you cuffing claim to game? Hey my main thang got my last name Yall naw what i mayne! [Hook - Gucci Mane] I'm on my grind shawty Don't block my shine
they ask where I been? I been rappin You drive cars? You fuckin fag, I been gassing In my eyes is blood, sweat and paint, cause It's a shame that they don't know my
my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic
'd think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without flaws Sound good? Probably is Texted Wiz asking him "where the party is
by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back Shit... [Chorus] [Notorious B.I.G.:] Is my mind playin tricks, like
d think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without flaws Sound good? Probably is Texted Wiz asking him "where the party is
a mind like Einstein Never the swine, I love my family cuz they mine Check out my shit when I slam from my lips It's never no riff cuz my people come
the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar Went from the front, to the
SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some
broke up my happy family had my mom on crack, my daddy on heroine now my Bible's my gun, I'm shootin Scripture like teflon see, all my life he had my
work, Sell what it's worth From the days of way back, The days of my birth I'm so damn cold One blunt in my hand, My bitch in a chokehold The hood taught
outta this hood see this ghetto, Is where a man'll be pickin' up bullet shells at the spots I used to play at And you wonder how it is to see a roaddog
kid drops rhymes with a mind like Einstein Never the swine, I love my family cause they mine Check out my shit when I slam from my lips It's never no
with sharp teeth biting Welcome to my torture chamber are you excited Where guns busters and bloodsuckers are all invited Your blood rushes we start ruckus's it is
OG come out of Paris we gonna have somethin real swole to fold my nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola my nigga Big Poola Mic an we be bout