pissy Yankee all along! Take this superstitious city, add one little Jew from Brooklyn Plus a college education and a mousy little wife, And big news! Real big news
I fail Will they catch me before the ground does? Who your real friends and friends by technicality? They ask how your mama is or ask for a salary [Hook - Big
the initials, You be jamrock the lyrical official, send out the order, laws and the rituals, Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals, it is truth we big news
me caged in Hope they got patience More you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real
in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep, nigga peep I remember watchin' the news
in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep I remember watchin' the news
speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big line wrapped around the block
'm callin' every real Crip And every real B dog to the table right now Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla
the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a Bad Boy wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big
that, Jay Z this, get off Jay Z's dick What y'all niggas get front page articles Y'all mention Jay Z name This thing on? Jay Z, Jay Z, in Jay Z news
Looked at the clock and it say right now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big
Rock Star Baby Now come to my suite and get lock jaw baby I can knock your boots and your socks off baby News flash ya boyfriend a knock off baby Ok, Real
That's how you know you gotta bring ya game proper then Don't hate the informers and the clocker them The news carriers the baby mother tracker dem Big up the big
You be Jamrock the lyrical official Send out the order, laws and the rituals [Nas] Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals It is truth we big news, we
like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, '
for a real long time You just can't prevent it So if money can't buy happiness I guess I'll have to rent it Yeah, every day I make the front page news
into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? Coming through the door with my militia Why do they bring big niggas
