Lyrics:
Uh, yes, y'all, baby
Yeah, work it out
Work it out, dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers
Big dawgs in the house, what?
Terror Squad,
come here, put your mouth right here (uh huh)
I'm rare like a white deer with spiked hair (uh)
New Nike Airs, smoke big cigars in a nice chair (uh)
Oh
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
victorious, hella glorious
My story is gonna be depicted by
Me and my team as warriors that
Did it big like Notorious
Haters talkin' shit gon' get
The goriest
machines.
Until once again your free,
You're free.
It's gone, it's gone
Repeat Chorus.
Questions in her head,
As the forties pass her by
by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have rough sex
Now bitches give me head while
My rims keep spinning
Cause the truck
the WARLORD of the road,
Riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin old.
Take what I want and I go where I please
Got the world right by the balls. This
no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy
With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by
You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art
Played a big
NY buckets to tailor-made, fits custom
If i said “fuck ‘em” or “get ‘em”, my niggas, they got ‘em
Ain’t no problem with getting dirty, from
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
? ? away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the back
smiles, yeah we got 'em in the pocket books
For all them frontin' niggas with the rented cars that want to look
Music blastin' in the cars while they
is
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now I got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But I'm not
to the ground
Things weren't moving fast as they could
So Ed took a look around
I'll scrape this clean with my machine
Stand back and give me some room
My big
in Dubai
My tailor got fine linen fabric for that suit tie
Five Palm dinners by the moonlight
Baluga Caviar to set the mood right listen
5 In
of attack
Steamin', speedin', navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack,
trees
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war
The sky wasn't big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from
a cereal that..that. wasn't so smart
do you want to step inside my machine?
we all got home and they put me in the fridge
Damn why didn't they keep
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
notorious
Got they ass sick when the story twist
And you know the ending gone be glorious
Hustlas, finessers, steppers, gangstas
With some real niggas who is
boots go kick Bengali in the head
Police troop sits watching, the newspaper's been read
All deaf to protests while the attackers fled
The big one got
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
to the rap
Cause I had a passion for music
Notorious B.I.G. put me on game, got inspired by Nasty
The Greatest to do it
Now I'm catching bodies on every
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