Lyrics:
It's on sight if we catch 'em slipping at swap meet
I'm about that action my name engraved on the concrete
I'm know to bust them upside the head
Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool
Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle
Add the orange juice nigga
the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that
out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby
Yo, through the lights, cameras and action, glamour,
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
have to respect me
Ooh
Them don't no have to come correctly
Ooh
Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
Big head nigga's don't listen
Hot
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
runnin'?
The other dudes fakin', baby, I keep it one hundred
Straight shooter with the Buddha, take a hit and get your mind right
Offered me some head, I
out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby
Yo, through the lights, cameras and action, glamour,
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
Hi, I'm Chuckie
Wanna play?
I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
I roll
Yeah nigga I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog
Night of the living Dead presidents
Zombie money hungry so I need some prilosec
Bullseye aiming for the big head hundreds
Crossing T's, dotting I's
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't
takin' what I want, it's not a reach
B-I-G in my city, only bigger one it might've been was Big Meech
Two-hundred million bricks, two-hundred million
the game)
I'm in Saks goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin' AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
itchin', just like I got fleas
I got straight Zombieland 'round me
Yo? What's on his head
We gon' collect that bounty
I was so stuck in them
Trenches
soldiers
Big head, I thought I told ya!
Big head, I thought I told ya!
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
You gotta get that money and represent
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
(Silverstein/Taylor)
Stagolee he's a big bad man and he's gonna do you wrong
Now they say he shot his own sweet wife 'cause she cooked his eggs too
_(cropped).jpg/276px-Black_Soul_Singer_Johnny_Taylor_Performs_At_The_International_Amphitheater_In_Chicago,_10-1973_(8675935742)_(cropped).jpg "Johnnie Taylor")
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