Lyrics:
myself, yeah, I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never
ain't got nobody when I need somebody
I ain't seen nobody when my nose went runny, I know
I'mma die young
I'mma get fame
Please tell my son
He's gonna get
or Meth, bye, dead man, die
Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)
Come on
I came to bring the pain,
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin' what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie
the rest
He send a test, I’m Acing that
But when it comes these women
I could use a study guide
No matter how big my heart grows
The love always seems to die
everybody else
Lord why did this happen to me
What do I do
somebody help me
I’m just a little girl trapped in this big world somebody’s gotta come for me
I've been living life just like somebody told me I'ma die today
Yeah
Anyways, everybody dies but I try not to think about it night and day
Yeah
Ain't married, but I got ties to the Roc like I'm Ty Ty
Big Doberman Pinchers, stand by the fences
I believe in my city, I still bet on the Pistons
Ahhh
Hahahaha
Ck Gang bitch
See the opps round the corner, guess he gone die today
Took a bounty off his head, now somebody gotta pay
Loaded with
worried?
Play somethin' that is very, very vibe-worthy
I don't want my mind alerting
People sayin' tweetin' gonna make you die early
How 'bout have my
fucked up my nigga Big T had ta die/ So now tha next 2
months we blazin' up this funky town/
(buc buc) and when Tony Rome went to jail we were still
Law on his ass gotta tuck or toss it they coming
He in some deep shit he gotta walk with the metal everywhere he go no crutches
We smoking big backwoods
Ian a rapper imma public figure
Wont say I change im just getting bigger
Im from the Raq gotta rep the city
Keep it notorious just like Biggie
Rest in
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Muthaf***a, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
die i go try
But i no go kpai
I go stand by you
Fight all your fight
I go beat them all
For your matter
Me fit miss randevour
Even if them like make
the alarm
I'm like, "holy christ"
Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?
I'm like "who the fuck is this?"
Like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
With
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
that, I bust back with a .223
Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split
Na,
somebody killed my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could
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