Lyrics:
the garbage I knew would reak (ya know)
Thought that I could leave it for one more week
Then I, I'm takin', birthday cake (oh) and chile and greasy old bacon
to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it's keeps turnin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than a man that got caught
He made
my Hopes High Hopes High ya ya ya
I keep my Hopes High Hopes High
Even when I'm 6 below, my
Hopes High Hopes High ya ya ya
I keep my Hopes High Hopes
forgettin', forget who I am
Just try to remind me put up your hands in the stands
If you see me cryin', if you see me alone
Just try to stay by me and keep
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
your breasts, bite your chest and
Shit on ya shirt, pee on ya dress and
Tossin' salad, face all mess and
Superman, big shirts with the S and
Every
Somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher
Bet you get high but I ain't
position to f***
I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in
I pimp through their boroughs in
Ya better keep your chicks intact... cause
no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (wavy)
Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl
Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy)
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
from ya
I turn ya upside down, shake the dope out you
and take your high from ya
I'll bless ya, way before the ha-choo
Can't nobody fuck
bottle
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
off the bridge.
You not Notorious at all, you just BIG.
It might take a few slugs to split your wig.
Hiding off the grid.
Exterminate the rats,
(yeah, I'm back, baby)
I'm feelin' like there's nothin' that I can't try (uh, nothin')
And if you with me, put your hands high (yeah, put your hands
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
forgettin', forget who I am
Just try to remind me put up your hands in the stands
If you see me cryin', if you see me alone
Just try to stay by me and keep
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller,
Dear God can ya save me
If you can't save me, save our babies
(We trying to keep it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
Life is hard and I
Drizzy
Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer
Just enough
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