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dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
my homies that be waiting on my albums
And when I’m throwin’ concerts, ya’ll better show up
And show out, for being the reason I pour up
‘Cause when I
make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize
When I'm between your thighs
Shit, I get hard from the sound
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
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
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Oscar Pistorius
And I'm kind of a bastard but I'm not inglorious
I wanna be so big they can't help but call me Notorious
I do a lotta tours don't make
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts
never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize
When I'm between your thighs
Shit, I get hard from
A little steak sauce oh no
I bet you probably think I'm looney tune
After big big country bought an
Album from a leak through
He was cool but just
Seems some
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
Hey Wittman what do you like what do you do
Oh I- I'm a big fan of the nineties power pop band Weezer
Oh I- I think that that's a stupid trait
For
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
Moi j'aime la bière les moules et le rap Belge
Les onss de Bruxelles
cu micro j'ai mille flows, Big Yosh c'est Papa
Loin d'ces faux qui jactent trop
Moi j'aime la bière les moules et le rap Belge
Les onss de Bruxelles
cu micro j'ai mille flows, Big Yosh c'est Papa
Loin d'ces faux qui jactent trop
depression, started to question
If my big breakthrough passed me by
Words are a weapon, like they a Wesson
But they upset I'm passed my prime
I pray to Heaven,
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
been asking bout the album
Like I can't come through
But I been plotting and planning
On how to make my debut
So I present The Gift Rap
Without further
field for me
Mine was the first take. I had never sung a melody for it yet
Yeah
So
Thank you
I'm a big fan of her
She's an awesome comedian
This is all
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