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[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll
Yeah, yeah
Sermons
G.B.G.
Man its like I had hoop dreams
Ghetto superstar can tell you two things
Got spotlights shining, I'm the victor on the new
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
why I'm here and on the case.
Rapping up every mind with a special degree in socio-psycholo G.B.E.
The Gary Byrd Experience is my course
When you
a cancer, taking over
G/B Cadd9
Not a soul conquering.
Riff
1
2
3
4 0h3
5 3h5 0h3
6
your hoes, we came to
bring back soul
Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O.
Killah Priest, that be G.G.O.
Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O.
60 Sec., that be
[Intro 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Dude)]
(Yo Bigs man, what's wrong man? You look like you got problems, man!)
Ayo man!
Pssh, man...
It's this fuckin'
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded
Intro:
[willie d of geto boys]
Still going
Yeah, here we go again
We bout to roll on some motherfuckers
G.b. rap-a-lot mafia
Recognize the mob nigga
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo was his name-o
B I N G O
B I N G O
B I N G O
And Bingo was his name-o
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo was his name-o
B I N G O
B I N G O
B I N G O
And Bingo was his name-o
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo
छोटे चाचू का एक कुत्ता
Bingo उसका नाम था
B I N G O, B I N G O, B I N G O,
और बिंगो उसका नाम था
छोटे चाचू का एक कुत्ता
Bingo उसका नाम था
- I N G O,
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D-I-E-S-E-K-T-E
A-Doppel-G-R-O-B-E-R-L-I-N-F-I-C-K-D-I-C-H
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G
ball till we fall
Ebe G thing jo
Wana livety be G thing soooor
Y'all know my style
I know you hate this life
You know we're fly
Thug life beyond the sky
club
Makes ginger
"Go on, you can do it, smile"
Smiles
Wants anarchy, smiled
Is the fungus damp in the cellar?
Positive, G.B.H.
Smiles
With
home again
E G B
All of a sudden there's nothing to do where there once was an awful lot
E G
Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when
to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin' when B.I.G. be buckin'
Chickenheads be cluckin' in my bathroom fuckin'
It ain't nothin', they know B.I.G. be
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
I been B A L L I N G
Its Mr. F*** A 9 to 5
We really got it out these streets
Mr. B I G n*gga B A G
Finally ran up me a bag
Boy Im Baby Mama Free
I
pretty like her mama
And if the mama real ugly, I guarantee she g'on be ugly like her mama
And if the mama real ugly, I guarantee she g'on be ugly like
WOAH BiG Bz coming thru
Niggas wanna be crybabies, now we playing peekaboo
Call me Judi, I got the Voodoo
Niggas is dogs, excuse me ( Ahchew)
B-I-G
ouvindo snoop
Double G B.I.G
Mas elas gostam assim
Pilako chato briza fato no status de O.G
To com meus mano e meu bonde ta bebendo bacardi
E tantas ladys
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