(BK, VT)
'Cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more intense
(Money getters, the high bidders)
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Just gimme
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
'Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
Leavin' no trace to track it, keep on thinkin' tappers is accurate
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five Burroughs
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world?
Need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
(True dat, I thought you knew that)
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
I'm recognized by the idlest of individuals
But still septic on who I cling to
Just gimme
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
Gimme what you can't get back
Just gimme
(It's real, NYC)
Just gimme
(Rollin' wit us)
(Pimp lines and dollar signs)
'Cos every single nigga that swing through
Just gimme
(Rollin' trees, stackin' G's)
Gimme what you can't get back
To mistake shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit
Just gimme
(Rollin' trees, stackin' G's)
That mack shit, livin' the lifestyle, we filled with black wit
I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
Why don't you gimme the world?
Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers, others would never see, G
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
Gimme what you can't get back
They had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enormous
(QB)
Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cos bein' poor produced persistence
(Rollin' wit us)
Symbolizes the essence, you're sailin' in a sweppervescence
Movin' cleverly wit intentions of longevity
Just gimme
Just gimme
Gimme what you can't get back
(Yeah, the street life is strife life)
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin' niggas
(Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world?
(Representin')
(True dat, I thought you knew that)
Ain't my man just 'cos we mingle
Gimme what you can't get back
Just gimme
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail centers
Temporarily the window world, don't read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
As long as we're leavin' thievin', we'll be leavin' wit some kind of doe
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five Burroughs
So
'Cos they analyze and mack to get the papers and stack it
(Pimp lines and dollar signs)
It's realism so I visualisin' to live it
Life's a performance so players play wit endurance
Travel across acres for papers, bona fide money takers
Why don't you gimme the world?
So do the crest in my claw, fluorescents
(See me, AZ y'all, representin')
