Artist: A.I.G. Album: Fame Labs Presents Song: Life & Music Typed by: Cno Evil [Darkim Be Allah] Remember me, Wise and Meek, Iron Reek, we was all in the crew My little niggas getting taller than you I kept signing, but the deal kept falling through The eats and the streets keep calling you, standing here watching the scene Saw D's jumpin' outta the green For a kid, six hollow's in his beam The world turned, I calculated I can make millions Standing right in front of these buildings, if I survive all the killing The gangsters, the thugs and the villains, keep the blood spilling Niggas see the judge or the graveyard on this block Seeing here, they making a pit stop, I fantasize About life in Hawaii, rhyme so the time past by me My life is still grimey Casually bop the stroll, like that old school Who rocked and rolled for the fortune and the fame too Look at all the shit that I done came through Little niggas carrying my name, a few years in the game Seen death, still struggle with the pain Damn, another black main slain, automatics to the brain And locked down with the shackles and the chain *instrumental break* [Darkim Be Allah] I know ya'll niggas heard the rumors Besides how I serve my consumers, that's right, I caught beef Talk shit, I'mma handle it shortly I could feel the eyes when they haunt me Stinking of fear, talk low, when they thinking I'm near Get hype when the coast is clear Real niggas don't front, just to make it appear Couple years done passed, but I still see the Gods when I look in the glass From what I heard, it was over in a flash And exiled, hit 'em from the back like a reptile Shit stay wild like the West Nile Lotta niggas minding my business But I don't talk, drama with bitches See the cook spent time in the kitchen Cuz the beef's on, niggas in the streets singing the same ol' song God heard it in the jail, hollered at me on the horn Yeah God, these niggas talking like, kill it calm Slay down, layed down, gorilla pawn Other than that, I been building Got the same math, from when we was children Lay back, blowing smoke with the ceiling I struggle but a nigga can't stop, so I'm fighting the feeling *instrumental break* [Darkim Be Allah] I rhyme, make beats and I hustle Play the store, if it's war, I'm peached with a heat on my buckle See me, God, get locked for a couple Lead straight til them niggas tongue state then his time was doubled I bubble in that jungle like the style is gone Niggas gotta make these dollars and coins The chambers involved, fully automatic Niggas in the street get gully at it, spit mathematics Play the brick, hit the cabbage, survive at the zenith Try to hold the God, I still raise like the phoenix The world ain't giving me nothing I want, so I gotta keep hustling, fuck small discussion I'm hungry til my ribs is touching Time to eat, find me in the streets, hit the side of my reach Meet the high priest at making the brick pop Love this shit we call hip hop, harm when it get hot Sales on the corner like a six spotted, tricks block