Lyrics:
she say? What she say? She say "Big 4L"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass (Bboy dripping that)
I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga
When we send your
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
Your subject matter's too hard, make a love song
You better get real, come on
I ain't no lover,
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
with a gun, but they still run with it
They make a song that say they tough, and then they run with it
And that right there is the reason you don't see
the time come
My nigga tell me where you got your chain from
Did you have to sell your soul? Do you have to play a role?
Is it possible for you to get
rookie of the year, but a major in the league
So, how you doin' haters stay away from me
You don't wanna see the chopper
When the boys get silly
I wish I would have known how
Deep the holes in Hollywood go
It's dangerous to put truth in your songs
They been tappin' my phone
Got a van parked
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do
these bars just to get it across
Cause u know where they stand, my shit put them on pause
Pause
Lyrical legit, my flow di sweet like na mungwin
I bite
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
it off the top, T-O-P
I gotta say it i spray it
Never delay it the second I mayday it
Goddamn, I’ma get it on, gotta get it on
Gotta spit it, I get it
Every time evil come my way
I make it rest in peace
That was not a gun bar
That ain't what you get from me
Focus more on metaphors
This is not
a trap
I really done fuck up a trap
(Fuck it, Imma switch it up)
Yeah, oh, oh, fuck
Got a new Glock, it came with extendo
Your hoe look familiar from
just pray that we get old
My niggas is gone
If they was not in the field
I won't put they name in a song
I been in the zone
Callin' my niggas from
her
She done went fucked on my brother
We come from the gutter
That mean we gone share to each other
I make a song either hit or it miss
Money all on me
their hours on how to get more from much less
They’ll have rules about age, they’ll be right and your rage will be seen as just pure selfishness
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block all day
Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting
They say I'm outta pocket
That I should prolly stop it
All these chains I'm copping
They Prolly think I'm robbin
But I be more like Batman
Greenbay
From his foes he did not hide
It's hard to think that this great man is dead (oh yes)
Will the murders never cease
Are thy men or are they beasts?
to San Tropez
Or somewhere close to that
All cause I heard Jay say
It in a fuckin' rap now make that ass clap
I know this ain't that type of song
But I get
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
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