talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B
' G's Check 'em out now, big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B Yo yo yo, big pimpin',
Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his
it home boy gettin his mug on hey i wanna get my buzz on fuck around ill put my gloves on say no robbin how i eat b.c 32 thats my street brick squad
know how i go home babe be wanna suck my bone she gotta fuck me jeans on fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on, fuck me dress off, fuck me jeans on anything
Mr. Toilet Paper Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll
, B.I.G. said it So I made it rain till it poured Speak from the heart, this emotional rap Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that Crack! A G
Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs
all night with her forking That's a one way ticket to hell And they want these bullets to book it for me Man, I'm shitting on every statistic that said
back quick, will i'm get ya something meaby you wanna spread that shit, go'head and spread that sick, get that sick ass over here dude and i'm saying (yeah thats
In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I
, I'm number one on Forbes Yeah, they can't fuck witcha boy 'Tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V knapsack filled up with G-stacks
disrespectful That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup
lean back Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now And that G4 could fly through, any weather now See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions That
] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All
re on that reefer and on that Tupac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
'cause you know nothing 'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met