Lyrics:
On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones
Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you
their plans
Little men want hood fame so there's
Nuff olders get banged
Been about these streets so long
I took over there land now bloods owed to their
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
and towns.|I'm a Canadian truck driver|and I want to hear a little bit of the North Country for a change.'||Well I said there's always North Bay and|headin' up
-o, town-o, town-o,
many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o.
He ran till he came to a great big bin
where the ducks and the geese were put
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
a wonderful town
I’ll take manhattan
The bronx and staten island too
It’s lovely going through the zoo
The great big city’s a wondrous toy
Just made for
big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young
away
A little fish had to find a bigger bowl
When I touch down on the run way
I'm gonna run straight to my mum
Waiting at the gate
Get the duty free for
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
conquers all
Thought I'd hit it big
Out west on a rig
But I's a couple years too late
So I got me some land
Just north of Durant
Hope it pays off big
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
the smoke
And these rappers big me up 'cause they don't need me at their throats
Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low
Having little
played his game, and I must never quit
He is the ruler of his nation
Glory to the land of Jar
The king of creation
Of micronations
Swaying to the symphony
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
from
People say Big, Big Tom Town'
Well, the land is good and the farming's fine
But it ain't Kildare or the racing kind -
Castleblayney wasn't top
my best
The road rules makes it all worth my while
Living by the Code of the Road
Meanwhile while driving all around
Uptown Downtown Big Town Small
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
before I won it all, I was gonna bin it
Have a little faith, listen to your spirit
Yeah, hanging onto this like Mike on a hoop
Unaffected by radiation
yourself, land of the snakes
Where we live, exposing truth in your words, how many lies you willing to give, seek for
Validation, fuck, what a damn shame, you
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
I got off from Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fucking right I did it
Should of seen the little children in
the best in the town, goin' up so fast, give me my crown
Tryna take my lines up on the beat, come on little boy, just stop that now
I grab my Glock, I'm
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