Lyrics:
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Big hair, Big nails, Big shoes, What's up
See me at the night club, join me on the dance floor
If you want a good time, meet me by the back door
See
ago(Years ago)
Who you know can kill it since they album dropped some years ago
Aiming for the stars & stay more focus than a telescope(I'm focus)
Bam been
to the side
If im dead by twenty five just know its a suicide
I tried to tell you in the album this is how i say goodbye
Its gon be a big surprise that im
Album homie, I haven't even reached my prime
I look up to the stars and I see my name written up there
This is not a love story no! This is a Rap affair
away by the end of the day
I still have more than y'all I'm bezos
I belong where the stars play
On Madison Square Garden or the Barclays
I could hit
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
celeb that's big time without
Their mum or midwife
Couldn't say a star was born if
They weren't brought in right
So why give a damn about a dislike?
I
album drop I can chat don't flop di more we stock di money we got
Dung yard dem call mi di top a di top PG crown mi di king a di crop
VMA's Ashanti a go
Yeah, what's the deal y'all, this Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters
A small piece of my album
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
I could move to Hollywood
Get my teeth capped I know I could
Be a big star on the silver screen
Just like James Dean, I could be a star
I could
discreet
Dugo, pawes and luha ko
I stand by our people
And they know that I do
I got this bread on me brodie that's BIG Flip
Thats a BIG Flip
My pinoy
Houses of the holy
Was an album by led zeppelin
I bought it on eight track
Not on cd
Fades out in the middle
The way an eight track's s'posed
on my album but don't want me on they shit
Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation
I was really makin' myself, they competition
Fresh off
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
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,
a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Albums out payed for by my fees
Results changed just to suit all my needs
Killed the pain made away from the streats
In school was absent so the score was
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
peeling, ain't no sailing
Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning
(LL, I keep birdies fiending) What you hating for?
(What you want?) (big faces,
retire
Do good if you heard you just Gotta Keep That Fire
Here we go, here we go my album so fire
Emoji so hot gotta know that we Empire
Keep that Fire
Diamond geezer, but he could not please her
The big big big big bed revealer
Jogged in feeler, first place arena
In a beamer or a Benz
Look at these
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
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