Lyrics:
think I know cause you know how my squad do
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
eyes are squinted
Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished
Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G
Meet Jesus, confess to him
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
Florida, I threw his face on the floor in the shit
Fuck a bitch, though, huh
Y'all ain't want us before we rich, ho
I can't go back to this shit
I need
One day,
One day some of the kids from the neighbourhood
Carried my mother's groceries all the way home
You know why? It was outta respect.
bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Why'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet, I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This
Heard the album now she wanna fuck, yeah hip hop
What I look like waiting on a plug, I'm a big shot
Wanna show nigga show me love, yeah big knots
Stones they throw that's why I wear a big hat and roll weed
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
All you know is weed and cocaine
fuck you)
(I'm just eating Ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool)
(So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face)
Don't make me shoot up
Cause I ain’t rich enough yet man to say fuck it
You hear the emphasis on that yet
Cut me a check cause I saved y’all niggas necks, Wu-Tang
Throw some
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
on the sofa
Lazy motherfuckers, why you ain't even try yet?
Rich or die trying, why you niggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
ain't got me
Yet so y'all don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin' from Bill Cosby
What does he gotta do with you doin' you?
Y'all know
competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, (big don't
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
was BIG
Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
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