Lyrics:
Big machine in the room but i still wanna sweep with the broom
Let me show you how demons move
Play hide and seek or peakaboo
Lil bro wanna step
chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?
Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish
Look, shoot like Curry, holdin
safety
Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell
Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown
Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do
Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat
Four deep, we puff production, my
getting slapped
I get a couple ki's turned them into crack
And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then
change?")
Just gettin cheddar, so then I see some of my other fellas
("Whassup my niggaz!" "Aiyyo that motherfucker kinda strange")
Holdin it down son, we
shine, in the doorway
Cell block, you stop, inmates, you on they jock
Seein protection, big men hit your midsection
You gettin bumrushed, by TV's with
origin
Same skin hated by the klansmen
Big nose and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
I'm
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
Loaded up the work and let's jet
My nigga big Paul loaded up the you-Haul
A thousand pounds uncut raw
Hold on,
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
you tired livin' by the quarter mile
Niggas know me every time for Mr. Exit 65
Yeah, 6-5 we ride on, 24's we slide
Through the eastside, despise
out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls
I don't
way
I'ma shoot em at the red lights Switchin' blocks and shootin' switches
If you snitchin' you get stitches Holdin' glocks with big extensions
Shoot
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been fuckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
livin' and we alive
Charlie thought I would make it without him, now he surprised
At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage, right in his eyes
I told
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