Lyrics:
to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my lyrics are
march away
Make me feel like a big strong man
You say you don't care about my pride,
You love me too much just to let me die,
And you won't let me
it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
[Chorus]
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
has amazed me
'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby
So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I've
ya bucks
If you ever tryna hang with us
We notorious yeah
not dangerous
That's ya ex
Ring ring
You can pick it
She like yeah mhm yeah hey wassup
He
get their money on
By makin you weak
Drowning in the sea of
Some big dose of now
No past no future
Let the young grow wild
Ain't gave em nuttin
Some
Gotta get it by once
I can't deal with one's
I'm pacing at two, got them burking like tree
Nothing to lose, I'm nothing to loss
Nothing like you, not
to stay together
You know that big argument that you had the other night, remember
Well, today it's not nothing, just don't let him leave you, honey
I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks, cop all
I want you to tell them statik Selektah
Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit
You see (uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yeah)
He goes by the name of The Creator (crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
your sacrifice
Popstar popstar life gotta live fast and die young
Popstar popstar life gotta make your sacrifice
Popstar popstar life gotta live fast
Uh, yeah baby
Oh, whoa-oh
Aye, aye, pop out at his party, I'm screamin' mob (mob)
And my boys gon' go retarded, I point then somebody die (yeah
so you gotta pay close attention
So you don't get caught slippin' when they come and do all the gettin'
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with
Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing?
Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him
And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing
Going, going, going,
With a chopper in the 'partment, get your wannabe bodied
Gotta angry mob at your front door
Commandin' 360 O's at the condo
Put all the jewelry in
Pay no mind to the youths
Cause it's not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo
Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money
Chrome Hearts cross, I'm Christian (Chrome Hearts)
Sippin' on Dirk Nowitzki (Dirk)
Bought me a spur, big Bentley (spurt)
I'm from the Nawf, put a hole
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
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