Lyrics:
Its america dont you wanna fear my vibe
I will steal your ride and imma steal your pride
And i will still be here when a real one drown now let a real
quite as big but this shit could rock Goliath too huh
See what I did?
Clever yet respectful
So don't you try to blast at me with talks of blasphemy or I
but dont try to test me
Pass em i zap em i dont hear a peep
Go bout my business i keep it discreet
Got my feet on the ground like im walkin wit
these niggas mad when I say I'm number one and I'm goated
It don't matter where I'm at or who gon' rap cause I'm the coldest
Man these niggas love to cap,
THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE cIN'T FOR ERRBODY
YOU cIN'T TcLKIN' BOUT MONEY I DON'T CcRE cBOUT IT
(TRICK TRICK)
WE cIN'T WORRIED BOUT IT
I GOT SOME COLD KILLcS
cracked and his legs went jelly (blaow)
Just know that we're leaving the room with every last penny
No joke, man don't boast
Just know it's over when
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
heartless
Might as well finish if you gon start it
When I grow my braids out Im'a make her part it
Dead battery up on my heart and Ian charge it
Don't want
won't stop
uh huh
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
Check it out
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Je-sus the notorious
don't even have enough to scratch that
Surface cus sometimes the truth cut deeper then you dig
Know you wanna make it big but these labels gon want they
He gon' end up the worse
I got a big ass glock, uh
(When this shit bangin', man, shit gon' twerk)
I'm like, "Fuck it, I wanna make a song, baegirl, am
to snatch your ugly hair off the streets
You Little weave! I'll let them suckas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy
lacking it
Fueled by hate can't you tell that you're gassing it?
Underground but I dig till your casket fit
Underdog like your pet when his back is flipped
you
If you wanna go crazy then ball up them fists
For the gang it's on site and I swear I don't miss
I been repping this shit since a kid was a jit
Man
you don’t
You’re not coming in, even with your Gucci coat
I’m looking at the ice on your throat
Talking so big boy, I hope you don’t choke
Yeah
wig, now it looks like a droptop
Big hand ting goes pop pop
You can get slapped by the dots or the Glock Glock
Aye, you know I stay paid in full
Man
in Cadillacs
Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck
the product while you make the rules
So go play another motherfucker for a fool
See I'm trying to drop news
So everybody else don't get fucked by these tools
elated
But suddenly she has a thought, which makes her feel deflated
"To play this well for all my friends, I need this magic snow
But it'll melt down in
It's trilly Phils How I feel
Tatted on my arm for real
Chill know the drill
Pussy kill off a pill
Ask what's the deal only time her lips sealed
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
fuckin with
Your sound your sound
Got them all saying nigga
What now? What now?
I know I'm on top, had to dig it up like fossils
Didn't come easy, man I
threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what
Touched by his divine Jehovistic scorchin' fist
His life was what He gave
He paid so I was bought with it
So I've got no remorse of any sorts when I
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