Lyrics:
Intro
Big Mic
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Verse 1
Big Mic
Wake up from Dreams of doing it
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in
and we standin' on couches
Surrounded by nothin' but vultures
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I'm totin' (totin')
Playin'
zone
The swallow may fly south with
The sun or the house
Martin or the plover may seek
Warmer climes in winter
Yet these are not strangers to our land?
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
angels that's why they're able to give wealth to their children
Or do we kick our children out the house by eighteen tell them to take the college route
woke up reality is in the house
Damn I thought I had it all
My pan and paper man that's my all
Jay The Zed – [Verso 1]:
Yeah
BMW 250i
120 km/hr.
Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life and Deen Whitter, we puttin in
where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just
[Intro]
Eza On The Beat We Cooked This Shit
Uh
Yeah
Get On Yo Grind Shortyy K
Uh
Wave
What you say?
Trap
[Chorus]
Okay I'm in and I'm out (And I'm
are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes
All the money I put in the shows
Day by day calling radios
Paying DJs to play my songs
When you hungry the hunger grows
I was never cooking
where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Running through
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
Guarantee to get the penis
True mamacita, takin' shots of Tequila
In the house
Man she never seen Martin or Gina
Mi amor, are you a rapper?
Yeah, I'm in
"drug-related" by the coppers
A government that through the republic
Has been subjugated by the mobsters
Martin got shot on the Lorraine balcony, became alchemy
fan-filled
Fill this bitch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out
My "can do" spirit's in the house
And is possessing your possessions, did you
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
mouth, cost a starter Lexus
Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X's
Really rich, them
[Intro]
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman
Wanda Woman you make me go crazy
Then you make me smile
Yeah
Lost in your world
Lost in your Love
They killin niggas like they huntin, so I stay up in the house
We ain’t rocking wit em then, an we ain’t rocking wit em now
An they started all
down
If it's a problem we shoot you from the neck up
Bitch I'm toting big sticks I don't let up
Don't talk to me you get blicked up
Drive by your house
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