Lyrics:
rob the train
Live by my own rules, fuck the judge
Vigilantes cut down if they fuck with us
In my life, I always stood tall with the Glock out
Big
gotta make it home
I flagged a bus down and I only paid quarter
Told em drop my ass anywhere up on corner
But I woke up 80 miles by the border
In
the past and how things used to be
(Word)
You know
Big man Uneek is here, my man Master Ice, you know
Ehm
Yo Ice, won't you, you know
Talk a little bit
morning with a big ass headache
Y'all I ain't kidding this son of a bitch hurts
Where the hell are my pants must be with my shirt
I still got my boots
what you gon' do, do?
Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Running with the AK 47
on
What you gon' do what you gon' do do
Say nigga we marching stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know, they're a little or a big hoe
(sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Big 4l, pussy
Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
When we
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
from your boot give him round 2
The bully got a beatdown
BEATDOWN HAHA
These bullies gonna get lined up now
One by one gonna get sat down
Big man
Clue
Clue
Clue
Clue...
[Big Boi]
Out of the basement
Out of the dungeon
Look at these broads
What have you done to them?
Rippin'it, sippin'it
BNYX
Bag after bag, after bag, I can't stop
Yerc after Perc', after Yerc, I can't stop
Hopped inside the Cayenne
Boot it up and then I fly
boots
That you got from your record label's image group
Sing another man's song with a big drum loop
Listen, son, you ain't got a clue
You can't buy
wear a red suit
And I top it all off with my big black boots
F your black boots, man, I got Jimmy Choos
And I got a Lamborghini, just kiddin'
I got two
Never been a deep sleeper
Started real slow
One shit and one nicca
My nicca ain't got no zippers
No boots
Ion even got sleepers
But look at me now
Just another day in the life of a Fly Guy
Big 500
Yeah, Yeah
Aye
Bitches think they cute but I know they hoes
Pistol in my boot, these 40 belows
When
pumping his fist with his people
I pull out my weapon and march with my troops
Get your damn bloody neck under my boots
You telling them lies
I'm telling
windin, call up Big Slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
'bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I'm just be stayin'
(BNYX)
Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop
Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop
Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
Big black boots, when I walk it gon' shake
Nigga lookin at my fist, but he will not hit the bank
Lame niggas got my name up in they motherfuckin'
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
checks I don't wanna hear statements
Everyday of my life man I know it get realer
Big monkey I fuck with gorillas
Go to the stu make a song and a triller
I
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
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