Lyrics:
can't bang with us (huh)
Angel dust, South Bronx streets they label us, notorious, can't be touched, yeah (woo)
Back of the block, yeah it was hell,
gotta fine trim
But there ain't no cutting corners to be high end
I invent to be glorious
Who studied from Cube to Notorious
"For the love of music."
Show me a smile on your face
It's a brand new day
There's no need to be sad now
Take that frown away
Show me where your happy place is
Find your
cop a squat on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
Big talk, been notorious
To tear up tracks
Kill shit, go Pistorious
World in my hands
This sun feeling glorious
Sizzling on my sauté
Get me off
memory like Will Smith did in MIB
I'm tryna get my bag B.I.G and be Notorious
For being the one to make it out My city With my warriors
You bastards all
big red hat
And I know my mom and dad can’t fly like that, oh no
I know my mom and dad can’t fly like that
And then I heard some footsteps in the hall
did it
My IG floor seats next to Lillard
I'm thinking Notorious BIG, but bigger
Dig up Warhol for the picture
Take a shit, whatever color it is
I paint
and go be on IG
They ain't notorious like Christopher Wallace (no)
Was tryna catch nothing but Ms
Now it's nothing but Ms if I sit in the office
A long
pride, and couldn't run and hide
To be horrified, can you even visualize
Locked and stocked, no boots to knock
With every female cop cold sweatin' my
Yeah..
Fargo lil h**….
You know what the f*** it is n***** you know what’s going on with me…
I’m in his b**** Shout out to trapping corp by
they might be talking wallets
And they play notorious, they ain’t talking Wallace
They talking pockets, you wanna die fresh
I wanna die king
Who wanna
since pre-k
I been runnin shit like a relay
I live my life by the p way the g way
No freeway I ride on the speedway
I'm boutta go BIG like Notorious
I
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
I'm sick and tired of being criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by
I'm sick and tired of not livin right
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
That has a love that is true
Than to be get hurt by you
'Cause when I give my love
I want love in return
Now I know this is a lesson
Sister big stuff,
for parts
Ain't nobody else care
When you go down
Motherfucker got game
Let me show them
Full speed no breaks i'm furious
Bout to make a big deal
Shinra
Feeble minds, be advised
Repping for Nibelheim & the reservoir, pull two from the repertoire, deuces to Sephiroth
Yo the names Barret, I'm BIG
Shinra
feeble minds, be advised
Repping for Nibelheim & the reservoir, pull two from the repertoire, deuces to Sephiroth
Yo the names Barret, I'm BIG
nah, not really
Cause my girl would surely kill me
I only rest my cock where
My Xbox and wheels be
I wanna go home
I need to take my happy pills again
I
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
except Pac Nas and Jada Kiss
Notorious Sean Carter Twista Busta Rhymes and Ludacris
I'm Nino Brown call me Brizzy crazy nigga off the hizzy
Please don't
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