Lyrics:
'til somebody cares
You're just lost 'til somebody finds you
What happens when there's nobody there
They know, they know, they know
And on, and on, it
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
to sleep
Never going in peace till Hojo’s deceased
If you wanted a fight, you should know I’m holding a piece
Quicksilver gonna kill ya, see me mowing
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell
that
Nobody can cross it
Rise up the ting and clart it
If you try hold me back
Hold a clap to your facial
Bullets hit anyone they ain't racial
If you're
they go from house to house
You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
to sleep
Never going in peace till Hojo's deceased
If you wanted a fight , you should know I'm holding a piece
Quicksilver gonna kill ya, see me mowing
just chat from abroad
Ragamuffin inna session just a
Skank from a yard
With your classiest chicks and a
Big gold chain you're big, broad and large
it, but don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make it
And if you're ready to party and you're dressed to kill
Somebody say, "Sugarhill"
it, but don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make it
And if you're ready to party and you're dressed to kill
Somebody say, "Sugarhill"
"Big
I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
Look at you
You're shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip ya, rob ya
Roast ya
two Big Bufords
Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plumb stupid
So when I pull up in that Benz don't try to pretend you ain't
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
can do
is say fuck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
til you're dead with
to kill her, you have to honor him
Baal
Yes, master
I have to remind you that even though I'm a neutral angel, you're hellspawn
And you don't understand
you become a battle boss
It’s like newfound fame
I’m taking care of him
Like Maryland, I gotta tear a pin (Terrapin)
Big blade, they gon’ pull that baby
a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's, and 187 skills
So if it's a must you test us
We can handle it in
ass was broke and po'
"Tommy, no, you got it all wrong
Oh, oh, Anthony he's a big boy
He knows what he said what
Did ya say? Funny how? You're right
cold
One day you're here, one day you're there
One day you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from your cup 'til it runneth over, Holy Grail
Now I got
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
stronger
But I say what don’t kill you, make you more phenomenal
I should write that shit on a shirt
Yo, by the way, I don’t know how long this song has been
You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon
Fuck on a bitch,
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