Lyrics:
underground massacre terror Seize the streets Feel my heat (WHOOO!) The N9ne amira Killa Got me goin Like Donald Owens The cannabis Got me deep like the abyss
don't condone this"
On the back of the bike with Alpo
Doin' a buck down one-two-five, hopin' to stay alive
Favorite spot rooftop
Me and Big chuckle
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes with money and food
Abandoned for the bums on the street
in
Ask these streets we been grinding for a minute
So y'all will never do it like we (Like we)
By no means am I just gon’ stand here while he gassing
of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes with money and food
Abandoned for the bums on the street
don't condone this"
On the back of the bike with Alpo
Doin' a buck down one-two-five, hopin' to stay alive
Favorite spot rooftop
Me and Big chuckle
It all was a dream
B.I.G. facts used to be the last name that was called on a team
Tall as a teen, learned to ball
But was getting dunked on by this
with the bucks now
Thought I gave it up but now I'm back and niggas hush now
Keep it hundred with you competition really suss now
You ain't it nigga I
here we go
Just give me my dough and do
The show then I'm outtie yo!
Runnin' in the back seat
Sippin' on the Guinness
Fuckin' with a MAC-10 ready to be
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing on a nigga
emotions
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze
Blinded by distractions
Lost in matterless affairs
Reaching through the darkness
Trusting You will meet me
(Harlan Howard - Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
Well I won't be much when you get through with me
I'm losin' weight and turnin'
make their way to Wall street
Crying
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the cash
Gimme the cash
Come
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
buck buck)
Sing
They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
Virgo proof baby run the streets
So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's
the streets
You don't belong to me
She calling my line
I'm hitting decline cuz she for the streets
You ain't the one for me
She calling my line
I'm hitting
leaking out
On the streets with a existential grin
I aint ever been the type to ask for residential tips
Im the type be broke, still smoke OG
By the OZ walk
Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm
Hold up, wait
I'm on a different wave this a break the seal
Move out my way mufuck a peer
Boom I appear, mufuck appeal
Now peel it back
I done got
the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets comin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin'
shorty take it and run
No one owes you a damn thing except me
Finally free financially I am bout to Over do
Kinda sort of got all my affairs in order like
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