Find Ya Wealth

[Nas]<br>Crime, life, bitches, money<br>Time..<br>For my Braveheart`s.. my Braveheart`s<br>Uhh, uhh, uhh.. what, what, what?<br>One time.. two times..<br><br>From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic", to goin platinum<br>Shit did change course since rippin it with Main Source<br>Nine-one, nine-two, time flew<br>Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule<br>Younger frame, older state of mind<br>Find my name on a page in your Qu`ran, I learned that, in `89<br>When I was slingin cocaine and baby 9`s<br>Put it in rap and I gave y`all a way to rhyme<br>God guides us, from public assistance to high rises<br>Condos, houses where y`all can`t find us<br>Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up<br>My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up<br>Took advice from a street legend<br>Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent<br>Witnessin niggaz mistakes, visits at niggaz wakes<br>Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Look way deep inside yourself<br>Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth<br>Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit<br>Niggaz never wanna see you with it, FUCK THEM THO`<br>Niggaz can`t come close enough to touch the dough<br>The lifestyle I live is untouchable<br>So we clutch a few, guns that`ll touch your crew<br>Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do<br><br>[Nas]<br>Different ways to come out the hood - in cuffs or a casket<br>or crazy, or shootin three pointer baskets<br>Or maybe - it`s the rap shit, all type of tactics<br>we use to get dough, some choose kickin in doors<br>I asked a reverand, my mother and a best friend<br>less than ten years ago for me to get dough<br>What y`all recommend is either dope weed or blow<br>Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot<br>Duckin truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown<br>Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains<br>Canal Street, just lookin at rings<br>Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked<br>how much it cost, Korean man brushin me off<br>for some other big time customer, probably a hustler<br>who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up<br>I said, "I`ll be just like you soon, motherfucker what?"<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>To them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge<br>Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood<br>Keepin bitches, comin through on visits<br>You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished<br>You first time in you known for poppin your toast<br>By your third year in you forgotten by most<br>Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don`t write<br>Friends actin like they don`t be gettin your kites<br>It be ill, niggaz comin home and no time to get killed<br>Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards<br>in they own backyard or in the park<br>One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart<br>In the projects, who gon` die next?<br>Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow<br>Like the niggaz know the rats, with some good asshole<br>Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin your `dro<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Nas]<br>Feel me?<br>One time, huh, two times, uhh uhh uhh<br>What what what? Uhh uhh uhh..