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Find Ya Wealth Lyrics - Essential - Nas

Crime, life, bitches, money, time 

For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's 

Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what? 

One time, two times 

 

From 'Breaking Atoms' to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinum 

Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source 

Nine-one, nine-two, time flew 

Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule 

 

Younger frame, older state of mind 

Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89 

When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's 

Put it in rap and I gave ya'll a way to rhyme 

 

God guides us, from public assistance to high rises 

Condos, houses where y'all can't find us 

Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up 

My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up 

 

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Took advice from a street legend 

Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent 

Witnessin' niggaz mistakes, visits at niggaz wakes 

'Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate 

 

Look way deep inside yourself 

Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth 

Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit 

Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' 

 

Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough 

The lifestyle I live is untouchable 

So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 

'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do 

 

Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket 

Or crazy, or shootin' three pointer baskets 

Or maybe, it's the rap shit, all type of tactics 

We use to get dough, some choose kickin' in doors 

 

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I asked a reverend, my mother and a best friend 

Less than ten years ago for me to get dough 

What ya'll recommend is either dope weed or blow 

'Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot 

 

Duckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown 

Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains 

Canal Street, just lookin' at rings 

Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it cost 

 

Korean man brushin' me off 

For some other big time customer, probably a hustler 

Who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up 

I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker what?" 

 

Look way deep inside yourself 

Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth 

Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit 

Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' 

 

Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough 

The lifestyle I live is untouchable 

So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 

'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do 

 

To them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge 

Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood 

Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits 

You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished 

 

You first time in, you known for poppin' your toast 

By your third year in you, forgotten by most 

Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't write 

Friends actin' like they don't be gettin' your kites 

 

It be ill, niggaz comin' home and no time to get killed 

Not even home a month and they get peeled 

Backwards in they own backyard or in the park 

One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart in the projects 

 

Who gon' die next? 

Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow 

Like the niggaz know the rats, with some good asshole 

Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin' your 'dro 

 

Look way deep inside yourself 

Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth 

Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit 

Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' 

 

Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough 

The lifestyle I live is untouchable 

So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 

'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do 

 

Feel me? 

One time, huh, two times, uh, uh, uh 

What, what, what? Uh, uh, uh 

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