Lyrics:
I ain't famous
Tell a man don't try and get in my way
'Cos I will put 'em all down
Got big lyrics in containers
Yeah, my name's Eski
I was a young boy
BIG BAG
HOOK
Big bag getta, big big bag getta
I don’t want my heart broke by no bitch ass nigga
If he act too friendly I need a stiff ass nigga
really did that
Perplexed by the mismatch?
Y'all pussies better step back
Fuck what you do and what you've done
Big talk gets a bloodbath
Knock knock, who
he got
I know you sleep
But I'm promise you I'm taking a leap
By any means
Never stop working
That boy a machine
Even when sleeping
I work in my dreams
gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he spun it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in
cop a squat on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last
to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
Ooooooooooooooooh
[Snoop Dogg]
Why you so cute, why you so big
Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp
Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
You
ago I'm doing today
And ten years from now, so don't ask how or even why (why)
B-boy for life, fuck a suit and a tie
'Cause I'll know I made
We trying slide leave a big ass mess and you never outside where ya bitch ass at?
Boy sit down get your big ass checked!
Took a loss ona pound got
I'm not big on fighting these days
But I don't call the cops
And I'm not big on scrappin'
Lately when I start, i don't stop
I just need one more
like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I even hit the block
live to well
My team to raw
Man big boss dawg
Oh you tryna get in ?
Young boy grab a pen
Oh you can’t tell ?
Just by that smell
We live to well
My team
peace to Big Pun show you how it's done
Bad Boy summertime bring the noise
Throw a party on your block, that's something you can't avoid yeah
Humpty
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggaz throwing rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a notorious style
da bag and uh Nigga swag…….
Ima Florida boy, best believe that is a fact…
I know gorillas and godzillas , that will get u whack…
Don’t do no flexing
Been at it since a young boy
Make it happen making big noise
Slaving away taking day by day
I said fuck it gotta make a change
Started cooking crack
All a young boy needed was some guidance
Hard headed if i felt some way
It's no keepin me silent
I'm with the shits but i don't promote violence
Disrespected
I know how That go Get em' Off you
Look Dukes in the eyes See she caught By surprise
I'm assuming That thought Prolly Awful
And mama I'm sorry For
curious
Drive by too fast you hear this shit
Too many big racks notorious
Wig i pulled her wig
She guinea everything I gotta pig
Gimme beanie in the front
shit
Im on my that give me the loop plaka plaka shit
On my Notorious shit Big ready to die shit
On my red and meth so high that i can kiss the sky
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