Lyrics:
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
moon in the beginnin' of March
'Bout the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin'
this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to LA
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbre
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna
to them beats by my honey Get the streets blazin' hot like I'm Johnny
Tryna replay on they block with a button I ain't holdin' on these shots, get to dumpin
ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come
Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come
holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
Ever since I was a youngin holdin' PS2 sticks
I was sayin' go ahead and DUB edition my whips
Ever since I could get paid, I would sit back and say
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
change
I make the means justify the ends
I make the cream, materialize keys to a Benz
And so I'm rollin' for now
Holdin' down the fort, who's
big Shizam jewels
[Raekwon]
Infrared shootin at niggas
We back execution niggas
Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy
Super wizzers, look like Luther
naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big
on a girl I'm datin'
One hand on the cash I'm makin'
We come through like Funky Friday
And have all of your mandem skatin'
I came in
550 on trainers
on a girl I'm datin'
One hand on the cash I'm makin'
We come through like Funky Friday
And have all of your mandem skatin'
I came in
550 on trainers
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop, Woop
that's them fuckin' police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
with diamonds... limo service
Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX
Fans by the millions, catrillions
Tickets sold about two million
At the Great
we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
'Fore I cleaned up
they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
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