Lyrics:
of a bandito
Ain't no safety on this one
Travel safely where I from
This is Babylon even nuns trying to get some
Uuugghhhh
And we all could die any second
So I
niggas they want me to fail
But I can't stop this for Pops and Lil Rell
Bitch I'm Big BLK till my body turn pale
You don't like how we rocking lil nigga
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
Bitch, we gon' fight, no Kazz, it's on sight
Nigga, no Kendrick, you not gon' be alright
Yeah, yeah
What's the song about?
Nigga, your mom
Big titty-
gs
I spent three all on a chain it came from overseas
Big bands on me right now I got blue strips
They like J why you be flexing in them new whips
Opps
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
Kidatomic, yhea you know
Kid.A drop the bass
Ey
Took one for the team
I'll take some for my Gs
Took an L and I bounce back
Living life on my feet
ready baby) Ya heard me
(Yeah, OGs) We gonna show them how Gs do it
(Rag Top and No Limit) How playas do it
(Pop that shit P)
[verse 1: Master P]
I
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
like bees
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh,
I paid a band, need some rare Jordans
It's only 23 pairs, nigga
I'm a walking flair, nigga
I turn my money into memories
Fuck who you pretend to be
We
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
to twelve bid and shit
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
I need some keys won't sell, call up son
I heard Pook
to twelve bid and shit
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
I need some keys won't sell, call up son
I heard Pook
My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Clique full of Gs and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay,
Diamond V.V.S.’s look like six rings
Niggas supersized we do big things
This right here imported cost like six gs
Bought a Persian rug for that bitch
live life so lazy
Gs in the street, my Gs are brazy
Need a wifey, call her my bae bae
Spot her in the street, some fine ass lady
Hungry for some chips,
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
on a play, lookin' for a way
And then my big cou pPull up on me one day
Got his homie Toomp to put some beats on tap
And it been on since then
Damn, I can't
some Trae The Truth
Some Big Moe some Fat Pat
Some Lucky Luciano
Some Chingo Bling
We bump Lil Troy Big Pokey
Some Devine The Dude and Lil Keke
But ya
Zro some Trae The Truth
Some Big Moe some Fat Pat
Some Lucky Luciano
Some Chingo Bling
We bump Lil Troy Big Pokey
Some Devine The Dude and Lil Keke
But
my pocket
Like I brought the Crips out
If we gon' fuck, then keep it on the hush
Don't run your big mouth, bitch, just keep it zip
I got a zip,
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