Lyrics:
I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
On the run and this ain't no dream.
[Chorus]
Hiding out
and she hittin notes
In the corner put the shot
Ballin like I'm fultz
Knowin that it gonna hit
Cause it never wont
Dont let me put you on
It's a slippery
And she hitting notes
In the corner put the shot
Ballin like I'm Fultz
Knowing that it going to hit
Cause it never won't
Don't let me put you on
It's
on the earth
To defend those who hope in His name
Only the word of the Lord can save
And the word of the Lord holds true
And I can trust everything that He'll do
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
before the slugs in my jaw
Imma get rich or die tryin, they gon have to kill me off
You can love it or hate it but Imma shine on top
It's the R-O-M-E-O
C-E-O
Of the wavy boys
Tf do you think
I hadda jump off
Of they ship
The boy had
Foresight
Knew they gon sink
Battin 100% in the field
get y'alls
We play yo' ass homeboy you better think
We the ones dat took the Murder out the Inc.
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Verse 2
Jr.
black, two in the Coupe, you better duck
Who's that lookin' through my window? Blaow, nobody now
You motherfuckers better lay it down
B A B Y, capital D C
Nanga Def?
Nanga Def?
Nanga Def? That's what I said
They love me in my city it's like I never left
They love me in my city its like I never left
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
all of it
One time two time
Girl we do all of it
I look into your eyes
I like the look of it
Always by your side
Babe I'm acing it
One time
Arms wide
That)
Fam don't hit me with no fake love Boy it's not authentic
Y'all be on that bull Y'all must be kin to Dennis
Disregard a 2 for 1 boy I know what
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
on the sideline talkin about the King
You just mad cause (I'm not you)
Cause you know it's not you
And you know it's (and not you)
You got to get in the game
You
It's hard facing reality I try to do right but somehow everyone's
still mad at me I'm reliving a tragedy
I'm getting real lit and I'm still my own
Nice body pretty face
Kisses on her cheeks
Do your thing throw it back
Do your thing baby
Dior love the freaks
Dior love the freaks
I just bought two
and spaces I've been can you feel it?
Are you ready for the legendary crazy rugged ready war?
Known to be the smooth that sat by the door
Furthermore, for you
around two names
Someone took a chance
Someone let it show
Since I met you girl I want the world to know
Somebody wrote love in a permanent way
a hobby, I just do it with ease
Call me King, or call me Dre, I'm just as cold as my skis
Shout out to Mance and Tyrell, them neguses call me Squiddy
Don't
mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
I'm so fucked up, and I love it
It got me to where I'm at dunn
If I had it to do over,
shoulder
Hold it close to the right of ya left sleeve
Promise do-to right by you
Long as you do right-by-me
Put a title next to the name someday you wana
probably find the main jar
I been major, it's Rapsody, boy
I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
Never leave it in their
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