Lyrics:
only did it cause you said I can't
Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank
Get paid big buck for what I think
Yellow gold cuban link
White T and 3
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm
to big 'em up Monster Isle
Um, yeah
I saw you in hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
To listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit reverend charlie
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
Nights and days fall one by one,
Inch by inch, you're a hit-and-run
As the truck careens
A sight unseen
Angels coming at a quarter to three
So don't go, no
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck
floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music
[Verse 2: Big Ben]
And they like, and they
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty
[ VERSE 3 ]
Hit the park, bailed out the car
And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern
swallowed by dark
"Master Class" of fools in a theater dead
Absurdity reigns, where logic is bled
Noodles entwine in the web's cold glare
Big Brother's
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Turquoise Breitling, turtleneck, table cloth wiping
Big Juga-Naut with the clean hyphen,
Who would of thought,
strange minds with mean diamonds
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
jaz
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Study my culture, soar like a vulture
My teacher Marvin Howard will create my sculpture
I'm kickin Islam, some brothers try
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
of here, bitch
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass
Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga
We putting it down in this
to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
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