Lyrics:
contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Aww, big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single
pics
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a pick
G and Big Tymers together, that's what I'm talkin'
Have you ever
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
So when I fly, you fly, we fly together
(yeah) and when I shine, you
Shine, we shine forever, baby
(Uh, huh)
So when I fly, you fly, we fly together
when she was born, you might leave her alone
She's trouble homeboy, with a big fat "T"
Little girls like that make old men peek
Then a brother like me
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
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
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
Yeah. let me get on of those big mother fuckers and shit in here.
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm back in this bitch!
Just like Ice-T, you mother
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
was shitty now I'm vibing at my current age
Yeah
Feeling alive
Feeling alive
Tryna get by
Tryna live life
They don't know why
Head to the sky
And they
[talking]
Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse
your brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see
I did my time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be
you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
got from 10 shows
The cheques up in my balance is digits followed by 10 'O's
But I ain't stoppin' coppin' a profit I'm making heads roll
Heads roll,
lots of chicks
I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a pick
G and Big Tymers together, that's what I'm talkin'
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
And perform miracles like Jesus
The total respect, we achieve it
And the big head-liner can't believe it
It's called breath control, breath control,
puddles
Getting my feet wet
Expected to make double
It's better to stay humble
Patience and dedication
Eventually creates numbers
Heads up take cover
Two
the central intelligence, the family, offing the agency Mafia
One big set of criminal gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
together prose
Let them have his head
He's harmless you know
Watch him let you down
And leave you hanging on a rope
Hanging on a rope... hanging on a rope
I
around in the city in the fin fin
Nobody outdoing my team imma said it agian
Given out the green light to go
You niggas yellen out yellow
Passen by on my
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