Intro: Nas
 Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
 Gimme what you can't get back
 Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
 Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
 Verse 1: AZ
 Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin niggas
 need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
 Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
 Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres
 I'm recognised by the illest of individuals
 Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
 But still sceptic on who I cling to
 Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain't my man just cos we
 mingle
 To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
 Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
 Temporarily the window world, don't read the wise
 Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
 I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
 cos they analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it
 Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate
 That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with black wit
 Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
 Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
 Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
 Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
 Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
 Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
 Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
 Verse 2: AZ
 So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
 And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
 Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
 It's realism so I visualisin to live it
 Movin cleverly wit intentions of longevity
 Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
 So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
 symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence
 Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
 they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
 Life's a performance so players play wit endurance
 cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more intense
 They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
 travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
 Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
 As long as we're leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit some kind of doe,
 so...
 Chorus: Nas, (AZ)
 Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
 Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
 Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
 Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
 Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
 Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)
 Just gimme (QB)
 Just gimme (B-K, VT)
 Gimme what you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin)
 Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
 Why don't you gimme the world (Representin)
 Gimme what you can't get back (Life's a bitch...