Lyrics:
you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I
all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
Just keep ya head up
Well I never thought I'd be singing the blues
I never thought I would die
Now somebody else gotta walk in my shoes
'Cause I got a place in the sky
Black Cadillac, on vogues
Sittin' back thinkin'
Thing ain't the same no mo' we want Biggie
Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don
Heads still bouncin'
got a big B-U-T, T
She said "If I get witchu
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin'
My name ain't
Gotta catch that plane at 7:30
Why haven't you come to say goodbye
Time is running out and I'm still waiting
I'm so lost without you, I could die
Yourself
Before you love somebody
You know you gotta Love Yourself
Girls make passed at the girls with the big asses
Boys make passes at the boys with
notorious, you ready to die, shoot
Take a look in my eye, magic medicine my proof
Catch you walking round the fair, care to step into my booth
Can you step
got a big B-U-T, T
She said "If I get witchu
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin'
My name ain't
you survive
"Hi this is Elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? Have you
Atlanta: Gateway to the South
Verse 1: Big Gipp
It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take
spent thirty thousand on somebody's grapes
We done did so many pull ups on niggas
No wonder we gettin' in shape
Too busy backin' my words up with
Rebellious attitudes, high amplitudes
Notorious attributes, don't bore us with absolute truths
Motherfucker we're taking alternative routes
We're
worried 'bout that
I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last
Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast
Retired, now I'm
got a big B-U T T (whoa ooooh)
She said, "If I get witchu
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew (ohhh)
Whatcha I think I do
Sling skins for a livin?
like warriors
Gather our mind in a state of euphoria
What more do you want from us?
The moves we make you can see is notorious
We gotta stay focused
Don't call the morning after
Won't stop the big disaster
Don't miss the main event, you gotta pay the rent
You gotta give it all away and you have
stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me
of your life
Someone's gotta live and someone's gotta die
Here comes hell, it's redemption, right?
Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night
on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
White chalk on the ground,
Nigga just killed TyeTye
Caught him slipping in a drive-by
We so surprise, his mama in tears
Somebody gon' die now
His baby mama she been crazy
She
The sharpest knife
In any drawer
It's heart, spirit, pride
Teammate by your side
That wins the fight
The Secret Corps
Somebody's gotta do it
Spit fire and get
I only fuck with my niggas
I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these niggas my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics,
they'll try to burn facts
It's a cold game so I still gotta keep the heat in the sauna
'Cause it's a good chance you'll leave by tomorrow, ayy
Ain't got
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