Lyrics:
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
boy checking in
NYC, you already know what it
Is we in this bitch, gang
Chasers, chasers
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, in this bitch
Back to back
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
a lot of locking sounds
Jeff the killer in ya town
I'll steal ya life to steal a pound
We putting caskets in the ground
If you wanna see the light, wing
You can never swing by me
Hope we'll never link up
Blink and you will see us
Thumbprints 'bout to ink up
See me in the NYC
Home of the B.I.G, look
I'm riding in a foreign
Hear that engine roarin
23, I feel like Jordan
Flying fast like I'm Jeff Gordon
Try catch me on that track
We got it again
New year, New Me
2020 & i’m feeling free
Headed home back to NYC
Headed back to my Family
Perfect vision, I can see my dreams
Admiral of my reality
again.."
[GPM] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, na-nah nah nah nah, this how we bump it yo!
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Yaknahmsayin? Big Jeff
Back by popular demand
Still in office different
Issues different plans
No more sleeping on your mans
Hit Rell, push the button again
Even the odds,
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
Bye bye, it's late, I'm up in NYC
I'm lost and need a remedy, I can't believe I tried to save her
What did she say? She told me she's done with me
of war, exercise
'Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
SMOKE
I keep the tool on my hip close
Quick to swing it back and forth like A hypno
Every tip in the clip guarantees Constipation, cuz Niggas out here
Epic Rap Battles of History!
Mansa Musa versus Jeff Bezos!
Begin!
Wallah, by the holy Quran I lay my hand upon
I blaze Bezos, inflict inflammatory
of rock is who I am
Raw, we are, by law
First one rockin these Adidas why'all saw
Jumped on tour way back in eighty-four
Jay, Run, D. Mac smack back up
say bitch)
And by the way
I overheard you say
To the waiter in front of me
That you mistakenly
Said my name incorrectly
And my name is actually Jeff
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
and, uh, Ringo, the
Other people, and I walked in the room
And they all went, "yeah!" And
"yeah what?" You know, "Would
Would you like to try Jeff's
they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
You know I'm 'bout that NYC powder!
You want that dope shit, fuck with me
Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some people get to change, some go
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