Lyrics:
and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we
that's what your friends say
So I guess you think I'm slippin' cause I ain't flippin'
Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be trippin'
I don't care
cuz hatin is so lame
But every now and then you
Gotta state the facts
Like 98% of these dudes is straight wack
They got me up in center space
And im
97s, I was born in 9-8, 22 old
Just those strings on my side, and they always gon' ride
I'm getting slinky on my oppositions, stretch when I fly
I beat
cheap[01:02.99]Call up it got 30 just me 20 free Fresh glass re-cook it it be there by three[01:08.98]Kick shit my ass all it works for me This shit do the dash I'm
poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes
Ball out, we all out, V-Lives
get right
'Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right
My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned
that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your
the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,
Sean Ca$h – PitBull Prod. By Rook The Real
Ya digg
4 my dog
Bout Mine
(Hook)
Got a Big ol Pitbull sittin outside
Bet not lean up against my ride
I
call him BIG POPPA but he not my mans
(Hook)
Walked in and I’m feeling like Pac
It’s just me against the world
All eyes on me
Walked in and I’m feeling
It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot
Maybe knock us some work it's been a minute
I'm in it still down to ride
98 Nav'
ya ya
Ya ya
Oh you got
Oh you got that ya ya
That big ole thing behind ya
Bring it to big poppa
Put it on me proper
Walk away I watch ya
I might have
I got people looking up to me
I can't be discrete
I'm the last born ain't no coming after me
Ok I'm big bro to my bruddas let me coach you
From
on myself, i take this day by day
All though I've been back stabbed so many times
My heart is still big
And I ask myself why fig, why?
I'm like a child, I
said just by walking in
Feel a little off again
Might crack a smile then blow Off his grin
Fair fight so I gotta get em
Poppa said If They tryna bring
over and over
I will slut the fame, put that big booty on my shoulders
The way I fuck the fame, I got dese bitches tryna roll up
Off the delics with
know
I was raised off of Pac and Bone
Probably possessed by Big Poppa's ghost (baby baby!)
Had the Cuban Link chain that I got from bro
Had two or three
the rules
I blast on niggas so -
- my fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward
trust a shank, when I cheffed up-, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer
But I still don't trust this skeng (big beretta, big berretta)
I don't even
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me
Must be in the air, oh can't walk
on the bando mattress
Fear Of God lens that's real nigga fashion
And what you niggas know about back door action?
Me and 98 got the whole hood taxing
Big boss
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