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Yea, I came from the street
Bang-bang always make a heat
I have no friends to make it hits
But homies on my back to make it big
Like (ticka ticka
catch em at night
Send his soul flying yeah just like a kite do
That boy gone see what that light bout
Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I
up in Danger Danger
Imma beat your ass like I'm a Power Ranger Ranger
Uh fuck with me and imma go Big Bang Yuh Bang Yuh
Yeah Danger Danger
Niggas say
create more gold than Midas
Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylus
[Ghostface Killa]
Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug
Lampin in
gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We don't gang bang but we call upon the hitters
your life is thin
That's when I come in, KRS
Yeah! Big shout out to my man
M-IC, Track Dons you did it again
Temple of Hiphop, stand up let's go to work
in black
Well known blicker big blade gripper man just hopped on tracks
Guns get bigger holdin' the trigger he got shot in his back
If they fuck with
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I
about the bees and the birds?
How bout you get served by waiters I've paid?
By the way that I paved?
By the way that I saved enough dough for three years
Man, these folks talk about they don't know me, bro
I'm definitely in the top ten, but after this, you gon' know
Big Cago
The city be hating they
I sin bad wattz, got tracks that bang in
Abu Dhabi and I be out here doin the smurda like Bobby
It's wavy over here, money get to coming
Shit get
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
a big secret
And it ain't between his legs
You better give it up sis
And I'm only telling you once cuz
He blowing you off for his niggas
And when he not
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
'cause he already dead
Damn, nigga are you insane?
What's the point in knowing how to point and aim
If the niggas you gon' bang look exactly the same?
a big freak, yeah, we know (we know)
We got 42, she want Tito (yeah)
She left a mark on my shirt, it's mascara
She gave me top outside of Toca Madera
Shawty said dat she liked my dance
Yeahh
Finna fly by zoom go zumbah
Go
Had to run up my stubs gotta big bag
Shawty showing big luv got em big mad
Aint no
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
Kids get your parents permission befor,fore,befo,fo,before tryin' this
Half of the hoes and the music goin' bang
Everybody everybody yeh we all
my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me
I found my heart in my children and my mother (my granny)
But this music has been a big part I've discovered
When I stood at the crossroads
Just
the young fresh king in the building my studio done built me my own Big body ass Thrown
Police keep tryna track down my phone
I got different incomes if u
it spray
Drunk bitch, big tits, motorboats on the way
She say she wanna earn some stripes
Well we about to see if she about that life
Rollin',
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