Lyrics:
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
I got several done
Big L straight from hell, the motherfucking Devil's Son
"When I was 12, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus" (Repeat 3x)
"I'm waving
And collect big money, with the baby all sharing
Got a 18-year career from child bearing
And only God knows what this kid'll go through
Got mixed feelings
of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
North north is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
Until the money coming
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long
at the back
Sheep thinking they can be a lone wolf just cos they’re leavin the pack
Big boy attitude brought up on spoon food
Too high to give up their pursuit
inside my soul
My heart feels like, it's just a big black hole
Sucking all the pain, inside my body
And I don't think that I can ever be with somebody
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
identified by race
Now they say that it justifies their hate
Dehumanization really does go a long way
From Willie Lynch papers to East Africa today
And I can
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
and orange Winter dawn
The leaves are all gone
And over the snow-covered valley there is a reflective calm
The smell of a fire, taste of cherry lip balm
Lace
with. My new love has some fine lips. Baby girl
Likes to spend it plus she has no kids. Operating in the dark. Spitfire is a type of art. We walked
In
dawg Trey Plummer. And shout out my dawg Dejon Brisett I see you getting drafted big homie. A black King. Keep dreaming my youngins
praying
Brown eyes, big lips, come and swing my way
Self made
Neck smell like number 5, and your hair 4A
Tell your mum I said Mtoto wako ni Malkia
I got
the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude that played ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who knew estates, throw it away
Who knew
they lip Up like they smell some funky bitch You shaped like
A banna peep this big fat money
Give me a dry erase board cause I Ain't no rookie pour out
Eyes red lips dry nigga bloodshed
Satisfy always high nigga enough said
Intensify more love nigga mislead
By beauty her charm nigga been dead
Shots
n' play
When the diamonds shinin' like a sunny day
You know that it's us
And the Glock got me feelin' horny today
I'm ready to bust
Atlanta baby I was
I said making peace with everything of yesterday, today this week
Clanging teeth 'bout everything I tried to say but can't just speak
Magazines I
Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
[DMX]
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down
I got you baby
Even I thought I wasn't enough for you girl
Even I left you girl
You're the one for me
I've got you!
Today I woke up the same as usual
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
than black and white like happy feet
Ricochet bullets C-O-D anti cheat
Lacing up my cleats
Kicking shit like Bruce lee
Jotting on a loose leaf
Sitting in
.jpg/300px-Youth_of_Today_at_SO36_(2010).jpg "Youth of Today")
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