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the check s*it
G N P we up now b*tch
Rack up the money by thousands
Smokin that loud by the pound b*tch
Speakers knockin that’s my sound it’s
Earthquake my

Momma
Where the beef cuz like McDonald's b*tch i'm lovin it
Ho if you don't know then don't call me by my government
I be tryna chill why they be wanting

chick grabbing all over my jonhson
Charles Bronson big slab of meat
Hungry and fresh of a monthly
So she had to eat throwing me the ass and we
Ain't even

a leader
If my d*ck your leaper b*tch 
Jump on that ni**a as cheater 
Backshot that b*tch 
She screams beat her
Unlucky me my coins not enough
To fitter

at 10
All my n***as too chill
All my n***as too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah

East side n***as, we lit
Talk down on me, I'm straight
Bust

I do it
This is not rap this is real nigga music
Real nigga music is my favorite genre
Cut up on beats, think I should be a barber
Niggas be callin me

won't let you have it
Stop cappin
Back in the past
You was a bad b*tch
Now you not as attractive
What happened?
How you lose me, then yourself
That's

Blunt to the face can't hit this 
Bet I'm on your lil b*tch hit list 
I'm a big shark with the big drip 
Ain't no more wave you're a  lil shrimp
One

but there's nobody around
I think this bit(h slowing my sh!t down
Somehow, I think she knows it's my sh!t now
I'ma take another hit now, b!tch sit down

peon peace
Racks on my shirt b*tch Versace
And all of my sh*t from the UAE
Big Gang
Big Gran MarRea
A Get it n*gga why wait
A I’m real y’all ain’t
Yeah

Air Force Ones

Nelly

Nellyville

2002

Big boy
Big boy
Big boy

I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping

sucking it like Dracula, romanian redhead
Beach for that b*tch, house all made by sand
If shes keeping me on sent it's the last time we met

2000 dollars

C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas

C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas

a taste of a dominance
Sage burns in my cauldron
Please don’t think I’m just some artsy b*tch 
No facade 
It’s not an aesthetic 
I really live this shit

I pull up with clips like a movie
All of my b*tches bad and boujee
Keep all yo clothes on lil b*tch and just chew me
I roll a wood and get loose

gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me

I'm hot as f*vk  off the flows
You know that your B*tch calling me up on my Phone.
I was Made by the mess
Play with the drip it got slippery splash
I

hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm

geeked ah
whole team got geeked yah
ma name got bigger
im on dat picture

b*tch im 20 got dat Henny in ma system
candy came in handy got me flipped
gotta

Ratatouille
Around the world, so all of my fans see
You and me girl, got me going loopy
Hear my songs, Notorious BIG
Understand me, I'm just a newbie
With

that shit don't phase me 
Big Double M 
B*tch I been put in pain 
I got shots for a 
Said she smoking my gang 
Big S double M 
We really the trends 
Free

got me gazing
Bright lights, big crowds, that keeps my heart racing
Deep with the gang in D-town getting high
Mac-11 by my side, Lil Keazy that's my

candle (pfft)
Clip on my hip like I'm Rambo
Eatin some chicken at Nandos 
Me and my b*tch went commando
Got her legs up like a Lambo
Keep ya 2 cents to ya