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on the fact people think big of them self just cause their addicted to sniff[00:42.36]I'm a good kid but a good kid turn bad when they wanna take man for
script[00:27.28]I won't pay a dime for a tell-it-all clip[00:29.33]Unless somebody got a spliff,[00:31.39]And I smoke a whole zip[00:32.94]Big bag, bubble bound,
Hater keep your mouth shut, I ain’t got time to front
VS 2
If she ain’t gon’ than her friends get naked
I’m one big star status, when I write it’s
on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your ass and you ain't giving no help
Uh-huh, big time hustler, snake
a real tingle
Money in this pocket, that pocket, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh,
she could stop (workin')
When you niggas used to beatbox on the block
Big and D-Rock, they was gettin' that (work in)
Then I linked up with some
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
her "come through"
Talk it, I live it, knew one day it'd come true
Puttin' on for my homeboys, like I'm supposed to do
When I
Don't care what they
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
Like an old abandoned car
She parked it down on a lonely avenue
She forgot about it 'til the day
She laid her eyes on you
And her heart said fire
going big time
We wearin costumes we drinking we Turnin up and we signing
Achdus ridin gettin to the holy level No fearin we just thinking
We on levels we
Chop
Bow
Woo
Long Live 'Big T, Lone Live King A, broke ass Nigga
Hit him in his chest, call it tie-dye
In the coupe, drivin' fast, this bitch got
things
8 things
8 things
8 things
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
A different bitch for every day of the schedule
My team deep like its 3 seeds
Soda pop her pussy
it made and her butler wears a tux
And look, look at the car that she's drivin'
Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and
Swing it, rope
irani
Hold up, I'm on a different level, the crib is thick as her body
She like a different class, big boy, sweater weather for show
I'm talking big
me get your girl to come and calm her bitch foo
Frozen like a statue lil bitch get on my level
Pop a pill 2 ease my mental stressful life im 9just
louder than an oprah ovation
Double d's on her chest like daredevil
I shoot dames at a 900 a pair level
I'm in perotta, the color of ricotta
Cheese,
back nigga, I strip with it I flex with it, get high, I black with it
I like to get her higher Give me more cause I need to be buyer
Oh God, she think
bitches cant distract me, gotta stay level headed
One bad move could be the one thats worth regretting
So many days on road I learned a lot of lessons
So
and I grabbed on his hat
Big TMD, y'all know what I jacked
C-Y-L, what the fuck is that
And these niggas don't live what they rap
Spin through the ville,
on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your ass and you ain't giving no help
Uh-huh, big time hustler, snake
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
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