Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm feeling like a God, God, God, God, God, God
Once you play God, they're gonna crumble one by one
Then we go back right into the sun
Like
lil chihuahuas they ain't bout that life they cap
Get treated like a xan get they ass popped before a nap
The realest ones never speak
The realest ones
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA, they put a chip in my brain
Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfuckin' man LDC, shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, big L.D.,
beautiful girl
Love being on the the roof with you
Pics and videos for proof
So high we're untouchable
Eat me up I'm lunchable
I'm tryna be on the roof.
I
beautiful girl
Love being on the the roof with you
Pics and videos for proof
So high we're untouchable
Eat me up I'm lunchable
I'm tryna be on the roof.
I
to mr. Miyagi, but we know a different karate (wax on, wax off)
Money stretch out like pilates, my house so big, I got a lobby
Ball like this shit is my
up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
insane
Switchin' lanes while I'm dippin' down West Main
Pull up on my OG for some free game
It's a cold world, don't let it break you down
I did it by
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
bitch, you just a lil skeezer
Mr. Switch up the bitch, nice to meet ya
I'll switch up the bitch if I peep some
Yeah, my views going up full of creepers
We
on the floor
Aunt Lil had me cracking up Errday
R.I.P mama Lil and Eva Mae
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Doesn't it feel good to be in my
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
Yeah
500
Nigga get yo cheese up
She ain't never seen no nigga like me, I made her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah,
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
$ui, hahaha what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Bitch, I step in your hood
Like it's Fly by Night
You got the nine? That's alright,
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
I got a page, 9-double-1, Mr. Lil' One
Can you come across me, fondle me and floss me
Act like I care, grab you by the hair
Pull a 211
will come
Born by a trigger
Literally a son of a gun
Beating you senseless till all suckas is numb
A landslide victory it was 100 to 1
I'll always be
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