Nas

Nas - Find Your Wealth songtekst

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From breaking atoms  to illmatic  to going platinum
 niggas did change course  from ripping it wit Main Source
 9 1 9 2  time flew  out the blue
 time for a new  young king to rule
 younger frame  older state of mind  
 find my name on a oage in ya Quran
 I learnt that in '89  when I was slingin' cocaine & baby nines
 put it in rappin'  I gave y'all a way to rhyme
 GOD guides us  from public assistance, to high risers
 condos, houses where y'all can't find us
 move on ya cliques in silence, get wetted up,
 my meal everyday was a slice & 7up
 took advice from a street legend, I didn't even been change
 too protect the innocent, witnessing, mistakes,
 visits at fuckin wakes, cause jealously infiltrates,
 and seals ya fate.

 (CHORUS)
 Look way deep inside yourself
 discover the diamond inside
 find ya wealth
 once you get it
 you gotta live it
 then live it
 niggas don't never wanna see you wit it
 you know
 can't come close enough to touch the dough
 the lifestyle I live is untouchable
 so we clutch a few
 guns that a touch a crew
 cause we learnt to what the hustlas do.

 2nd verse:
 Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket
 or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket
 or maybe, its the rap shit, all types of tactics
 we used to get dough
 some choose kickin' in doors
 I ask a reverend, my mother, and her best friend
 less thean ten, years ago for me to get dough
 what y'all recommend, it's outta dope, weed or blow
 cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot
 duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop
 to make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains
 hit Canal St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a glass,
 went in the store and asked,how much it cost?
 Korean man brushing me off, for some other big time customer,
 probably a hustla, who looked down at my small chain
 and chuckled up,
 I said I'll be just like you soon muthafucka what!

 CHORUS

 3rd verse:
 Sit amongst niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge,
 wildest thugs, who blow trial, exhile from the hood,
 keepin' bitches coming through on visits,
 you will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
 ya first tiime in you known for poppin' ya toast
 by ya third year in you forgetten by most
 wife cut the modenr day life, bitch now right
 friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife
 every year niggas come home, in no time they get killed
 not even home a month and they get peeled backwards
 in they on backyard on the park, one shot to the head
 two the heart, you should be smart
 in the projects who gonna die next, hoodrats know
 who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow
 like the bitch who know the rats wit the good ass blow
 blunts be as good ass fold, as you twisting ya dro!

 CHORUS 2X
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (J-Love Self-released)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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