Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go

Sing with the song of Nas, Life's A Bitch lyrics!

Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye

Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

nas

Artist Information

Name:	Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones
Profile:	The son of jazz musician Olu Dara, Nasir was born in Long Island in 1973. He moved to the notoriously harsh Queensbridge Projects and in 1985 he went to hell for snuffin' Jesus. Obviously he got out, because by 1991 he was the street disciple who's voice box locked and excelled like a rocket. He signed to Columbia Records and released possibly the most acclaimed Hiphop album of all time, "Illmatic". His following albums have failed to garner quite the same praise, but his body of work is some of the finest and most thoughtful lyricism in Hiphop's catalog. Even now Nas manages to pull fans from both the MTV crowd and the underground.
Albums / OSTs:	exit wounds god's son i am illmatic it was written men in black nastradamus stillmatic street's disciple Click here to view All Albums and Song Lyrics of Nas!