Lyrics:
hate
Hi yah! I'mma a mothafucking ninja star
I rock all black down to my twisted heart
When you see me in the streets
If you blink I'm gone an OG
No
for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for
for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for
the ghost of big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
The old miner ran but he caught him in the street
A-little bitty big John (little
the ghost of big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
The old miner ran but he caught him in the street
A-little bitty big John (little
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
in the street gonna be
A big man someday you got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
I want it all, I want it all
I
an attempt at getting close to where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel.
cap where was you when I asked you for the help?
No cap where was you when I did it by myself?
Life ain't safe in the streets
It ain't safe in
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
later,
Another fifty to seventy five rounds
Were fired in the street
And you're gonna stand here
And tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
I
fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out
a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets
You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep
Ain't
a second chance in there
I'm a high-functioning shooter, yeah, I'm big on astrology
I'm always looking at a fat dirt star every chance I get
I'm off
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the earth
moon lighting
And Street Fightin' under new Bison
But when I pull out that AR? 15 nigga
I don't mean Ab so don't get too frightened
How you Tyson in this
Tingin sa taas
Kneeling down
In the secular
Masipag mahal ko
Ang tao ko
Street Bible beat you like my rival
Staying up and down
We ain't down
What
when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps
I can tell by that silly ass chain it been slow
Chorus:
Wit a big bag, big bag
Got me all in my big bag, big bag
Saks top shelf big bag, big bag
Got
Cyclops only I in the mirror
Self reflecting whenever I'm seeing clearer
I'm evolving like humans out of a textbook
Flip the page I'm walking into my
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