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
say I am old, but I'm new to a few And I'm blessed... esh you I came to get me and I got you And I'm so me and I'm not you And even if you get married
Verse 1 - B.G.] Look I'm hard as they come and niggaz know that and if I fuck with a hoe and leave I can't go back I'm too true to the game dogg I can
done it. I can't fuck with you at all if you can't keep it a hundred. I can't fuck with you at all if you ain't about gettin' money. I be thuggin' in
background about me or my life style I ain't never backed down I ain't never froze up, I ain't never turned state I ain't never missed when I empty the
.G.] You don't know, ask somebody, they'll tell ya I'm the truth I can't get pussy-whipped, my dick is pussy-proof I see ya lookin at me, ya see me lookin
.G.] I been on the road movin coke and slangin raps traveling putting Chopper City on the map I know I?m a get it with other niggas I?m the underdawg
I drive I'm G'd Up, A Soldier now, Thats gonna be til I die Feety gonna hold me down with the tracks you feel and vibe Yeah I used to get loaded, I got
[B.G.] Girl I can't believe you, how you gon Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you The way I break my back, good as I treat you I keep saying
I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit Like if-I-can't-get-you-I-kidnap-your-mother shit Or duct
still flossin in nothin but rides I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires I know I'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed I know I
sizin' up get they life took B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin' Turk: For my nigga
we meet I gotta protect me I can't let cha doom check me I stays on my Ps I can't see wettin' the B.G. Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga Got beams
: [B.G.] I be thug'n and it ain't no secret I run game so when it's ran on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em
slid I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I'm raised Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that trigga play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin