Lyrics:
Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K
I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's
move but the money
Uh, strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac-Man
Cops step off, you know
Show love if I think you're a hater
Me and my G's are doing it major
Faded
Us man ah chilling invader
All my gyal are naughty by nature
Man ah
Big man ting don’t get in my way
24/7 I’m tryna get paid
Whoo
Mama told me these bruddas will hate
Look
Never had nutting now I got a full plate
Been
mind
Now another day gone by
And I'm locked in this box
I've got my straight jacket on and my pants, but no socks
Cause I blew up big time
Goddammit I'd
Hey yo man, you remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work? (Word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit, man
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Yeah, you got a car, I got a fast car too
Yeah, you got a gun, I got a rata too
Big man like me getting parred by you?
No way
I kill an MC
"
(Black man, black man)
Never not workin', never, never not
(Never not) get to the money, black man
She don't wan' be with no likkle boy
She want big man
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
need be)
because I seek only you,
you and only you.
Once I saw the setting sun facing the red, red moon 'cross the big, big sky
made small by them
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Shit, who your mans?
Contraband
I'm so Tony Stark, Ronda Rous
On the heart
I got big money on heart
Big, big money
Big, big, big
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
Tell a man I want a hundred M's, tell a man I want a hundred M's
This statement is looking like a barcode, tell a man I want a hundred M's
Tell
it how it go
Real faceless man sin cara
Now I'm back around like it's karma
Karla, UB2 with some apnars
Still
Keep my faith like gurdwaras, pastors
Yo,
see the difference
Good for couple wears now the shit just turning dingy man
Screaming out who am I sounding like I'm beenie man
I don't know many men
Hey yo man, you remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work? (Word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit, man
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
stains, wet it like big rain
Shit man, sound like Terrence Howard with a bitch staring
Blame it on the big chain
Cuban with the Jesus piece, big chain
Gingerbread man, gingerbread man, gingerbread nigga
Gingerbread man, gingerbread man, gingerbread nigga
Gingerbread man, gingerbread man, gingerbread
trained me
Went swayze
I went crazy
The streets tamed me
Nothing make you humble like the jungle
Rumble young man rumble
Tryna stack those
through
I’m tryna get paid no Zanco
Cash Money no Bando
Pull up in a Range or a Lambo
Ahhh, they don’t know what I’ve been through
Jajii Verse 1:
Beenie
you press rewind
Seh mi wan dat ole TING back
Pon di river seh Pon di bank
Beenie drove bimas
Singing Zima Zima
Capleton
Sizzla
Songs about rizzla
Ah mi
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