Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash
em Cause his life over Tell 'em Sheriff John Brown If he come through town He will be shot down 'pon sight 'pon day 'pon night He'll be dead upon the
up with the squad that's called The Roots crew It was me, Qwest Kemal, Hubbard and my man Malik- B, and Rahzel from the NYC Who used ta, scratch and sing
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that
to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this
hurt lookin though Pop CD's, B-I-G's, then Tupac's While cruisin the blocks, hittin the hot spots Got my celly on O-F-F Golden Arches got my belly goin
skims in the week On the creep of the avenue I seen her on the block who she rappin' to? That's my nigga D damn he got G Now she fuckin' him and fuckin
, *** be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When I used to sell ***, I ain't had problems
B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS Two thou', B.I.G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou', motherFUCKERS ??, B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B
another nigga don't mean nothing B.I.G. is in my heart from the start Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch Chicks who used to be around, where
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the
Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a
Actin' like that's all G 14 classified, man all that bullshit's a cover up Holly Nikalonean, you wouldn't believe That bitch used to be a fuckin' custodian
up actin like ats all g 14 classified man all that bullshits a cover up HOLLY NIKALONEAN you wouldnt believe that bitch used to be a fuckin custodian
crack charge Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be If they ain't with us they must be against us
every weekend tricking on chulas, he was beatin but on the streets of harlem around the grand concourse he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to
O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Baby (Verse 2) This is Kansas City We be scoutin pretty young things