Lyrics:
to the loot I be racing, No time for these hoes it's the bag that I'm chasin
Niggas ain't havin no motion, i drippin a nigga be wet like the ocean
Up
o's
Think you hot no i think it's best you dont
If you don't know by now
Ya'll better ask someone
Gimme that cash i'm gone
Up up & away
Up & away
If you
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
got the Guap, queso, no gouda
She a freak gotta love it
Roll up that marijuana
Yeah joints by the dozen
Drinks by the liter
Pretty señoritas
In my
get scummy i call up big cruddy
Bet not move funny i call up my buddy
Don’t you niggas kno that’s bloody
That nigga act jumpy we walk that lil puppy
No rules, no rules
You do what you want
How you like, how you feel
Get em killa (uh)
I may be impatient baby
But you gotta know
That you got me
Just for the night
Uh
Aye what you be doing to me
Applying that pressure
And you will not let up
I dont be moving for free
No I will get up
But you
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
And when I am finished man you gon' be limpin'
My back is so heavy with all of the loot
That my back gon' be packin' that is when you lackin'
And I'm
B.I.G
Told HR to gimme the loot
Chicago Public Schools gave me the boot
And I still ain't recovered
Rather be jobless or in Congress
Pushing envelopes
a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil' Kim records hit the streets
all that I can to make it out
Enough stuff, I'm trying rock y'all side to side
Bumping the club and the church cause I'm sent by the divine
Tell Jesus
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
to entertain a fat bitch
Had to go ghost all my bros
Cause the money lacking
I shake my hands rubber bands
Making big deposit's a big advance
I keep that pole
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
I want you to tell them statik Selektah
Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit
a tricycle and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real
this is the way we walk in New York
Verse 2:
I'ma stay on my job
cause that's my adventure
I was bred to be a big gainer
who can't contain a placenta
"mm-hmm, gimme some"
Rocket shit, that rocket ship don't stop til I'm done
[Chorus]
She want that ghetto, ghetto, and I got that ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto,
except Pac Nas and Jada Kiss
Notorious Sean Carter Twista Busta Rhymes and Ludacris
I'm Nino Brown call me Brizzy crazy nigga off the hizzy
Please don't
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