Lyrics:
my feelings pouring like the snow
Writing all these albums, dreaming one day I'll be doing shows
Sharing out my message, so if anybody wants to hear
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
období svýho života prožít znovu
Tak by to bylo zrovna tohle
Květen Pičo!
Bráško, Květen Pičo!
My děláme hudbu srdcem, na beatu slyšíš pravdu
Before WE DIE
emotions
Been the best at that since I was kid hoping
First hopped on a track, the beat I rode it
Misspoken, word gun totem (Uh)
Imma die by my words hun
it if I wanna
Building up my followers
Now I got an audience (Uh huh)
Like I said in 2014 off of Sausages
Big shoutout to Haywyre
I've been going
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
and keeping things
Copacetic
(they gone)
Found my way
I know I'm headed
Big estate, by the lake, getting cake
Imma ball like I'm meant to lead
(I ball)
When I
college and I still raise scholars
Fuck tuition, you could buy my album for like eight dollars
Best money that you'll ever spend, I promise
Best money
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Trying to play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelps speedo
We no play follow fashion,
brought in probably gone choose...
I'm the big dawg in this man aye, fuck the rules..
Fuck they kennel, grab these niggas by they roof!
(Yeah!)They let me
talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile,
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
*Royce talking*
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big
BIG BAG A DOTS And I brought some dog in with me
She wants to dance She wants a thug I got devil in me
Told her no stepping stone I elevate come
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
on
24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a
fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
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