Search results for 'big foot man by nappy brown' Page #112

playing celos

I'm sposed to be mellow
Fuck brown black and yellow
Momma raised us
Black man save us
You see this messes up
Y'all in sheep clothes, playing

for real, my niggas
Gotta get cake like I'm told to
Throw the six of the eights in the old school

Man, they big, power up like Goku But don't wave

Damn, Yur
Mar 4x in this bitch man, you ready Zach? (Yes Sir) Damn
Bitch shaking to much ass, I had to slow her down (Gotta slow her down)
Throw me

somebody
Cuda be small like a ant or big like a elephant
When you see that this judgement pass
Every man must pay for his action
In a every situation you

cold
It's been a long time coming, 8 years counting
Life really fucking, Karma still coming
Street keep losing, lives to the struggle
Every man for

You like to nag and tell a lil nigga that he ain't shit
Raised by all these women, got me feeling like I'm really meant
Name all in they mouth, I

me and my sight
Gotta check 'fore i swipe
Kyunki rehta nai koi saath when you're at your lowest
Man i triumphed demons just to show you i could do it

Baby boys, man that's what y'all niggas is to me
I spill the pint right down the middle, perfect symmetry
You can't never kick the bitch out, that's

lango and they hate it cause I'm brown
And that shows they weak minded and they never been around
Pop him with that big fye bet he won't make a sound
Got

I'll leave em red and brown
How you makin' threats in the night? That's when we movin' out
These 210 bitches talk on the live, ten shots leave them

sorry nigga

I cross my T's I dot my I's
Getting High 
Living life
Getting by
Higher powers protect me nigga
Tell em take the chains off me nigga

Been

Bother line wicked
I’m slim and got a big foot
You know what shit means
My thing gon hit the kidneys
God is my Witness
I’m done with all this beef shit

Breakfast in Hell

Slaid Cleaves

Broke Down

2000

Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay
All the way from P.E.I.
Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough
No man's afraid to die

Sandy came a smilin',

With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my

(Yeah!) 

Going bar for bar like a Hersey snack 
First grade, I was rocking shacks 
They tried to size me, man 
I aint gon cap 
Made me cry, man 
It was

the Father had a plan
He came to the earth because of the curse
Because of the sin caused by the first man
He would go to Calvary
Oh to save a wretch like me

crumpled up
They killed my big cus, had it covered up
They swerve in my lane but they huddled up
Call up my shooter when trouble come
Put my foot like it's

seconds took his foot and kicked
And I'm disgusted, dude thought he was frontin', I would go confront him
That was ugly, he thought he was funny, he

& chocolate (yuh)
Ok, ok, I be kickin' it like football
Mister young I'm snappin' at they ankles, I'm a foot tall
I be steps ahead so they tryna check my

my heart
Like y'all ain't really know that art
Ain't determined by a chart
The underground been going hard
I never wanna play the part
They handed

a ruga
Foot shot a warning 
Look Like you double dutching 
We don't play on computers 
I'm in the streets 
And So is my fucking brothers 
Big bag looking

Damario
Mafia
Big cheque
Yo Wangz line up a van
By the way line up a truck
Cause van cyaa carry dem money yah
FGM
Alright den
Tyre pon rim
Boy weh go

home

Dear brothers, now I write you from a porch after a storm
To think the breeze that brought these great big cottonwood trees down
Is now the one

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it