Lyrics:
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
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
thugs don't cry
Looking at Stormz like "the cunt won't die"
Fuckboys soon get hit with the karma
Leave man pissed like he split with his partner
I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
get scared by angels
I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different
and pours
Pours Pours Pours
It's the return of the grizzly
Step on mic like hi did you miss me
My chicks notorious so I love it when she's
Calling me big P
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
A stone cutter with flows that's so butter
Got soul like Soul Brothers. You know I'm no sucker
My rhyming'll get Simon to hit the Gold Buzzer
Possessed by
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
Move, we don't lose
Second place ain't my groove
Play to win even if I played the fool
How could I break 'em, I made the rules
Got tools, big fish,
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
Oh oh my god it's Slicka
I pull up with a block and a baddie with me
I don't hang with no one I got issues man
He got issues with me I hit triple
straps hit rats rolling in them buckets
[Chorus]
Born Allah, can't hide y'all, Chief Big Balls
Sweet Daddy Amazing grace came to blaze the place
have it all
Stalkin, walkin in my big blue Chucks
They take this man, maddogin, ready to biz-ust
Yeah I walk through the valley of late nighter
love me
With my brothers, smoking tree
Beat was made by Big Gucci
And my flow is so damn clean
Got them saying, he's fourteen
But his voice is so damn
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
hit a homer
Marge - comprende' - hard - aldentay
M.J. - Jordan or Jackson
Only difference is, I ain't fuckin' with these kids
Shyne - Big, a problem too
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