Lyrics:
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
dance, who guessed
We'd make these plans, new checks
Spent in advance baby
I got new flows
New sounds that they've never known
New clout goes straight
Bop
Style these man in my ten dollar fit
Rude boy style with the short money drip
I see you by the speaker wth yuh hands on your hip
Don't jump, just me
ever walked in Cactus Plant Flea Market
He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him
Left his brains hangin' for a peace offerin'
Yo, wait, I bench
bread-bread (cash)
This that ride my dick shit when we in bed (what)
Wake up in the morning you givin' me head-head
This that gettin' money whip whip whippin'
stackin' the pay And hungry from back in the days
And hungry from back in the days
You know we stackin' the pay Pushin' this in a major way
In a major way
No
or Tompkins
Flexing hardest in her vintage tops n bottoms
Dripping water
Love you back just being honest
Look at that if we ain't popping
Idk who the fuck is
Is
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
like that one up by the rocks, roll with us we just
Smoking that ganja
With them pretty ass views, pure herbs in my doob
Smoking that ganja
We rollin'
Cee)
Now, just to let you know
I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my DJ Mister Cee in the place to be
Also the engineer all-star Marley Marl
of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you want to see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh
pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
Strapped for
about 13
She was in my high school, class back seat
Cheating off my homework, fine by me
We could do this thing vintage I'll make you a mixtape
We
for the bruhs but now we coming up, yeah they wanna be one of us
Just stay prayed up, show love, and get out that mud, and then you
I just walked up in
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry
And Scott said what is wrong? relax, tell me the story
I said you remember peter? well his posse tried
We shall kill, we shall kill, we shall kill, we shall kill
Rise god of violence in immortal majesty
The forces of separatists to arms
Malicious
At the church, maybe black, maybe Spanish (I ain't know)
Had a little vocal, only in the choir
Says she loves Jesus, and she has good credit (oh, Lord)
Few
codeine
Can't demean those C's, I'm a dope fiend
Trick or squeeze, it eats you in the front of me
Side by side, paper to die for the enemy
Both the guys,
[King James]
Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else
But you just can't run up in this building and shoot
And fools got my brother hostage, man
Major Kartel
What’s up Envi
1 Million 2 Million 3 Million
Look...
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
on a roll
Im in the zone
Grinding and we getting bigger
Motivated by the figures
Going on hand me the liquor
Other rappers are for dinner
I'm always only
Now, here's your chance
[Violent J]
We don't do drive-by's in the wagon
Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass
And there ain't no telling how
s********
I'm in royal blowing loud bruh
We got nothing but in common, condemn the general we the major
Lookin' at me Imma stallion, lookin' at them is
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