Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into
SKiTTY
LiTTLE SKiTTY, this is silly
This is silly, LiTTLE SKiTTY
LiTTLE SKiTTY, this is silly
This is silly, LiTTLE SKiTTY
I think my cock is big enough
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
a little town, where big dreams are found
They found love, true and unbound
In a corner cafe, under twinkling lights
Their eyes met, on a clear starry night
ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he walks through
Verse 1:
If there be a dope beat
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
number son job interview
It's all gravy everybody knows me now
Bust bars at every venue in town
Adjan's a dab hand at growing the cro
I get grams in big
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man Samson lifts the midget
Little Tiny Tim, way
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man Samson lifts the midget
Little Tiny Tim, way
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
And then go home with my
Home girls and have fun
It seems like you're very versatile if
It's one thing that I would
Love for little girls to embrace from
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
Half-made man
Elvis has honor
Not half-boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
Little Kitty big bone
I'm not sweetly
Give me one
Eat more with
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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