Twista - Livin' Legend - Intro lyrics

[Verse 1: Twista] No card, no nothing, I was hustling, I was selling game on the bus / Crutch time a little pressure n***a I can't win the game in a clutch / n***as on the gram, flashing money looking like a stain gain to us / Pull up with your main thing, n***a I just want a brain not a gut / Then you can have the hoe back, play with me and get split like a cantaloupe / We making hoes sick, I got the antidote, I be taking pictures whip it and dispense it on my lap / Every time that I spit it I snap, they like the rhythm, they like the pa**ion / They like the talented rap, who f**ing with me I'm winning that stat / She let me hit it then neck, she gon' let my n***a smash that / I ain't lie, I ain't got to stunt about sh**, gang signs / 40 up under my sh**, bang that, rim 40 all on my wrists / My b**h got mad so I got her the same sh**, now she's fine / Why the p**y n***as got a problem with me? Maybe cuz I f**ed his hoe and he saw her with me / Saw me when I pulled up and she hopped in the car with me, yeah she agreed to have a menage with me / Hook Pay in the middle of the fall, when I was aiming right at the middle of your head / No choppers, no ARs (none of that), it was 25 calibers instead / Feeling like everyday could be my last, sh** I was on the mother f**ing end / Till one day I woke up, I was introduced to rapping, how to make bread / By the time, Dre dropped that Chronic, it was [?] on the mood they way I spit / Every time a n***a wake up, I was always on another lit / And every night I lay down, I was always on another b**h / That's why I'm getting money right now, we get it in n***a hand over fist / Verse 2 No L's no nothing, I was still driving, riding with a strap in the rental / Getting to it with a n***a, pull up on him with it hanging like a window / 100 ground [?}, lit his a** up and [?] / Should of play your cards right, n***a now you got your family in the middle / Since sixteen, I was playing around with guns like a [?] / Way before I really try to be a mc, I was squeezing them b**hes till it was empty / Way before they put the charges against me, I was into rap [?] / In the basement starving, just me, with nobody else around it was just beats / So I had to get it, I wanted some better living, fresh out of the kettle with it / Been packing a metal with it, I'm hoping that that'll get it / You make a better decision, I feel like the devil with it / Stay the f** out of my business, I feel like I'm handling it / Scandalous, high of cannabis, rappers want to rap like this, they try to channel this / This sh**'s easy to me, I dismantle it, I'm the catalyst, somebody tell em what time it is / Hook Pay in the middle of the fall, when I was aiming right at the middle of your head / No choppers, no ARs (none of that), it was 25 calibers instead / Feeling like everyday could be my last, sh** I was on the mother f**ing end / Till one day I woke up, I was introduced to rapping, how to make bread / By the time, Dre dropped that Chronic, it was [?] on the mood they way I spit / Every time a n***a wake up, I was always on another lit / And every night I lay down, I was always on another b**h / That's why I'm getting money right now, we get it in n***a hand over [?] /