Lyrics:
get big off the rap yeah I might
But I won’t forget my bros faces, or the town where I spent most nights
Still post up round street
By now it’s all
successful
We'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after
Payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i
Don't want no
a gruff-puff-puff he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
Well one and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolfie's breath
By the hair of your
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
burial plot, at least
New plan, Stan
Slim, "chauvinist pig, drove in this big Lincoln town car"
Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge, big bro, it's for
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Yeah
Yeah
They say they need answers ('bout what?)
Well, I got big facts (big facts, big facts)
You went about it the wrong way so we can't fix
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were
Yeah
Etana: Wo oh oh
Sweet, yeah
Yeah eh eh eh
Yeah eh eh eh eh eh yeah
Junior Gong: Now played by the King
Love is all I bring
Voice of the one
name's Junior, it's not Steven
I'll make your jawside look uneven
Yo this is how we're doing it yeah
That was big, that was big, that was big
That was big
sold a damn album yet, true
That's a lot of talk from a wily vet
Let alone a young rook nigga
You misread me
Nah this ain't a book nigga
Well that's one
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were
your shit
while Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
[Chorus: Cheek Del Vec]
One two y'all, you
fuck by your system, that's evident
Puts bullets in a brother at a club back to ignorent
Special shouts to big boomer, personal autograph
And shouts
on the winner
Well fuck it, I'm winnin' on niggas
H-Town, H-Town
Young rich nigga, I just stay down
All these birdies like A-Town
Got her with her ass up face
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big
and
A big shout-out to Bruce
And a big shout-out to Junior and
A big shout-out to Adidas
And a big shout-out to Tribal Gear
And a big shout-out to Tone
Lōc
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
fuck by your system, that's evident
Puts bullets in a brother at a club back to ignorent
Special shouts to big boomer, personal autograph
And shouts
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