Nas – Where Y’all At?

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Where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where where them gangsters at?

Where them dimes at?

Where them dimes at?

Where them dimes at?

Where where them dimes at?

Where where them dimes at?

[Nas]

I slow dance with the Devil

Snow setting in the bezzle

Mo’ sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville

Polo black scented, eyes squinted

Air Force One’s, with my own patent in it

Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy

Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality

Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green

Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens

With no AKs, I’m the ambassador

Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.

Lotta blood gonna splash in war

Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest

But y’all ain’t never seen nothing

Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench

That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate

Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent

To get the best man, yall niggaz ain’t silencing shit

Ya bench been wanna police the dick

The big Benz, Imma model ya chick

Was that posing, cash froze her

Cats stroke her, once I smash it’s over

Cold like ice, more chains than slaves

Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel

Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble

I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

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[Nas]

The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya

If you stand close to the woofer

Betcha get sprayed by my lecture

Any club with ladies or dimes, I’m a regular

Give it up smooth, I ain’t beggin ya

Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac

Back of the Maybach, taste that, don’t waste that

Eat with my elbows top of the table

Street etiquette with speech impediments

And s’til see presidents, no matter who paid

Cause you ain’t take the last dollar made

Long as they keep printing it, there’s chances of getting it

Money’s my bitch, and we stay intimate

Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung

Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I’m from

Q Boro, specifically The Bridge

Don’t ask no more question, ya know what it is

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[Nas]

Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking

Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic

My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what

Financer, skull doo wrapped up

Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor

Diversified all my circle

Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness

Numero uno, annuit to wet this

That’s the language of our Latin ancestors

On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message

In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria

My criteria, smoke cigars

Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll

With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing

Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket

Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick

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