Lyrics:
the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing
words Big 'Orra! Ah! Now, however you want
to pronounce it, "BIG ORRA" or "big orra", you know, Losfer Words will do. That little lot was released
2nd
in no money out' that was my slogan
What I mean by that is stack it up and don't spend no change
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
When seven
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
or love it I live life without a crisis
And ion give a fuck who dont like it
B.I.G Boss L Double E K
Yea im back and im better it was time to relay
Bitches
give you a hand they want an audience back
But they not clapping and standing, they clapping at me let's panic
Pop pop that AK take candids
I aim for
watch you pout
Better be watchin' out, Only thing you need to watch is your mouth
Better be watchin' out, money bag getting bigger that's what it is all
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
the dude that's ill
Lyrically I kill shoot raps yo my crew pack steal
Ask how I do that old school track with a new rap feel
God is great this that new
a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
me"
I gotta make sure that everybody eating
At the plate, it's squad on deck
By my side like an armrest
I can't hold them back
It get out of hand
old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's
man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick,
man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick,
That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D.R.E., on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren? Yeah
drunk, now I'm back to my old ways
Say they want the old sound from me but that's when I felt the most pain
I just want a loyal bitch by my side, I don't
with the old you
But there is nothing that I owe you
I stay on ghost until you act right
In the middle of the night
Good things must die
In the middle
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
some more in store
When I get to throw it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
ya, I miss back
When spoked bikes, held card jacks
Chain gon' pop off
We knew how to fix that
Let's take a break check now
And throwback to old Ye
Like
and Babe Roe
A triple X flick didn't even know what I was in for
Yo
I seen some things that made me feel kinda funny inside
I seen some things that my
in hell I'm livin life Like that
I've been to hell and back
Live in a cell mentally but they won't
Tell us that
If you sellin crack or sellin rap
Make
Bel-Air
And people always talk about
How my girl attractive
Really though that's just a big distraction
I wanna teach 'em less that, and
More about the law
and Pau Gasol
Big bank fitted extra large
Aye, I want it all
Told you I want everything
Told you I want everything
Talking bout forever things
Yeah
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