Lyrics:
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
give me two pairs
(Cause) I need two pairs
(So I) can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Big boys stompin' in my Air Force
just stay close to the Shepherd, the valley of death gotta chew on these steel toes (ugh)
Huh, step back jump shot, woo, got my bread and butter, ayy
syphillis
Let 'em know I'm locced, leavin' 'em broke like it was Christmas
Stompin' in my steel toes, always down to bo-guard
We hoo-ride on tight
10 toes 10 toes 10 toes down
Big boss shit on this side
East side baby but i west ride
Baby let me dive up in ya slip slide
This is for my niggas
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock
Step in to the torture chamber
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo
I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch killas in the face from Queens to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack
and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code
your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
could you fill with all the people killed in war,
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.
Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
bump and be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Pump, pump, pump, now
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
while I'm stompin your lungs in
Original mack, my attack is disastrous
Killin you slow, so you know who the master is
That's the Grand Daddy you
A nigga
I was lured by the rocking horse
Sweets and the bualadh bos
Fifty wild boys to a room
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon
Black
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
is a problem in this game if you got 'em
My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum
'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
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