Lyrics:
the haterz
That doubted the album
You didn't think BIG could do it again
I'm top fifty with a ring
See I do it to win
Now my name back on the streets
Name back
paid him 50,000
Check my album out nigga
February 11th you gonna hear him talk
You little bitch
Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt
streets just get something
Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Cause
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
but had the same heart (yeah)
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
Fifth album, bumped heads in the parking lot (aight)
Was a quiet
That's right, album number ten, Short Dawg's in the house
It's gettin' close to the end y'all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album
horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe,
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
autographs, spend a gang of G's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in
the exception, huh?
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
I tried my best just to be a man? Didn't I
I really didn't wanna
ya say that?
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
a fuck if they like me or not
I'ma raise this bitch
'Til you little fucks drop to the floor
Nobody move, nobody make a sound
My nigga, why'd ya got
dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
Last name stoner,
This.. (Santana)
[Verse 1]
Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my shoulders off (thanks)
Ya been waiting been
[Chorus: x2]
She got some micros, she got a weave wrap
She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax
Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X
[Verse
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead
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