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to stop (damn)
Big for real, we done hit up every opp block (they know, uh-huh)
Fuck the miscellaneous, we went for top slots (get 'em)
Then I made

big bag, naw I ain't stressin' em'
Naw, I ain't stressin' em' . See that's irrelevant
Good hands on me nigga. Naw, I ain't tusslin'
Rockin' all black.

It's that big drip
Aye, aye, aye
M.A what up (Zombie on the track)
Yeah (Whoa, sheesh, sheesh)
Solo dolo in the studio with it (LPC)
Gang gang with

you'd always be mine
And moving past the chippers filling up to burst
As the band leader counts in one last song
An old favourite of yours that I remember

these bands, get your brothers out the slums
Now you know how the trap gon' move all them packs

Like I said from the jump, you better pack a damn gat

)
And if she move that body right
Then that booty mine for the taking

(Got Damn) Walk in the club
And what do I see?
I see a big bodacious beautiful booty

Reality Rap

Kaos

Special Edition

2002

One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas
I roll with them niggas that be pulling them triggers
I rep the dead and the living
We the best

girl by the waist to my place
You pissed me off so I thought you knew that (Blah)
When I smacked dat ass, my hand went numb
I clap from the back and I

Who's Next?

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man

We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I

who takin' off!
Throwin' money at my nigga
Younger sister really wishin' he was with us
But look who takin' off!
Band for you to keep, love I'm finna

quadriplegia
No hands
To cease ya family from breathing its like, 4 bands
They probably throw it in for free to kill your mans
Write it off and tax it

Yeah
Raise your hands
You got me feeling a certain kind of way
You got me afraid that it all will fade away
You'll stay by my side until we're old

gotta be scared to get put on yo back 
A image of what you create in your ways 
Is more than the shit that you put in them raps 
A player can only be big

you don't love me, you can hate me, I don't give a damn
50 in my right, 20 stacked up in my other hand

Told your teller I'ma fold it up, no need for

we don't beef it's your ass
If you rock with them, guilty by association nigga you get shot with them
And if we ever beef it ain't no mends this shit

the cards from they hands, a gambit
When I grab the mic, I crush your stamina, you will be damaged
'Cause using big words don't make you lyrical
And goin'

big boss bitch back it up
Stuck stuck stick em' up
If you don't give a fuck put your fingers up
Stack stack stack it up
Damn you got balls kid that's

don't want no static
Your girlfriend told me she don't want a man
Say she want me I say come again
I keep a band in a rubberband
Racks in my hand like I'm

like a ceiling fan
Big moves, big plans
I got big bands
I don’t do it for the gram
I just do it for the fam
Man I get it by the gram
I don’t give a damn

anymore than I have to (cuz I got)
Bands in my hands, bands I'm the man
Dirty switch on the .40, hope that shit don't jam
I just tucked it in my jeans,

damn, and yes I got a plan, nigga I'm the man
Nigga posted with these bands, and yo bitch gonna clap it oh well with no hands
And how y'all niggas know me

At this point man i don't give a damn
Start to feel the world slip thru ya hands
Ain't no judge, but i'm giving commands
Like if i say it, then I

of duty
All your boys you be playin with you got you lookin fruity
When I pull up on em they speaking like they goofy
They say BEAUst big man why is you

T.v.'s your pet your radio set, I scan
Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded
You know rap is big with the crowds nothing's