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being, your will!
Being awake. The world seems so bitter but still. 
Life is bliss. 
Yo! 
A Universal kiss. 
Big bang, Mama here I Am.
Now I stand like

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life [Clean]

1999

be there
Tash be everywhere it's poppin
I'm here to let you know fuckin wit me's not an option
'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang

a 100 mill
Stuck by side since the womb for you I'll kill
We done tortured niggas to the max no emmet till
I'm the king New York yeah that's big shoes

this ass you know big ol bank
I make em' max it out
I'm not your average
Make sure you come correct, come accurate
Anything less, I ain't having it
Uh

Observations of the cosmic microwave background radiation have confirmed that the universe is expanding and cooling, as predicted by the Big Bang Theory.
Another

the killy from the city an amazing creation
Adjacent to the flames of Johnny blazes face while he's racing
I mean i'm big

Ah, I'm big
(He big!)
Who big?
(Roo

by the neon sign
And the opulence he maintains
If Amazon can deliver salvation
I'll order it up on my phone
With big brother watching me always

Think It's A Game

Jay-Z

Off the Richter Scale

2001

Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think

back and watch your big homie do this shit

Niggas weren't made to break me
'Cause all I just do is shine
Toast to the bang bang boogie
Cross crates

He'll Bang you in Your face, fuck up your dental (Oi) BMT and I Go central (Oi) COD, When I'm gentle (Oi) Like the back fat and segmental (Oi)
Oi, Big Man

Squad!
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY
Farid Bang, what's poppin'?
Shout out to SCH
Capo, let it breathe!
Juh-Dee on the beat

Helal Money Kartell, die

with no dough
Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie
We bang bang, we boogie to the beat
My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you

More spicy margs coming by the factory load
Farmacia, mamacita, in the act with a scope
Lei non parla ingles, another fifth I just quin case
Smoking

Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice

bricks in the hatchback
Getting money by the trashbag
Scared to stop at the gas station
Laws on me, I'ma Mad Max
40 cal with the hollow tips
Pussy nigga

to the max
Ya always spittin' gangsta rap, but half of them are just a pussy with a strap

Say I'm not the realest, spit the truth and that's a fact
I'm

I don stretch all my limbs to the max
No relax
Cardiac
Hustling err fuccin single day
Only time of the day that you ever see me play
When the lambs

I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it

lookin' at, nigga? Head shot, face shot

Uh, uh, bust down everything (Soulja)
Two chains on me, nigga, I let it bang
I ain't check the shit, I'm

Blow Your House Down

U2

Achtung Baby

1991

a ring 
Others sat by the brim 
Tonight high-q site 
Want these innocent 
Bing-bang 
And the big bang 
Big bang, big bang 
Die like a butterfly

kill all them big pricks
Ah don't buy your silence
Am a fucking tyrant
Bad bitch by my side
Never fucking tiring
Ah don't buy your silence
Am a fucking

tune 
It's always on my playlist 
(Listen listen yeah)
And I know it off by heart 
All you man on Kye's story listening to this voice-note
Go - go do up

Confront Ya Baby

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Nigga I'll leave you

(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)
Big steppin' 
I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't