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