Lyrics:
drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my
Could do you justice, but you can't touch this
Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed
I'm universal and much more merciful
So
and the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made
The music is my love and it is my business
My name is Big
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
about it, how the fuck it sound
Whips new, and every chic wanna lounge
You don’t know, what it is, you guessing life’s like a quiz
Wonder, how I get it
and girlies
Lookin' their very best
We took a seat at the bar
Feelin' brand new
Frank ordered drinks, no liquor
Just plain old brew
He finished it
Then
to kill
or walk the fuck off alive shut down your spot
don't smell the fuck off your scent from blocks and blocks
money to be made and we gonna make it
but
dick, you heard it, the verdict's in
He's allergic to divas and take meat cleavers to 'em
Him don't give a damn about beaver do him
What a demon,
a fix, son
Shits about to get real hard
Molly don't believe me
Says she's gonna leave me
The kids won't even know my name
Put a gallon in the step
baby gotta eat tonight
It's how we live, niggas forced to grow, can't be a kid
Think about your problems, why you light another gigg
Your mans on trial,
sweating
My YouTube could use a new wave of traffic
Days are passing
Rays have got my skin tan
that's lit fam
I'm it man
Like Georgie, Yo
Fuck with me
soldiers all by my side gettin' it
on, crunkin' up the spot, blazin' up your block, up this atmosphere
Got this shit on fire like this motherfuckin' inhaler
do
But because I am made
In the image of You
We're gonna put it, put, put it on
Ah
Our new nature
And be renewed as you learn
To know your God and be
steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine , mine , mine
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
Do it for the soldiers of the world!
If it ain't about the freeom
Nah, I don't want none less, I can only settle for the best
If it ain't about the...
thinking what still?
Niggas getting locked, niggas on the block still
If it’s one on ones, man are getting rocked still
If I’m in your box, I’m scoring from
Set em up set em up set em up
Get em up wet em up pick it up
Ion give a fuck wet it up spin the block
Rundown rundown rundown rundown
Set em up set
steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine , mine , mine
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher
I catch your white butt down there
I will have it hauled away
Then she carried on about how she tried to raise me right
By listening to those Negro
I'm getting my money back by betting this won't last
I've done my homework double checked my math
What you gonna say
Why you gotta play
I don't wanna
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
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