Lyrics:
no mere
Left us a magic we can all share
Big bill broonzy and all of his friends
The joint be jumpin' till the living end
So special, all those
or two
Cause that's the way we do it, fella
The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level!
(Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh)
[Bushwick Bill]
How many
drivers in a stolen car
Not big enough the stage
Strutting peacocks in a machiavellian rage
Harbingers of avant garde coercion
You left me burnt and scarred
ready to rumble
Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too
capping
Notoriously big and bad
'twas not your granny's rapping
For he'd been to quell the giants
Who went stalking through the night
His tales were
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
too long
Big 50 cal when it's on
Screw the muzzle and let it go
Goodz turns his back on the
Crowd and leans over
...oh my bad, that's just what it
& Pay These Bills For Me A B**** Get Her Own Dough But We Can Run It Up Some Mo
I Like My N***** Big Money Come & Pay These Bills For Me A B**** Get Her
the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks
Print up some motherfuckin' counterfeit
It's too cold, when you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops
And they throw you
I don’t wanna waste time 'cause I’m Lanez
Nigga yeah, I got so many hoes
So many though that lil nigga get cash
See the whip vroom and I’m in the back
Anything is better than breakin my back
So many headaches, now I'm askin for Aspirine and more pills
Damn, more bills
There's gotta be a brighter day,
everybody that came before
Put the world on the wishlist
So everyday could be Christmas
The 25th is too far
Many thick girls in this club on the Saturday
in those
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
How
in those
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
How
ain’t right what I do
I do it so these can write what I do right
This shit won’t stop, nah
There’s too many gats
Too many bricks of coke, way too many
saying?
Pre verse (me) - Now what you about to experience is...This is... this is Poetics 5...
Verse 1
I said too many times I've been
Lost
Within my
cloverland that's all I know
And big head dollars that's all I hold
Big body on brauders that's all I know
20 inch rims is all I roll
And my watch too
laughter shit!
Its too crazy right? Yo
Its just fucking nuts
We just talking crazy at this point
I told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
WB (WHAT BITCH)
WB (it's Wild Bill)
WB (you want beef?)
WB (it's too real)
I eat bitches like you in the morning with my Cheerios
I eat bitches like
respected you know I
Had to get it
Collect it like antiques, and let it stack
Brrrrr, like that
I mastered this fast shit, now I move on
'Cause too many
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
appetite as Big Pun
They say I'm too much, I ask how come
There's no one else with opposable
Thumbs with such a touch
You help a nigga once and
He'll
What we left him to.
Six big policemen answered the call,
All white, and no child in them.
They put the driver up against his car
And beat the hell
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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