Lyrics:
I grew up in a spot where the killers dwell
Used to witness deals on the block from 6 to 12
Kids throwing something up like they sick as hell
Tryna
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
Given up
But any buzz that it could give is Never big enough
These bitches claiming to have Anxiety but Really love
You need to stick to some sobriety I'm
gothed out when I'm leaving the arena
Don't leave your girl around me I'll turn her like Tina
Some people say I look like Ike Turner
Morpheus with
big wheels
Mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, yo, uh
This for my niggas
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It's on the floor bro
Long live Blacc Suhn big ups to joe e flavorz
I'm a shell of the man but I'm better now
Slowed the roll
My wisdom is the gold
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
nigga You get high, real cooler
Baby Joe, don't fuck with niggas, nigga Suffer this attention
Hit it big, then I'll demilce her, nigga She a gold digger
than Tony Parker
This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother
Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
I was driving towards Houston, Texas on interstate forty-five
When I passed a big construction site and I couldn't believe my eyes
There just south
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
alias so I chose the family nickname
Made 6 albums in 2 years
Never was great but improving
Ever since I got words of encouragement
From old friends, knew
code of the streets, these niggas got some Nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb, Uploaded an image, photoshopped it with drugs
Clubhouse
because the bills are paid by dad
You worked twelve hours and didn't mow the lawn now he's mad
3 percent raise on 6 percent inflation ain't that bad
I just
of the liquar store
And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that
Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin 8
tall, and six feet wide
Fists like mallets, by his side
You can run, but you can't hide
Hurley nem? Mr. Trouble!
Death and murder is his plan
He'll wipe
The chips are looking, man
You need a little cheddar
We got Big Ten Network, Cartoon Network, CBS
And Cheddar we got CMT, CNBC, CNN
I’m gigglin' in Comedy
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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