Lyrics:
and be gayo
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
It might seem what I like
But it's not everybody wanna get
But they don't got discipline
Bobby on that ish again, got big M's like Michigan
Don't
The power of having a gun a big obstacle for 'em (uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah the cans flarin' (brrt)
And street niggas won't outlive their
you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through fronting
If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's
I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
So as I
Under the gun
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn
[Diddy]
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
Let's go
[Biggie]
Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun
Yo
As the universe expands
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come
We can't live without
the right, I'm a probable cause
Keep my stash ??? while your guns get tossed
Niggas live by the law then they die by the law
Then I live by the gat
scared
Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga,
your big guns
Ride with the packs
Come screaming for tribute
Go out on your back
Me and my crew
We will deal with you
We will deal with you
Me
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
rims in my skates
You rolling on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirty as home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
guns I was with the gunnas in the
Gutta strep throat leave a nigga
Coughing up a stomach big chops
Bussing down the door no
Knock knock drive-by shot in
Mothers understand it, baby needs some more
Head held up to ransom, by a quick hand and a gun
Just your education, hard to understand
Will the teenage
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style, go
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
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