A.I.G. – Letras de Where Does That Leave Me

[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]