Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
nor her ring on last night ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart? when she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch? when
Q? yeah, he the rap king
Big Mac? yeah, she the rap queen
Hate thongs? yeah, I know they beat me
And my nigga Top gon' be the
Reason why you a crack
(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in
Yes, I'm rich bitch you know
I'm a big dog
I'ma have it all
I'll leave my scraps for the rest of you mutts
Y'all just some ankle biters, you can't fuck
a basic hoe I need a rich chick, ok
Big shit nigga i talk big shit
And my wrist lit yeah you know my wrist lit
All this jewelry, got me looking like a quick
Houston, you’ll have a problem, Whitney…
Y’aint wan’ this trouble when you rumble wit’ me!
2020… Can’t you see?
No lyin’, I’m a lion,
With a jungle
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
it big, keep it low, swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone, money talk
This is
Yeah that's a bad bitch she a fool for love
Thats why she ain't got shit
Fuck with the wrong fool
Fell in love with the wrong bitch
Now i ain't put
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
soon (yeah), I'm glad y'all gon' die
I ain't chasin' after no bitch
I got bigger plans than stayin' rich (stayin' rich)
I've been tapped in since I
you'll probably find gold and probably get rich
Greater He that's in me than He in the world that why it's flip
I just took me a trip the world is too big
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
of the word "Sacrifice" as said by Big Pun in "You Ain't A
Killer")
{Verse 2: Jus Allah aka Megatraum}
The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like
It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that
it's going pretty well for you, were- were all really excited for the new album there's a big crowd you there and you know were all really pumped you
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
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