Lyrics:
now, look at me now countin this money
Them the same niggaz today, that can't get nothin from me
To all of them blind, hatin congratulatin
niggaz
quick, but now I'm your pick
Ain't that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I won't stop
The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock
my expectations a while ago
They wondering why Dizzy the one that's always smiling for
I listen a lot and look at everything I done accomplished,
and it's hectic (what?)
Found the safe, checked it
Shit looks detected (what?)
Just what I expected when I got no word from him
Asked around but
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you, like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The
Mathers LP 1
be the hospital bed that you lay on
Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper calm
I'm gonna kill
the back of a van (Sometimes it's all too much)
Where all the world is a blur (But thank God we have each other)
Listen to "Video Games" (I look to you
in the second week, I wear a frown
For, I know that after Tuesday comes the Topsy get's bad news day
It's the dreaded second Wednesday
When from
got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hood rat
Bow Wow: Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat.
Watch how you talk about her
When it come
familiar
I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river
Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen
A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah
A trap
the mashing stop
On my chest instrumentals over
On boxed up being drove by chauffeurs
Otherwise I'm in the middle
With two bitches while they laugh and giggle
have the capability to rap and chill
Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill
It's like a Diggum Smack
Smack me and I'll smack you back
I get
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
harder to take it from you
Cause life, something that people take for granted
As time passes, you're gonna want something back
But you won't get it
the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun
hoppin'
I'mma meet a lot of women I'mma do a lot of shoppin'
Really no other option
Spend a lot of money just to make it back
Anybody I dissed in a song
! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
[Bette:] I am the one they call the Big Noise.
I'm looking fine and feeling
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
of what's in the heart of T.I.P.
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn, you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
if I live
north in Detroit town
Because I'm older now
And I ain't got no time to cry
I got no time to look back
I got no time to see
The pieces of my heart that
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook
I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve)
Get hit with
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
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