going on In the projects my peoples we don't belong (This life ain't livin) [DJ Spinna cuts] I begin to G off on the streets ? Sometimes I wonder what
I.N.S, I.G.T., my heir lights a sodomy The hunger burns fiery, I'm still wide-eyed from the last high Catchin' visions five-times magnified I spit grammar
all G, it's all G, it's all G Ay ay ay ay it's all G It's all G Even though I'm wanted dead or alive By the jackers and the robbers and paramour guys I
I did so much shit, I'm surprised I'm here We don't fear, we don't care, we right here [Hook: Twin Gambino] It's the B-I-G, T-W-I-N-S - and Queensbridge
in the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new apparel I just left the casino, I got money by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert
see that I got it goin' on I wanna make sure you remember me So I'ma leave my number on your video phone I got no time for frontin' I know just what
But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
, triple white Jag Closet full of brand new clothes and handbags Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louie and Bebe Ya ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma
I'm about to- [G. Dep] Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody
, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part
rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a f**k! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and
me Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody And I wasn't
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin
, O.G. of the floss, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black, rich and dangerous I'm with God, I'ma live
I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel And I be up in the
