Lyrics:
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
Makin' false accusations, fake boot in yo mug
Niggas trippin on that click'll take yo life and yo drugs
Cause out here ain't no love, just Miller's
By Terre and Suzzy Roche
They have a language all their own
It has an I can make it overtone
Conversation never stops
Throw the ball up it never
ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's
12:37
With thoughts on my mind of a 211
Threw on my fresh socks and my stomping boots
A brand new pair of brownies and my khaki suit
So I said
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
but Buster they couldn't show him because he'd have got... they'd have got copyright problems and
all that. And it was also fun enough, a big MTV
know
you could ever look so nice after so much time
You remember those days hanging out at the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight
shorty and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
I'm a factory I'm a factory floor
With dozens of workers, they've all got big boots, you've all got tired looks
I'm a sitting, I'm a sitting duck
twice (yeah)
Walkеd inside the building
Bitch, I'm flexing, i got big diamonds
Bad bitches pulling up on me
They suck my big privates
I just walked
I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself?
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
watch me boot up quick
You count gangrene: shit dead as hell, yo’ checks don’t move up, bitch
Watch out baby, I got back and I know how to work these hips
I'm the highest in the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my money by using a scale
I run it up off big
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
it by now of course
Who wears the britches is the boss
That's a gal, that's a gal in britches
Don't mess with a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
No
on the cookies with the crazy booming back buns
Pushing on the real hardest so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
Lalalalalala
Saw you walking down the street
Holding hands with some other guy
Wearing a sharkskin suit, black patent leather boots
& big brown
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
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