[Produced by Pete Rock]

[Intro: Nas]

Word up, A, I had the joint out!

Nigga gon' ask me what I want, know what I'm sayin'?

I'm like...

[Chorus: Nas]

Gimme, just gimme, for the N.Y.C

Gimme what you can't get back (We keep it real, y'all)

Gimme, why don't you gimme the world?

Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs

[Verse 1: AZ]

Yo, it's hard to show resistance

When money-gettin' niggas need my assistance

To stack figures beyond non-existence

Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cause bein' poor produced persistence

Plus pleas, a hundred G's will have me blockin' out a jail sentence

I'm recognized by the illest of individuals, killers and criminals

Even willies that's really into jewels

But still skeptic on who I cling to

'Cause every single nigga that swing through

Ain't my man just 'cause we mingle

Too much snake shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit

Filled with envy and hatred, but my high helps me escape it

Temporarily, though it don't worry me

The wise verbally nourish me

Properly with that inner-city urban G, see

I fuck with those beyond my age bracket

'Cause they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it

Leavin' no trace to track it, kingpin thinkin' tactics is accurate

That mack shit, livin' the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with

[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 dat)

Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)

Why don't you gimme the world? (Rollin' with us)

Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs

[Verse 2: AZ]

So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe

And until I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss

Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards

It's realism, so I visualize it to live it

Movin' cleverly, with intentions of longevity

Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers others would never see, G

So through the crest in my glow of fluorescence

Symbolizes the essence, yet still in a schweppervescence

Drug investments — a street thug's plug, the insurance

But informers'll have you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enormous

Life's a performance, so players, play with endurance

'Cause for more cents, any villain's willin' 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

'Cause though we know somehow we all gotta go

As long as we leavin' thievin'

We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough, 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 (The money getters, the high bidders)

Why don't you gimme the world? (Rollin' with us)

Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, N.Y.C)

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, and then you die)