 

I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle 

Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint 

Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy 

Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey 

Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down 

My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out 

20 years getting money in the dirty south 

That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude 

So I'm yelling free my nigga 

My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too 

For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it 

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Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am 

Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been and what I do 

No matter how you try you never can 

Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been, where I been 

You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver? 

Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana 

Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived 

And praise God with a bullet I never collided 

Some did and they lived, I salute the gods 

Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all 

N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit 

Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga 

Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat 

And vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio 

On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle 

Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO 

Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men 

My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends 

Dedication, hard work, routine builds character 

In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers 

Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it 

Break through walls like Pink Floyd 

And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol, y'all 

Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes 

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Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am 

Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been and what I do 

No matter how you try you never can 

Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been, where I been 

Now holla at a millionaire 

Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear 

Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside 

Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly 

Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch 

Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys 

Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties 

If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside 

Fuck it, I'mma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday 

Until then, let's go on a shopping spree 

Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs 

Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat 

But tonight we on chill, nigga, chill mode 

Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay 

It's like we always on the grind with no brakes 

So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation 

Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am 

Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been and what I do 

No matter how you try you never can 

Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand 

Where I been, where I been 

True B nigga, yeah 

For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah 

To my man Eric B, what up? Yeah 

The whole city, I see you 

To my man Big Slate in the fed joint 

My man Spunk, free my niggas 

All my niggas, yeah 

Club Vernon, I see you 

I see you, yeah 

And Baltum, I see you