Lyrics:
a newspaper.
Actors/Characters: Two Males — President Roosevelt, Philander Knox, Attorney General
Section I / Intro - these dialogues are “spoken” (not sung)
drank a bit too much caffeine
Can you tell a bedtime story to help me fall asleep
Okay so two bickering bears are bumbling through the woods
When they
missing those Dipset beats (yeah)
Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB
Prodigy and Sean P
Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete
Nigga, fi gunshot
Mafi play big shot
Shoot up them drug spot
Rude boy say fuck cop
Sean P and Buckshot
Buckshot, slugs fly
'Nough man a die for them
two-doors, gave the charges to the boys
Now I'm bigger than the blogs, now the topic on the Forbes (woo, come on)
Catch a fed charge, now we pardoned by
We'll share the big house
With two cars
Having so much fun
And everything under the sun
Travelling overseas
Living carefree
You right by my side
As we
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
that
[Chorus]
I know you and you know me [Repeats]
It's the sobb story, the sobb story
Repeat chorus
Verse 2: Charlie Brown
Red like green
Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
Niggas at the dice game
Frontin' with bankrolls
I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready
to recite raps in His car
He would head nod
He thought whatever I said was Hard
He knew I'd go far
I only ever wanted to get as big as Sean
Though I make good
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big freak, fat
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
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
Then rewrite my script til my story's untold
See I got a little money and my life sped up now
I'm fallin' and I can't get up
[Chorus: x2]
I had
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
Janine
She was thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big
Pectations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean
He's goin' too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had
And this feels like a victory
Competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, 'cause this
I'm back!
Spit on a bitch, punch on a bitch
After I eat some steak, have her tug on my dick
Nigga filthy rich, two car notes
No house nigga, that's how
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Two for the other bit
Three for the fun of it.
Verse 2:
And I've got another clip
Set a blueprint like Hova,
Made waves Sean Puffy Combes brush
They
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
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