[AZ] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son

Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?

[Nas] Yea yea

[AZ] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?

[Nas] Yea yea

[AZ] Cause we spendin these Jackson's

The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go

[Nas] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right?

Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?

Yo then what man, what?? *echoes*



Verse One: AZ the Visualiza



Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary

And my mentality is, money orientated

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin

Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us

Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough

so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors

me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers

Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high

Cause life's a bitch and then you die



Chorus: AZ the Visualiza



Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high

Cause you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye

Cause you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high

Cause you never know when you're gonna go -a