Lyrics:
Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro: yeah
Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro: yeah
Dippin' the four though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin' logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign
To protect the sheep, you gotta catch the wolf
And it takes an wolf to catch a wolf, you understand? (What?)
I said, you protect the sheep by
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
son d'calé, j'taffe mon best album c't'année c'est en stand by
J'me sens grave camé, grave cramé, grave ramer
Kaméhaméha
Elle rêve d'un tas d
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
to beat himself
If-if if I made four hundred grand a year, I would be embarrassed
I'm tired, I'm depressed, I'm tired-
That the most important and most
That I no longer acknowledge
There are so many things
I have yet to accomplish
Thought I’d be done by thirty-one
Long as I’m being honest
But I’ve got
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
oh baby lets get it… Falling in love like the day we met… oh baby i’m wrecking over
(D - Daug4 / D - Daug4 / G / C11 / D / C11)
I said one day i’m
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin
And I ain't leavin, so
Suck
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
ours we bout take chance
Travel up to D.C at the GoGos and make a couple bands
Talking to my niggas from southwest i got a couple friends
Fucking with
don't go it in me
I'd rather be by myself than be friendly
To a bunch of pricks just to be blending
I don't need the shit it's never ending
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
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