Lyrics:
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
The products of the streets don't be playin
It's a bloody
wanted to be like Tyson
By the age of 23, time to be like me
I'm B.I.G., flow is jurassic, fantastic
My bitch got ass that's fat, as Calabasas
I rock Stark
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
times is what I'm yelling even up that score, yeah nigga what
He got a runny nose
Big .45 hit a pussy nigga and his hoe
Why he yelling murder though?,
somethin' to keep the brain stem
It's Big 1 son Jamaica Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit heaven and earth for what it's worth
It's the MC
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
All this anger pent up inside
I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter
Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire
That'll trigger
to her and that's murder for hire
By the window, light X, don't ask why
I ain't takin' no Zs 'cause the clan's outside
100 million records, all
Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin
Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder
At war with them inner demons, it's goin
and cried bloody murder
Called for her sons and gathered them all
Christopher swore he'd go no further
Till he had revenge at Flannigan's ball
Six long
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Cowabunga you hurting
Killing these niggas bloody murder
Getting over these hurdles
Get me wet as shower curtains
Might let you dive in my ocean
But
times
You can count on me with your life
I can't say how I spend my nights
Been six hours, I'm still on the mic
I feel like a champion, feel like I'm Mike
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
a drive-by murder your whole click
See I'm a rebel without a pulse
Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
Without a nine in your draws
It's like
Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game (yo)
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let's get this shit poppin' (ayo, Fendi)
Playtime is over
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
to the south
Tell them deuces, just put two in the air
So sick, said it must be the flu in the air
If you do it big then I probably did it obese
Thought it was
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"My Homie"
(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
[Master P]
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year,
lace that with runtz
Murk a nigga, for tryna stunt
When we done, lit bloody blunts
Murder, murder, I love murder
Guilty
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