Lyrics:
forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
lookin brand new on 20 inch shoes
7 inch greens big jeans I'm chiefin the green
Feelin like +Andre and Big Boi+ +So Fresh, So clean+
(Nelly)
I tell ya we
on twenty-three inch rims
From crack to macs from broke to sacks
From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats
From stamps to tatoos from home to school
a push dat by di key
Teck di dope Buss it cut it inna 3
Fuck yuh mean Jim new Benz key emergency
Zannies an perks dugs I sell like pants and shirt
It flip
on huge racks
Me and ma’ boies waving head on new phonk bap
Emx on collab puffing weed n relax
Shoutout to ma’ homies, Big SLATTTTT !
Gimme that .15 by .15
sight
50 inch wide hd with the backlight
I be running laps like the season again
Lil shawty throw it back got it teasing again
Big foreign going past now
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
handle biz
Lunchables and sandwiches
Dude dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick
Never heard of witnesses
Better make sure I'm innocent
18 shots at 3
ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
Verse 2: (Trick Daddy)
I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy
want
Some brothers some brothers wear fake ones, still tryin' to flaunt
Walkin' in a party, lookin' like Joker
Big ole six inch garage door opener
as fuck
I mean big as fuck
Loaded with a hundred shots
He really outta luck
This AK big as fuck
Verse 3:
Man I gotta leave 'fore the police arrive
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
got a wave we been
Chilling by the ocean
Now I got a big drop top and I’m rolling
And I told my girl imma
Be up till the morning
Feeling like I’m 2-3
Yeah rasta shit yeah rockstar shit
Aye bad lil bitch yeah big ass stick
I couldn't smell it when I bought it I can't smoke that shit
Don't got no hoe
Big Meech and Larry Hoover, huh
Thirties on my truck, TRX a Barracuda
Sold three bricks of fetty, bought a piece from every jeweler
Yeah, they come
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
like my therapy
From B-I-G and Paris B, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see and PRT
N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Without him, I
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
Watching my surroundings never dumbfounded judgment never cloudy even though I Blow the loudest
What you want boy a foreign toy she call me childish
(Verse 1)
Everyday I get up and go construction work tryna dig out the hole
Multiply by 10 addition too slow
If I shoot my shot and miss then I
on it like a mic
Tl
Retaliate
Time to celebrate
The greatest of them all
They say I got a big head
Shit I keep it the max
I'm better than
Most mfs
Nah I'm
Verse 1
Max B:
After two fifths of Cru, I had the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese,
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