Lyrics:
the truth face it
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit
Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit
My nigga Corn, we
of his life got her away and he won't never catch her
Now she getting dicked down by biz like a stress test
I'm in Little Caesar's eating on some pizza
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
and grabs them long green boogers by whatever you grab them long green boogers by
Well, one day he's got a full Nelson on this big alligator
When this
see a big future in music
Hope I got the right mirror
Came up in the Nike era
Tryna be a mic terror
'Follow the Leader' dropped album
Was a light-bearer
and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
money on shit you can't afford
Buying things for people you don't like
Fourth quarter, music industry shut down
Big dogs droppin' albums, livin' it up now
the big city and the small towns
I go to New York City, on the East Coast
Get your guap with a light and a repost
Bitch don't ask me, what I do it for
I
at all
Everyone in town had that "I'm so sorry" look
They talked in a whispered hush, said
"I'd turn the machines off"
But still she sat by his side
But one night, at the Social Club meeting
Mary didn't show up
She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory
In order to get a pass
To see some big
But one night, at the Social Club meeting
Mary didn't show up
She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory
In order to get a pass
To see some big
shit ain't no secret
I do it big I'm a beast a behemoth
I might sound conceited but I'll keep succeeding
I don't need no reason I just need the paper
all up in my ear
They be all up in my ear
They be all up in my ear
Verse
Born and raised in the charm town
Where the club bass drown out
the man in town
What you think is going down
Every time you ain't around
Your boo get freaky to my album
While they say my name
Nee Vicious married
Malcolm now
Making music but it doesn't sell/sail
So his album drown
Now he thinking louder, but the liquor turn
The volume down
Give em a little bit more
Oh
I run the deli
In this town
I own the deli
But where will I get my supply of meats?
Its easy, I grow them in my yard with the
Deli meat tree!
But fuck her home town
Man, that whole scene was wack
She's in the big city now doin' big thangs
Works a little retail job for a big change
She got
the titty got a face that's pretty next to it
Riding around town something really exclusive
Bump a little Pac with some Biggie next to it
Nigga that's love
and country lane
You hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy those) peanuts
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
were invincible
Now that I'm running wild
Invincible
Setting the night on fire
Tear up this little town
Nothing here could hold us down
Back when we were
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