biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie Smalls
been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words For lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns, I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice
is mine land... I've roamed and I've rambled I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of a diamond desert And all around me a voice was sounding
world's most dirty I'm in my man basement Beggin for free studio,and some free beats I paid my dues, here's my recipts When you hear the ill voice thick
pirate. I be singin' them ballads, When he tossin' my salad, When I pet my parrot, all you see is colorful carrots. I be singin' them ballads, When he tossin' my salad, When I pet my
voices Your moms Ms. Jones called, I was in the mall, she said, "Keith - Tina and Terry got them fake credit cards. They got my daughter out
that flossin' on gold it be on tires Any track my voice on must be the finest You check yo ice you check my ice, my ice the shinest ???? I can't deny
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
islands Strange Profession? Singing songs Do you like your job? I do Do you like your songs? I do Do you like your voice? I do Plans for the
sail and we'll be gone We're sailing on We're sailing on Sailing on and on and on and on Into the ocean, Into the sun My boat, A Viking, My dad and
rejoiced It seems to my Lord and King Lift every voice Let the nation sing We've come to testify and magnify Worship the King Let the islands dance
biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [kane] biggie smalls
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND WRITER WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood
and place She looks nothin' like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice
around me a voice came singing singing This land was made for you and me This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York island
this purp in my cup 24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what? Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin
Still every fault my own I will take my turn To fight the bullfight Say a prayer for my release When every hope in the world is asleep And my strength
fault's my own I will take my turn to fight the bull fight Say a prayer for my release When every hope in the world is asleep And my strength will return