Nas - Find Your Wealth lyrics

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Nas - Find Your Wealth lyrics

1st verse: From breaking atoms to illmatic to going platinum n***as 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 page in a Quran I learnt that in '89 when I was slangin' c**aine and baby nines Put it in rappin' I gave y'all a way to rhyme GOD guides us from public a**istance, 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, identities have been changed To protect the innocent, witnessing n***as', mistakes Visits at f**in 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 n***as never wanna see you wit it f** them know n***as can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few Guns that will touch a crew Cause we learnt to what the hustlas do 2nd verse: Different ways took 'em out the hood, in cuffs or a casket Or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket Or maybe, its the rap sh**, all types of tactics We used to get dough Some choose kickin' in doors I ask the reverend, my mother, and her best friend Less than 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 j**elry was hot Duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop To make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains Hit Can*l St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a gla** 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 muthaf**a what! CHORUS 3rd verse: \To them n***as who get life and throw a smile at the judge Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood Keepin' b**hes 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 forgotten by most n***a's Wife cut him out of they life, b**h now right Friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife Every year n***as come home, in no time they get k**ed Not even home a month and they get peeled backwards In they own backyard or on the park, one to the head Two the heart, you should be smart In the projects who gon' die next, hoodrats know Who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow Like the b**h who know the rats wit the good a** blow Blunts be as good a** fold, as you twisting ya dro! CHORUS 2X

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