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other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Triple see's, 305, be-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County,
a mental compressor, resilience I keep
Even if one day I fall for the bait, man, they can ́t reel me in
I'm too big of a fish
Got a Swiss on my wrist
Got
snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
sack of nickels
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same muh' that took them knuckles to your eye
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
We're all fish that drown
Searching for the one
Until we consume too much
Other fish surround
Every one of us
But we drown in their presence when
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
man figured he'd
be a millionaire.
He thought he could reel Moe in
by making a deal with him.
That catfish would go for his best bottom line.
lettering
Try to sink us to punish us for all of the crippling debt we're in
Get a grip, you ain't threatening, don't try to be competitive
Here's a fact
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
bang bang
And throw your sets up nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like havin sex, I like brains
And smoke some
the shit bitch, go and check the census
Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentley's
Smokin' on the mint leaves, Dade County big cheese
Flip soft, whip
on us
Even if we did something great they ain’t proud of us
Uh
So I hopped in a whip and I swish
Cause all these paparazzis asking me for a kiss
My mind
Please don't call me
by my name when we here
people watching
They be talking
They be hating when they see us
Big Dipper
I'm Talking big shit
Got
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
everyday, don't want no smoke with us
Bro, nigga, ain't even got pole, we don't go with it
Got nobody, you ain't got nobody, you ain't smoke niggas
Big dog,
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
I'm on my whale shit
I'm really livin'
The cars and the women, property for my children
I'm on my whale shit
Big fish in the water
Surrounded by
that we been
Still feel dawgs got a grin
I been wishing for my dawgs for the win
This big globe is all but a slip
Things goin fall regardless of them
Put
and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn
And them dogs commenced on the fireplug
Rest of 'em set there starin' at us
And I says, "Roy,
I'm on some other shit, You niggas out here goofy ain't no rock with us
And you can't be around me, If you ain't gone let off shot's for us
That boy
see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small
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