Lyrics:
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
If I say it's my fault (if I say it's my fault)
For your success by default (for your success by default)
Can you lighten up on me? (Can you
man intervene
Hard, hard fi go in, pass me the Vaseline
Get mi pum pum wet up like a submarine
Bounce pon di cocky pon di beat, fold up like a pleat
What's crackin'?
You already know who it is
Ya' boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I'm the dean
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
It's only the man in me
God forgive me, this man deceased (God forgive me)
We'll cut off your hands, come see (hey)
Rup up and score on the opps by
up Lou
I'm in a hoe for '92 big Gov's stompin'
That's it
So you made it this far, ha
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is?
This still Tha Carter II,
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie.. Biggie..
was of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
The summer sun is fading
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
I hear a song on the breeze and it sounds like
Caught up in a daydream about you
I got lost in a moment without you
I'm caught up in a daydream
for the big square world
Bells will ring, door flings open
Hare and greyhound in the old kiss chase
You've been caught, game has ended
Smack
the money and run
They caught the fella cheatin'
So they set him up a meeting
With his maker in the promise land
Nobody sees a thing when a good ole boy
to hate but got nowhere to stay
He'll play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door
I'm in Dolce Gabana walkin' up in court
I got Rich and the kid
killed Ducky
Top Dawg could be servin' life
While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight
So I was taking a walk the other day
a matter of time
It's dedicated, put it all to the grind
It's no roof so they can see me shine, woah
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got
think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star
yes, I think I would like that
To be rich and have
locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no
Oh
I know it wasn't much to ya
But you dressed it up so pretty, didn't you?
Wouldn't get caught up and lately I'm seein' right through ya
By
buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots
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