Lyrics:
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
die. ' And if I
stayed there that was exactly what was going to happen to me - I was gonna
die. So I ran away to the big city with the lights,
I'd rather die
I'm the new DMC with a leather eye
Strings in my adidas hang loose
And they never tied
I could go all day I'm never tired
Hand
sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to stab you if they hug you
Lady
my feelings pouring like the snow
Writing all these albums, dreaming one day I'll be doing shows
Sharing out my message, so if anybody wants to hear
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
období svýho života prožít znovu
Tak by to bylo zrovna tohle
Květen Pičo!
Bráško, Květen Pičo!
My děláme hudbu srdcem, na beatu slyšíš pravdu
Before WE DIE
emotions
Been the best at that since I was kid hoping
First hopped on a track, the beat I rode it
Misspoken, word gun totem (Uh)
Imma die by my words hun
it if I wanna
Building up my followers
Now I got an audience (Uh huh)
Like I said in 2014 off of Sausages
Big shoutout to Haywyre
I've been going
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly
and keeping things
Copacetic
(they gone)
Found my way
I know I'm headed
Big estate, by the lake, getting cake
Imma ball like I'm meant to lead
(I ball)
When I
up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my
college and I still raise scholars
Fuck tuition, you could buy my album for like eight dollars
Best money that you'll ever spend, I promise
Best money
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Trying to play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelps speedo
We no play follow fashion,
brought in probably gone choose...
I'm the big dawg in this man aye, fuck the rules..
Fuck they kennel, grab these niggas by they roof!
(Yeah!)They let me
talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile,
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
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