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Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

I'm pulling out my torch
I'm gonn hit somethin', Whatever
Slugs through your avirex leather
I close one lid
So I could aim a little better
I stop firing

understand 
I have a business 
And I’m the fucking man 
Big boss
Taking charge 
Always cooking in the studio 
Working on 6 albums at the same damn time
If only

this, only doom
Mm food is my favorite dish
Every few years some niggas come who crazy hot 
I'm the next big thing since Graham & Dot
And I'm a say this

Cause I had the time 2
God did why didn’t you?
The beats get ran through like a track too
This is track 2 
Attract to bitches with big bags & bags

like I ain't poppin like dat
Bitch my ego big as hell that's why I'm walkin' like dat
Play my song everywhere
Fuck the coast up
Every morning champagne

to drop a hits album
I don't even got a damn tape yet
Call me crazy
Matter of fact, don't call at all
Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall
P shit

Can't stop thinking of you
Makes me wanna call your phone
When I'm alone
But I know you've blocked my phone
Missed out, wearing VLONE
Big mansion,

was finished?
Gave birth did the work
Dropped an album now I'm back in it
Like I never left
Ninety-nine up on my chest
Bother bitches when I walk up in

quads
I see through your façade, nah you're just a big old sod
Tryna respond to what we caused by bringing out your squad
But we just dodge your odd

cameras on me hit them where it hurts
Catch a body in they wallet put there business in the dirt
You about that bag you about that guala but your ethic

trauma dump some big weight?
But she ain't gotta' tell me, I can read by what her wrist say

They keeping up with Fin?
They barely keeping up with Fin's

make reservations
For me to be waiting"
I told her practice her patience
This is greatness
Face it
Closest thing you'll get to Big Tigga in the basement

of antiquity 
Sickening I ain’t sound like the greats
That I grew up on 
Scared that I was making 
Just another bad rap song 
Having big dreams 
Of reaching

a hug
Thought I was in love I mean, I guess it was the drugs

Making plays every day, by any means
Dirty clean, every way
Love or hate her, you can name

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that bitch

Game Still Recognize Game

Coo Coo Cal

Walkin' Dead

1999

shops 
Screamin they love the album, 
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop 
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong 
They

One Life to Live

Shyheim

Manchild

1999

class
Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beaming
I'm tired of dreaming, I want to hit the big screen and
But keep an open eye for them

album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best

alike now 'cause I am stocky
Myron hit like Geodude just like Rocky

You a mimic like Kakashi gon' copy
Stay with that Big Red but you won't pop me

family
Hits me in the core like Police and the traffic fees
Aghhh!
Taking my money from the album seed
Having the church turn their backs on me
Keep

Like a toaster man I’m always burning bread
You been workin out for months just to get ate up by that lead
Thirty two ounces of syrup and I been

Smash

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Telling everybody caution I smash like Steve Austin so

Im cutting loose got no hand shakes hugs thoughts of a truce Big boy ting so tell ya bredda catch clues
Tell that dj to go play bigger tunes
Too much

Toast up to the Platinum
Another drink for the album
I got Trey on my track, he's the wave
I got all this money that I saved
I got Big Max with me,