Live at the Amphitheater

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Twins] Yo, yo, I bring it to these niggas with the foulest method Snatch the necklace off a nigga that been talking reckless See, my twin is in me, accompanied by the long MAC Coming through your hood moving fast in all black Them niggas better fall back—you know what I pack Blow your head off your shoulders, put a hole in your back In my hood where I'm at, stumbling off 'gnac Fixing my MAC—you never seen Twin get jacked Feel me? The same cats who back in the days tried to kill me It's nothing—find me in your club thuggin' Or buggin' with the bitches, gave out a lot of stitches Trying to leave violence alone and see the big picture [Interlude: Big Twin | (The Alchemist)] (What exactly is that?) Fuckin' money That's how we do it, dunn (Yeah, right, right—we gotta make this money, man Not this money make us) Right, right That's how we do it, dunn I feel you, I feel you But it make me wanna go in there and kill somebody sometimes, man So how we do it, dunn (That's why we got this right here) No doubt (Just let all that out on the beats) Right, right (Trust me, man) That's how we do it, dunn (We're gonna get G money) That's what I'm talking about, man Let's do it, man; let's do it man, word up [Verse 2: The Alchemist] Yeah, yeah, man, you know how we do it (How we do it?) Put it down and make them others look stupid (Fuckin' right) You only get back what you're putting into it (I'm tryna tell 'em) They don't listen—they keep do what they doing (Well, fuck 'em then) That's what I'm saying, keep your mind on this music (Yeah, that's right) Stay off the block, I know how fast you could lose it (I got that shit) Keep your pen moving, that's how you could prove it (Well, say no more, man; I got this) Show these clowns how we do it How we do, I'm classic like them old Bally shoes That Slick Rick used a shoehorn to get up into Thug my way through this game, duke—my pages ain't written yet You all up in them guts, that pussy ain't even getting wet (Nah) I splash and splurge, that's my word, I'll spaz on you herbs Word to the suburbs and the cats on the curbs All across the map, across the Earth, I'm holding my worth Step on any turf and rep like I was destined since birth [Verse 3: Big Twins] Yo, I gotta chill but the streets keep calling a nigga Saying, "Come back and regulate all these niggas" It was me, T-Dash, Beef, Stick, and Spank Before you think, you got splashed with a rusty ass shank Queensbridge projects was carved in your face And that's something in your life that you can't erase Fall back—ALC, we on the map On the frontline with the gat, ready to clap WHAT! [Outro] ("Here's a little story...") And we gon' crush 'em at the amphitheater (Can't trust them dudes, man) I know, man I didn't think that brother was like that, you know what I'm sayin'? ("Here's a little...here's a little story") (Man, you was rockin' 'em, you had the whole party jumpin') (Yeah, it was amphitheater, man)