Lyrics:
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Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
and chief
Rip tha guys
Tell em free my z's
Im notorious
I know im b-i-g
They tried to leave me dead
I cant d-i-e
He wanna diss the gang
He gon die by me
I
bitch
You better respect this, I step quick
'Cause I got a vicious right hand, but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga
bitch
You better respect this, I step quick
'Cause I got a vicious right hand, but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga
to fight
Whenever the second arrive
Pressure applied indefinite time
Eventually find ya left with a diamond
Insomnia when Im distressed
So I get high
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't
Need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip
Anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my
Throw ya hands up! Throw ya hands up!
In this corner the ghetto gladiator
Iron Mike Tyson never been defeated
Can't keep a good man down!
And in this
players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers,
sips on sysurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kisurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bisurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats ur
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
hand
Lighter in my left
Blowin like a motherfucker, doin it to death
Gotta stay blowed, yes I gotta stay high
Big Snoop Dogg bitch, look up in the sky
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets
'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by
Fuck up the city (Ya)
Fuck up the city I'm with it
And you bitches hate it
He call me big tigger
he like how the kitty go it
Throw some bands and
Watch
did, like my name was Kodak
Ya bitch keep callin'
I ain't call that hoe back
Straight up out the NO, trappin' out the six
Xannies in my mouth screaming
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