Lyrics:
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
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?
Chorus 2X
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., right
a star so I'm shooting for the sky
Time goes by and we all gone die
But Ima live life as long as I'm alive
CayneShow
G's up nigga
Put em high
I wanna be
this pump Will make your, Soul fly
You ain't G, Blood ah see The fear all, In your eye
You ain't G, All that shit You talk is, All ah lie
See that fuck,
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we
Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself
A question, y'know what I'm sayin
Nigga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G
Is it him, him or me
I
of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Every time I perform, I make a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for this
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
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'
they call me jack n the box
My shit is so dope, its like cracking a pop
shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G
run it, who run it, who run it
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed
run it, who run it, who run it
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed
Threw the city flying eying eying
High as hell no denying denying
Getting to the BA Double G know me
Getting to the BA Double G know me
Getting
then you'll say I'm trice!
Man, don't try to gas me or juice me
Smoke you like a loosie
I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G
So press up before you
'fore you play with me
All black tee 'til I see
My first hundred G's
I don't need designer 'cause none of
That shit ain't makin' me seven six twos
Nigga
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
G-Shit
My nigga's rocking G-Fashion
Yeah ! Fuck it up ! Yeah !
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run it up, run it up
Pil ice nan koum
striving to drive
DJ Polo of course, drives a ride that’s live
With a AMG kit, in his pockets a mitt
And if you try to steal his shit, by a pitch you get
I say a prayer God bless the G's,
I'm number one in this bitch
Now they understand why I'm running this shit,
From the bottom to the top
I be
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