Lyrics:
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
*Royce talking*
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
BIG BAG A DOTS And I brought some dog in with me
She wants to dance She wants a thug I got devil in me
Told her no stepping stone I elevate come
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'
on
24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a
fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
juice and gin (Aye)
Cover her in specimen (Wink)
That boost my adrenaline (Win)
Her hair look like pussy (Pink)
Her tits Dolly Parton (Big)
Them things
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
jiggy with your albums
Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son
I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em
Take a look
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
I be hustling everyday
You know I love the money
Say they do it real big
They ain't done it like I done it
Put you on an airplane
Send you where ever
walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for
the breeze
Mary help me breath she know just what I need
I got her by my side
She is my ride or die
All I do is grind
Yea
Smoking down these Christmas tress
Move at a pace that you can win dawg
Move at a pace that you can win dawg
They say what’s ya hottest album
Gave’em 10 dawg
Look
Smoking like a big
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
eyes you should see how much time I deprived of my self
Every day I sign in to life and disguise myself
Fuck having a friend, I just be by myself
I live
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
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