Where Ya'll At Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

(Chorus) 

Where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where where them gangsters at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where them dumbs at? 

Where where them dumbs at? 

Where where them dumbs at? 

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(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 

(Chorus) 

(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 

(Chorus)