Lyrics:
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
own sounds yeahh
Smokin big vibes then
I hit the studio
Rich $quad Records
That's my label
Fuck music industry
I'm up next yeah
Making real music
I'm
but lil' nigga a rider though" (rider though, damn)
Had a couple niggas on our hit list so we riding with .4
I don't give a fuck if it's Christmas I
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
got six big hoes
The rich big homei got six big hoes
I'll hit another pussy nigga in her asshole
I'll hit another brother pussy nigga hard too
Wrist so
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
Swerve with the goons (swerve)
Big stepper, I just came from the moon (step, moon)
I'm smokin' a real one (static is real)
I'm workin' a fool
Yeah
Yeah
Literally rich, this Nas, sick
Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six
Exotic material on the neck and fly whips
I was fresh
on your big break praying you can beat me
You ain't made it far as D-C on the low
I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
Glamour ain't so glitz
His checks unsmudgeable the shit is so rich
Forget magazines cop his album from go-gets
$2500 bapes of ostrich all that double are
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
the game like I'm Huncho MC Hammer (uh, hammer time)
Write my name across the hall of fame banner (write it, write it)
Hit the lights, diamonds flash like
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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