Lyrics:
I ain't got the time
I'm big slime
My nigga free
He ain't do no time
Welcome home brodie
He walk through the door with the forty
Brodie just got out
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1, 2, 3, 4
External control are you gonna let them get you
to wake up to beef
Forty gon' wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin' dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin' for me
Tell my
page
Gregory Hines, so mines tap by the bays
Bedroom wit'cha, long nights and short days
The way to keep you jonesin'
'til the sun comes up
Mos def,
these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
All the mommy's know me, the Spanish kid wit'
Comin’ in hot kaMbuzi
You cannot sit in my spot (Huh, ah yeah)
You cannot block this muthi (Sheesh)
Pyramid, pyramid rocks (Ooh)
I'm comin’up top, Mbuzi
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
time
Gettin money with some friends of mine
Don’t let bullshit ever intertwine
Web of lies web of lies
You caught up in a web of lies
See the work get
Fuck it hey Buck, I told you, my nigga
Turn the track up a little bit
In my ear drums, man, need to hear that
Detail it's so gangsta
Snoop Dogg i
im a real thug
In my city people showing love
Lil bro but im big cuz
R.U.B no switching sides
Play wit me and its a homicide
Nigga put it up and he gon
By oh by oh Sweet Lullaby
May your dreams be as big
As the stars in the Sky
Let's open our hearts up
As we close our eyes
And I'll sing you a Sweet
any other sucka
Me quick to pull me gun
And straight up kill that muthafucka
You never can know when Bone'll ?
Commit the one eighty-seven
'Cause all I
good, aroma smelling heavenly
You niggas don't want drama, cause I bring it to you heavily
I remember Drivin' coppin' dimes up on Evergreen
Now I'm here,
it back in the sack
You've got a lot of things on your list
And you better straighten up your act
'Cause if you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Hey,
bright I want you by my side
At night I look up at the stars because it reminds me of you
And how bright you shine you not even trying Yeah Yeah
I
Yuh, Lil Big Boy
Yeah I'm puttin' out a hit
Ain't no record
But you know I make it big
Lord bless 'em
When I pull up with the stick
Learn your
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
New jag I pop tags
I don't lag You big mad
Run it up Run it up
Run
Yeah
So can you handle that I wanna see
Because you got a n***a feening just like Jodeci
She 5'4 5'5 if I had to guess
But I ain't thinkin' bout your
it's the reason we got stories
Ima make it big, fuck your bitch until my forties
I just got a stim, fuck your brim, knock it off your head
Ima fuck with
all our sin
A gift to set us all free
Let there be praise
Let there be praise
With all of my heart
I will lift up my voice unto you
I will sing
Wetin
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
Well I tell you a story about a good man
Who had many a problem before he reached dry land
It ain't easy for a good man to go down no it ain't
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