Lyrics:
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
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
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin'
dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social
time
and these kids were standing nearby and they said,
"Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out.
I yelled at them,
to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
L.A. playa
Big drum
Big drum
B-B-B-B-Big drum
Big drum
Big drum
Big drum beater
I
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Aright you ready
You rollin right
We rollin aright
Yo in the place to be
About this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the fresh prince in the house
Now we lose connection, please stand by
It takes you and I to keep the hope alive
'Cause we're living in a time where you're fighting to survive
down by the time I looked up,
Found me a wife, yeah a brand new love.
Right on time with my brand new love.
I don't ride for nobody if the vibes ain't
junk!"
We're sorry, Jackie, we let you down!
It looks like the Jacksons are sunk!
The ref called time to remove the boys
"The game's over!" he said
Filo
Ice on my wrist, Imma let it shine
All the diamonds finna make you blind
I got a baddie right by my side
I'm finna blow up, it's my time
It's my
but can't shit stop it
There's too much money on the carpet, I said
Big blunt rollin, big bottle poppin
Big money throwin on the thick bitch droppin
You
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
you'll get better in time
I just knew that you'd be better as mines
Cuz I made you my god
Overlooked your demons
You said you ain't deserve me
I should've
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
craft day by day
I got big time dreams on the way
And as crazy as it seems I ain't brave
Cuz all that big time means
You got big self-esteem
Cuz you
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to get all of them
Fight capitalism, the socialism
Fight fire with war
The right cause, grow plan
That requires understanding
The life course, a good
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
lied
When I said that I would be a
Big MC by end of school term
Man thought that I lied
I'm chatting to some girls outside
Screwfacing a couple boys
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