Lyrics:
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I been working all night tryna make it all,
Paper hittin my line time to make a call,
4, 3, 2, 1 I'ma take it all, yeah I'ma shake it off.
Big bag
plain and simple
Got popped by big shots as big as a pimple
Snatch him off the street drop him in the can
Chain him like an animal, forget he's a man
This
you my best friend I love you Ali
I said I love you too I can't believe you gone
But will always be connected through a spiritual bond
My Big Brother
the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 Live, until
at the slammer, Streetz died at the sto'
I was sliding by myself you know I keep that four-o
Steady bouncing through they set, they know its murder what she wrote
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
the fuck outta here
True Hip Hop yo get that shit clear
Here's a little story that must be told
About 3 bad brothers that rock so cold
Ayo it started way
That’s a pipe dream
Schemes getting bigger i’m playing it by the seams
As the plot thickens it’s nun but a day dream
Shows in the winter
I'm looking for
"Aww shit!" - Big Daddy Kane (Repeat 4x)
Me and the fellas, we used to be cool
Until I got the fame, the girls, and the jewels
Now I'm the big man,
brother did a race and now he totin' (Race)
Oh (Oh), you don't know me (You don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (Skrrt, skrrt)
Maka
Many stories to be told Brother
The devil is living among us G
Gotta watch yuh fucking back Asomasi
Sor ntampe aa na wafr3 koti
Menam ha nyinaa meho
Probably soon after she's traumatized
Tech kin like Lars swift kick abdomen and both eyes
11 inch jars full of sick men that have been supplied
By the hands
a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas
Yea yea yea yea yea! KRS-1 coming through
Big Zack, Last Emperor wOOP WOOP!
Ha ha that's the sound of EMS
Ha ha last Emperor, KRS
Ha ha big Zack you
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
look at me
I'm not the saviour
It's up to you
To face yourself
What price the future
cnd Orwell's dream
cll yours big brother
On twenty two inch
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
why she mad
Big bank big facts
Spinning they blocks yeah them boys done did three laps
If she leave she gone be back
She don't even stand, she down
Brooklyn!)
Big up to my Uptown mob (Uptown! Uptown!)
Now brothers want to diss me cause it's my turn to burn
My best advice for the brothers is to sit back
the first day for free, and on the second, no fee, and then he got his life back together by day number three, uh
Hehehe
Uh, ye, wah
This sh*t's gonna go
true colors
I need you niggas
Let alone you bitches
I'ma do it to the max just for my sister
And my brother
And my mother
Motherfucker
Representing all
the ghetto
She always wearin' stilettos
She try to live by the bible but
She get chased by the devil
She fuck a nigga
Suck a nigga for no less than 3 hunnids
a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
P**** n****, I flip up to the max on you,
boppity boo, get on your knees huh
Yeah, fairy God hover me, I got three wishes, I got three shots to cover me
Yeah, I'm seeing love from overseas
I got
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