Lyrics:
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
on some shoot out shit
You and I, we were different like the two got mixed
Buyin' biggies but was ridin' on some 2Pac shit (why would I wanna?)
We was
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know
take you to a broad way show
'Cause I don't wanna go by self
I'm like a kid wit' two ice creams, baby
And I don't want either one to melt
Cause
Murcielagos
So far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys
biggy biggy
Money money
I she biggy biggy
Money money
We need biggy biggy
Money money
At the same time
We need good life
I need biggy biggy
Money money
I
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
harder then cash is swung
The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump
Neva! dropin' the blunt
Two for fine rollin'
Eighty nine in the bricks is fifteen
Colleen is missing you Natane is missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Poor Adam alone in Eden
Taking off his shoes
Tired of running around all morning
From his animal interviews
He
dey fall for the biggy boy boy
I dey trip for your
Biggy bombom
And with your love
I no go complain
Stand by you in any circumstances
With your love
I
life
You'll be a legend just like Biggie
Or his buddy, 2Pac, man
Biggie, and 2Pac are
The Patrick Swayzes of hip-hop
You should just blow your head off
like that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your team's shook
architects that started
Designing t-shirts instead of buildings but
Just to see the work actually be actualized
If I sit down and talk to Oprah for 2
Hours,
most consistent, realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter, holla
I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same
to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer,
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language
And just the bits
It’s Just one life
(Just a gentle Reminda)
Young boy with a biggy man dream
Ghetto boy With that city Vibe
Highway ni mo gbo owo mi
Ki le toju
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
architects that started
Designing t-shirts instead of buildings but
Just to see the work actually be actualized
If I sit down and talk to Oprah for 2
Hours,
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