Lyrics:
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit, boy
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps
And throwin' them
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit, boy
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps
And throwin' them
She let me touch for the free-on, man
So you know that's a must like Elon, man
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up
don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus, I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little C's up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
know me
Son force so strong, call me Toby-One
Spell it N-to-the-E-to-the-R-to-the-D
Got murked by nerd with an OP 1
I'm on the beats, smashin' 'em up
Got
Should I
Make this
Tool bite two
In the name of God
Yeah, I'm a big ol' demon up on your lawn
You a little fawn
Yeah
I know the antichrist got a cross
Number 3 Boy am I Delighted
RIGHT Heres the key
Go open he door Turner
Then Turn Squirter by who
You defended for murder
It the Casper Show Full
of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg
[Baby]
Nigga, know me as a big wheeler, nigga call me a car dealer
I'm gon' floss 'til
Eh yo, whassup E Double?
Yo what's up man?
Yo these crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do this
love so much
But so what, I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count, more than what's in your clutch
I could fund
(Oh my God, okay)
You got me fucked up
Fuck you, fuck you
I swear I'm tired of these emotional-ass
Ungrateful-ass bitches (shut the fuck up
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
me up, don't need Folgers
I had a pack in my shoulder
You gotta picture me rollin'
You gotta picture me rollin'
Pacific ice, I'm an ocean (ocean)
At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin'
I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott
And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason
(What up, what up, what
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
dat u can't
Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes
Feel
invited (I'ma light it up)
I'm so amazing the joint's a blazin'
I can rip a mic on any occassion
My forfeit, the book is big I'm black Haitian
Your
drank it up like a smoothie aye
Bitch ion feel like stoppin
I take a big ass choppa w me when I feel like Robbin
Im batman the main character ion feel
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