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no mere
Left us a magic we can all share

Big bill broonzy and all of his friends
The joint be jumpin' till the living end
So special, all those
or two
Cause that's the way we do it, fella
The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level!

(Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh)

[Bushwick Bill]
How many
The house stood empty on a corner
Waiting for a brand new owner
A soldier off to war who had to leave his bride alone

She couldn't buy too many
Anything is better than breakin my back
So many headaches, now I'm askin for Aspirine and more pills
Damn, more bills
There's gotta be a brighter day,
cloverland that's all I know
And big head dollars that's all I hold

Big body on brauders that's all I know
20 inch rims is all I roll

And my watch too
runnin' low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems got me stressed out
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems got me stressed out
What you’re doing you’ve got seven days to move out
Go n
you mean by too many 'nots'?

[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough

[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
trife
Around my way they shot many teens
And them cops better stop, or I'mma stop em, by any means
The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em
And if you
mistakes just like you, I pray just like you 
In love just like you, got bills just like you 
I'm only human loved by millions 
I'm just like you
Will i live to see his face?
Or will another come to take my place?
In total isolation
Surrounded by fears
Too many clowns ,too many tears
Isolation
over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin together

The truth is, many
over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made fire, by two sticks rubbing together
The truth is, many
What we left him to.
Six big policemen answered the call,
All white, and no child in them.
They put the driver up against his car
And beat the hell
is about
So many women with big breasts
Make it look so sad and I thought well
Maybe it has something to do with the weight
The burden there is
the bitch, you wanna fuck
If she say no so what?

'Cause all you really wanna do is get this cash
Pull hundred dollar bills out a bitch's ass
Too many niggaz
ain't too many toads.

There's nothin' but, There's nothin' but mud in there an' there's all kinds a' crud, an' it's layin' all over the place so you'd
seaters
We got money to make
And many records to break
We not (sometimes) to any so make no mistake
Listen

Oh, honey (So So Def)
You can have me,
letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's

Who in?  Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud?
services as a bodyguard, 
For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares
Hah, And too many green apples.

And Lord knows, I.O.U. for
before the fun was about to begin) 
Yo yo  one bitten  jabberjaws  tryin' to taste the 
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they flaws 
Too many
homeless guy
And an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant?
An ironic way to die

And what's domain, domain, range
A kid with too much in his pants
For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares
Ha, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows, I.O.U. for medical attention,
For
seaters
We got money to make
And many records to break
We not (sometimes) to any so make no mistake
Listen

Oh, honey (So So Def)
You can have me,
the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with