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 [Nas] 
You could die young out here 
Mess around and die before 21 out here 
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser 
She not asking questions 
She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket resting 
Weed so loud they got surround sound 
Smoking good shit cause they tryna take me back to some hood shit 
Any club, any fly fair 
If they start shooting all they remember is nas was there 
Some homies of yours banging affiliation on their personal time 
Conflict with business can hurt down the line 
It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with 
Your man conversation end up getting you hit 
Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters 
Strippers, dealers and killers, leaches and opportunists 
Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the ubers 
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through your 
You wouldn't get that from me though, you'd overlook me 
Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy 
Got a pretty real dope life 
Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, pks, 9's and .45's 
7.62's, deer hunting rifle shells, life is hell 
Pussy sweeter than wine tasting 
But we won't self indict ourselves 
Be our own prosecutor, won't 25 to life ourselves 
We bout that moolah, rich shooters. 
[Hook - rick ross & nas] 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us 
Trust 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us. 
[Rick ross] 
Calculating, touching money, these niggas masturbating 
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated 
Double-m umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter 
Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you 
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side 
Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide 
Marc jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white bitch 
Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous 
Follow the rules, never let a man take your jewels 
And if he do, double back make sure he make the news 
It ain't arrest, they ain't a pussy til it's time to bust 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us. 
[Hook - rick ross & nas] 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us 
Trust 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us. 
[Rick ross] 
Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back 
Only one in the studio that could get a pack 
Raw deal, rob a nigga like it's on my appeal 
Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel 
Went to the line and got em bitches on the same day 
Straight to the jeweler, and did the watches the same way 
Young sav on face time, talking cake time 
Next crib I build got cross state lines 
Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve 
And half the team, got the choppers with the shoulder slings 
It ain't a rust, stay in the trap til you a hundred up 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us. 
[Hook - rick ross & nas] 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us 
Trust 
You getting money, got a body then you one of us. 
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