Lyrics:
out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These
Sweet one whine it back one time
No stress how I'm living my life
Two gyal by my side in my bros dem ride
If it's beef then it's boom bye bye
Sweet
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
(yeah man)
Big tree mek pussy fear mi name (yeah man)
Rob who? Everywhere me wear mi chain (yeah man)
Wave e K pon the nozzle
Crazy flame dat ah
Aye tell them boys it's big boss man, I don't know what else to tell em
I'm coming at ya like ya know I'm finna pop aye
I told ya I was on the way
the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came
556 shoot up a Regal
Had to switch moves I was to illegal
Look at these niggas
All of em see through
Looking like mirrors on the wall
How you a man
put your trust in no man
No man, no man, no man
I'm a hitter by myself, I don't need nobody else
I been killin' shit forever, I got bodies on my
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
It's His reality that welcomes us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.
No other way.
There is no other way.
Entertaining angels
By the light
wake up by five
Every man this
Every man that
Everynight every man dey hustle tight
Every man this
Every man that
Everyday every man dey wake up by five
good so you can neva kick it wimme
You can never kick it
You ain't fuckin wimme nigga, you can never unzip it
Haha
My mans has you beat by a landslide
strugglin')
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Shit, who your mans?
Contraband
I'm so Tony Stark, Ronda Rous
On the heart
I got big money on heart
Big, big money
Big, big, big
your fuckin' mind
Stylistic weaves, dirty spot
Stains on your sleeves like Beenie Man
Turn the track up
Girl, shut the fuck up
My style is dope kid
Wind
big plan
I'm telling
Holds us by his right hand
Jesus is King
Wiped away our sin debt
Soon dwelling
Forever with the Big Man
Jesus is King
Trust him
Alien
King Bison
Yeah
Shoutout Killavic
Shoutout Killavic Baby
Came in the game in the clutch
Claiming a name that they trust
Man ain't shit to us
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
, Bully
Opps still chat on the net
I’ve been there day and night, Kid Cudi
Big man chatty and past the time
Palm of the skeng when we go past the nine
Shh
kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by dust
Trust
I'm
CHE CASINO!
Big up, all you dem, dem, dem.
Yah man, me am back yoooo.
Chorus:-
Che casino, che casino. Hey!!!! Questo è un grande casino.
Big up
The doers do, the posers pose
'Cause every time the plop goes fizz
Another yes-man gets his
Come up and see the big man's boss
The mind clears out when
want beef I’ve got the big Big Mac
G, proof, Keyz that’s a big big track
Eaz been a bully man he’s been been bad
I’ve Been bad from my birth date
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