Lyrics:
it's TearDropsta!
Ninety round drum, niggas fall, niggas run
Just intimidated by this big nigga with a big gun
And I ain't playing no games, you gotta
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
far
Pretending I'm a real big star and
Jean jacket on
Off to celebrate
Tip in the jar
Gotta catch a break
I figure that I've come pretty far
Ain't
a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's, and 187 skills
So if it's a must you test us
We can handle it in
it's over
Gut this fat bitch singing like a canary
I been hitting the gym
Don't call me slim
Yeah I used to die my hair like him
Yeah 12 crazy brothers
True definition of lo-yal
My style timeless, my style vintage as Crown Ro-yal
From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun
I want what I
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
was narrated by Morgan Freeman
One step of the plan done now we need a reason
To leave with all the cash in hand and be a free man
We're the most
Listen, I can't let it, I go get it
My eagle gettin' too big, it's too heavy
My head gettin' too big, it's so heavy,
Somebody help me, took all this cash
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
with them guys with them straps n kitchen knives.
Getting faded n high.
Just to fucken get by.
My family depending on me.
I can't die.
Been thru so
Big ya Ready to die I'm ready to live
Pussies down to snitch 'cause they're scared of bids I seen them cry just like kids
Brizzy Brown ain't giving
what I learn first
? You see just how that work surf?
Oh I'm some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off
'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr)
Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time
With your corny ass verses and those wack ass beats
I just holla at Money when I need that heat
I aim to be notorious like I'm BIG
With a fucking grand
the rollie ahh
Imma die by my lonely cause I gotta keep it trill nigga
Gotta keep it real, all my life I been a trill nigga
Niggas gone hate cause niggas
rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else)
Say what, say what, say what
If writtin' rhymes
patron and a big head full of vicodin
I got a fight within myself
And I know I gotta look beyond gettin' help
Ain't nobody looking to give it to me,
and my knees hasn't gone wild
My good friend homie Big Phil had to die
I had to fill a room, wrote a song, performed
First time someone close to me was
Sixteen and my knees hasn't gone wild
My good friend homie Big Phil had to die
I had to fill a room, wrote a song, performed
First time someone close to me
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
choo-choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow
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