Artist: Nas f/ Victoria Monet Album: Life Is Good Song: You Wouldn't Understand Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Nas] Yeah! Harlem! Bronx! Brooklyn! [Verse One: Nas] Let's make a bet I know the reason you ain't make it yet You say you set but you ain't see the tedious ingredients That go inside of a rider you hidin for problems And, you never knew how to make dollars You couldn't make orders at a drive through McDonald's I was fly at the Apollo with Black Jason '89 with a bottle Niggas jealous of Jason dark green seven forty no tint Rollie on wrist gleamin he rocked the baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis and Halsey Copped chocolate tie, burnin style and burn it down My nigga hype in the federal joint verdict out 20 years gettin money in the dirty south That's alleged, you see my nigga a stand up dude So I'm yellin free my nigga My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too For what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it [Chorus: Victoria Monet] Who you are, ain't in the recipe of what I am 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, and what I do, no matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Verse Two: Nas] You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver? Not me, call me lucky Nas Casalana All but shot in the medulla oblongata And survived to praise God, with a bullet I never collided Some did and they lived, I salute the guys My west spillin splash my mistake on my 10 booth for ya N.Y. nigga, Adidas Joggin suit, shell toe, slim fly nigga Hudson river, rent a boat, t shirt with a dinner coat A Venice villa like I'm the ghost of Demetrio On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle Like a old B.K. gangsta but I'm the C.E.O. Of Nasty Minds Enterprises, master mind made men My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends Dedication hard work, routine builds character In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers Never make choices out of desperation I think through it, break through walls like Pink Floyd And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y'all Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes [Chorus: Victoria Monet] Who you are, ain't in the recipe of what I am 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, and what I do, no matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Verse Three: Nas] Now holla at a millionaire Rollie he blow an audemar, decided which one to wear Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the creamed guts inside Or the super sport range truck that's fly Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire bitch Gats on the side I don't really trust this guy Spent a couple bucks tonight on bottles on cuties, if she beautiful The lustful type, I hit it and bust inside Fuck it I'm a die one day, they 'gon probably make that day a holiday Until then, let's go on a shoppin spree Speakin for my real niggas, only OG'S Certified, who kill niggas, when put in that seat, but tonight we on chill nigga Chill mode, spill mo' spades Listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay It's like we always on the grind, with no brakes So tonight we 'gon act like we on vacation, with this on rotation [Chorus: Victoria Monet] Who you are, ain't in the recipe of what I am 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, and what I do, no matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from, and what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Outro: Nas] Uh! For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah To my man Eric B, whattup? Yeah! The whole city, I see you To my man Big Slate, in the fed joint, my man Spark Free my niggas, all my niggas, yeah! Club Vernon, I see you, I see you! Yeah! The Balton, I see you!