Lyrics:
digging the ditches, I'm chasing millions motherfucker
Two bands on my feet cause your boy a big stepper
AMG, I ain't fucking with the other letters
Flow
Bitch, fuck a jet, fuck Lears
All of these pipes full of meth
Looking like a big bundle of chandeliers
Dragging my dick on the floor
And it pushes my
off in my pants
Pussy pay me by the glance i get the fee
What you mean no label?
No mainstream machine
I've been sparing all these rappers
Cuz my CEO
what the fuck you mean? I
Ain't tryna make a scene, woah
Baby girl, get on your knees, I
Ain't tryna hear your dreams, woah
Got a big ass chop in this LV
olders, money, guns, range rovers
By then when your game is over mommy crying on the sofa
And that's the way it is, I'm not saying that it's right
But these
wisdom's bleedin' every month, seven days untouched
We got stuck by the same ones who claim to be us
We can't die, multiply, the most high, we trust
You
you from
you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....
[Chorus - 2X]
[DJ
and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all
might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
doubt me now ?????????? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....
[Chorus] - 2X
[DJ Paul]
yeah
hush you like a kid
In a crib, damn, it's time to silence the lamb
Big L gotta silence the lambs
To my man D'Shawn gotta silence the lambs
To Naughty By
man beat the man with the biggest guns
So elevate my mind state, and take the weight
Cock back two gats, it's power moves to make
I sacrifice my
to diss fool and I'll shut you down.
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown.
So now I gots to break my mutherfucking foot off
in your ass because
What makes him bigger by blasting off a cap
But how do you figure?
The number one son-of-a-gun is named death
A thief of life, a poacher of breath
Holly hood and cross atlantic off of Bompton Boulevard.
Every town has an Elm street but not a Freddy Krueger.
Don't get caught
In the jungle's
conquers all
Thought I'd hit it big
Out west on a rig
But I's a couple years too late
So I got me some land
Just north of Durant
Hope it pays off big
made by an oyster)
New Orleans
(Rampart Street)
(You can’t be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin’ there’s nothing to do but walk
(Walk it off
how you live it
How you live it...
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, a big time slinger named Ty from Bed-stuy
Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside
the brakes
Headed to the lab I'll be in by late
If you ain't my lawyer why you on my case
Don't give a fuck written on my face
Bout to do it big so I need my
nights trying to pick up love
Off the floor,
Where the other brothers leave it be
Though it's stuck down hard
It's like chewing gum
While a girl
see you waiting on that one big phone call
Don't got no substance
Maybe you should just lay off that substance
And I'll roll a blunt since
I don't
got a new last name
But you don't got one are you that strange?
There's a big difference
Between settling down
And just settling for the
Only person
When he was born he split his mother in two
Cause his head was so big
The flow is so sick
Everybody knows Pro is no prick
And I ain't legit
And you
of the hand
Never smooth sailing sometimes it jammed
But hardwork pays off thankful it banged
Now I'm in demand
Mayday the name and Mayday the brand
Ask Big C
on these silly pricks
Tryna understand why they keep coming back, we made for this
I'll favour this, I just fucked your bitch and made her pay for this
I
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