Artist: A.I.G. Album: Fame Labs Presents Song: Where Does That Leave Me Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Darkim Be Allah (AllahWise)] King Christ on the dice (yeah, it's the author) T-Big, Fame Labs up in this muthafucka (Sha Born you still with us) [Chorus: Darkim Be Allah] I ain't caught up in this, it just feeds me Open my eyes and it free me Niggas catching dimes, to a lifetime, please believe me Seeds need me, and where does that, leave me [Darkim Be Allah] Catch me fucking me the Fame, gold chains hanging on me Shorty and the dame start ganging on me Two G shit start changing on me, life start to go off track Had me wanting time to turn back to days when We would slap box and it was playing These days everybody's a killer, six shot clip to filler T-Big, armed gorilla, my family drop, slash, I blast Caught in the myst of forsaken, little killas in the making Pops, I remember that nigga, he was real in his lifetime Passed DNA down the pipeline, wolf like a sheep with the triggers And keep the figures, do it in the street like niggas I keep that tradition, everything that's gold don't glisten Pass the long, Sha Born gone, remember we would smoke, lay back Went out of town and never came back, exacty Wise had the theme song, Sha had the cracks for me Hoes had the beams on, the Gods had the straps for me [Chorus 2X] [AllahWise] While you selling out for Cash Rules, I catch jewels My Supreme Mathematics is tools to build schools Won't, blick or snooze, while he sit back, sittin' we fools Smoke a lot of weed and drink booze with street dudes They try to put they feet in your shoes, walk around like they big dudes Make a big move, you know the name of the game Head/tails, choose, big bet, win it or lose Fuck it God, we George Cloons', out ducking the boys in blue Buck shot bruise hit everybody, spit like a half a shotty This rap is a hobby, got me, ready to pop me, like a business man, big scam Put it down like this is the plan, wrote it out, like 4/5/6 in my hand Shit the banks in my hand, me and Banks in Miam', out in a carivan Lampin' on a beach in the sand, still cracking the can For old times sake, got to watch snakes Try'nna pour a little swine in your cake, make your stomach ache Bronx Bomb, make they cup shake, don't make a mistake What you got, best believe dogs, we coming to take All the food on your plate, so you can lose weight Now all they do is hate, I heard 'em try'nna tell us Move from the gates, saying we came too late Didn't wanna hear our demo tape, acting we wasn't in shape So we got big, like we been upstate And hit a bid, with one eye awake, try'nna get a break [Chorus 2X] [AllahWise] Everyday is a struggle, word is bond, God, we gotta get paid So we bubble every flip, make the money double Put it together like two couples, came to make the game buckle Rock it like a rope chain with the buckle Big gold ring bling near the knuckle Fuck it, I'm still the king when I come through Swing with the one-two, now we battle, we bring guns too Bust off shots, no way to run too, it's real life Life is a lesson God [Darkim Be Allah] Life got me stressing God, I crash the doors, smash easily Po' pull out the guns but that don't freeze me Paid a nigga back, did him greasy Summer '96 shit, this time drug crimes get a listed Heard I stopped the rhyme, got it twisted I'm still a holy hole toast Could of had it all, and we was so close At the chance, next to advance, and through the gold post Sit back, lamp like we old folks, blow smoke, my soul woke [Chorus 2X]