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......)