Lyrics:
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
These streets weren't meant for a softy
Don't show them you weak, that's costly
Tchayela government they can never box me
Into a system engafuni s'phile
totally get why you fear me
'Cause I'm what existed before
The Big Bang theory, i'm-
gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We don't gang bang but we call upon the hitters
for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that
bang bang he didn't get away
Demons out late when it's dark and it's safe
Take somethin' from me and they all gotta pay
One step ahead cause I know where
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
to the streets
Everybody coming with they chick record, big record
This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record
Either that or they come with a diss record
inspired by adventure
Calculated circles, the circumference and the radius
The only cats that float without a float through the parade is us
The harder
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
or a mop or a shovel
Not on the corner waitin for the big pay-off
It's not comin, so why not stay off
The streets, believe me it beats bein sent up-
every secret that you say
See all those people praying on TV and in the churches
They like to make a big parade out of what they're doing
They think God
working two jobs sometimes three just to barely get by you know rent in NYC
Since the teachers quit on him he left school for the streets (From school
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
to Ireland came, he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they
Ha, phew
Ayy, man (phew)
I just wanna shake the streets right fast, you hear me? (Phew, phew)
You know I'm Big Dude, nigga (ayy, Carter Z, you
everything
But claim in the streets that
Them the niggas that bang
But when they get out after 10 fuckin' years
Man they try to fuckin' hang
Like a lot of shit
Steps turn around like a western
Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off
Blow your chest in
Weigh shots by the unit's
Bang this opportunist
You want war, I'm
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