My Story Your Story Lyrics – Nas, DJ Premier

My Story Your Story Lyrics

[Intro: Nas & AZ]
Sos’, sound crazy right here
Yeah, immaculate
Sound like we opening new spots in Vegas
It been a minute, Esco, oh, indeed
Every time the right time
Yeah, ladies, y’all invited
Always, always, ladies
Let’s get money now, let’s get money on ’em
How much we talkin’? Tryna diversify the portfolio
What else, God? Everything else
Well, let’s get to it, yeah

[Chorus: Nas & AZ]
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
I could cry more stories

[Verse 1: Nas & AZ]
Fuck a orgy, touch her face, two mouths kissin’ on me
Fuck off me, can’t fuck ’em all, that’s too costly
Saucy, suck her softly, awkwardly fingerfuckin’ her cautiously
Talk to me, that’s that joy brought thoughtfully
The mature me, there’s more to the story, glory
Surely, switch sides for the Lyft ride, the fish fried
It’s them guys with they money up
Diamonds jumpin’ like Bobby with a Gumby cut
Choosing wisely, high as the movie Friday, one hundred blunts
Pre-roll, never we fold, fuck it, heat hold
But me though, had to piss OZs out for my P.O
We herbalists, raised by gangsters on streets that’s murderous
Work too much, taking vacations more, it work for us
Thanks to us, it’s more fly living and less angel dust, tangled up
Up in the mountains, don’t let ’em hang you up

[Chorus: Nas & AZ]
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories (Woo)
Get fly, raw stories (Fly)
Who could cry more stories?

[Verse 2: Nas & AZ]
Glasses tilt pour for me, brownstone four stories
Eyes on all glory, we outgrown them worn Mauri’s
With the mic cord, I could talk to GD’s and Vice Lords
Folk Nation, Mexican gangs, that’s doin’ life for it
Criss cross, crash out, kitted cars cashed out
Cul-de-sac glass house, solar facts, ask ’bout
Twelve jewels, show and prove, Earth revolve around the sun
To know whom and what you are, food shelter bound to come
Love, peace and happiness, this is what we rappin’ with
Still, we ain’t havin’ it, relaxed around the savages
Exactly what our fabric is, others are embarrassin’
Arm and hammer balancin’ sneaker box what the cash was in
Battleland, back then bricks built from a half a gram, ashy hands
No gloves cookin’ up, had a master plan (Woo)

[Chorus: Nas & AZ]
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
I could cry more stories
My story, your story
Weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories
Who could cry more stories?
[Outro: Nas, AZ & Ad-Rock]
360, this crazy right here, this was needed
We needed this right here (Turn up)
Yeah, another joint, yeah
Tied one, we tied the knot on this one, yes, sir
QB, what’s goin’ on? Brooklyn
BK, worldwide, yeah
Serious right here, Bronx
Y’all wanted this, Harlem
This what y’all wanted
Staten Island (What else y’all want?), Long Island (Hahahaha), Yeah
Esco, What up, Sos?
Time is perfect, It is, man
What this, your twentieth joint? Huh
This is like, yeah, I can’t even count no more
Serious right here, man
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean, bro?
Feel good, this feel good, man
This feel like Delancey Street, this feel like (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Feel like Albee Square Mall, it feel like
Yo, this is, this is, this is, this is 2030 right now (Hahahaha)
We from the cloth, kid, yeah, boy
Preemo, Preem
Shit another classic, man, bring it to a closure
A little story
A little story
A little story
A little story