Lyrics:
ain't gonna help you win
Apply the faith to your mentality
See that's your spirituality
You just gotta dream big
Nigga say fuck your reality
Time
gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probablly die in
gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably die in
and took my baths in puddles
Silent treatment for my all my opps this glock gotta muzzle
At night I don't sleep by myself my demons wanna cuddle
Why them
up with them dicks, boy
Phone fresh off a lick, boy
Actavis up in that Sprite, remix, boy
Bad boy, notorious for being big, boy
Pull up shoot up
Yeezy,
on the same level I am
Nah you a bit smaller
Feelin notorious way yo girl call me big poppa
Bout take it a bit farther
And make shit a bit awkward
Like 9/11 if
They want me to fight against PC culture
Saint be a warrior
I tell them the internet battle feels too BIG
And it's Notorious
Yo Saint, we need you
broken
It feels like
Somebody turned off the lights
Every time that you leave me
This isn’t easy
La, da, da, da, da, da
Isn’t easy
It feels like
Somebody
hairlines shape-ups
Wise guys politic favors
Big dog in a room of pups
Turned L's into W's
Gotta hustle for revenues
Faced charges too federal
Beat odds
find
So much action yeah I gotta catch em
I need another line
Lou Jefe whip da baby
Baggznmoney with yo lady
Vito got them big faces
Yeah my team so
knows i keep trying
you dont know the pain i feel i miss u B-I-G
lets find a cure for A-I-D
and soooo, wats going on
Fred Durst
Somebody tell me what's
Baby girl, I'm the man from around my way
We can roll about a 8th
Give a f**k what a n***a gotta say
Don't you know? Better tell somebody
Better tell
Hahaha, yeah mell
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young
Huh
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I preach
Yeah
In the ghetto, I'm living in a ghetto world
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
It's a struggle but I gotta maintain
In the ghetto, I'm living in
is what I need
You've gotta have power
All we need is power
You've gotta have strength
To make it through the hour
Big God is my source
I can never go
Thinkin why my clicque
Gotta go and die like this
No duckin
No fearin nothin
Hearin nothin stayin rich but buggin
We call that thuggin
But dont be
Atlanta: Gateway to the South
Verse 1: Big Gipp
It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take
whole fad
On the real this our reality
You surround yourself with fake friends whoa
We really live over here
Notorious thoughts nigga we big over here
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
curious
Drive by too fast you hear this shit
Too many big racks notorious
Wig i pulled her wig
She guinea everything I gotta pig
Gimme beanie in the front
and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip
I ain't really understand 'till I turned seven
Every year that go by
I try to understand why (I understand why)
Everytime someone born, somebody gotta
I ain't really understand 'till I turned seven
Every year that go by
I try to understand why (I understand why)
Everytime someone born, somebody gotta
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