Lyrics:
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
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me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
the engineer, David Kim
I know we been drivin' you crazy, you like, "What? Again?
Another one, you just, when do y'all take a break?
Shoutout to Gabe, Big
niggas like, rest in peace, Notorious BIG,
Nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
Baddest when I rhyme/
spine I think they need some Calcium
I got big stress
I take big steps
They say do it again I'm like say less
Planned to take a break
Wrote an album
They
the album right by christmas
Or late easter
Thank you nice to meet cha
Mr. shell toe adidas
Big big belieber
I bagged your favorite baby
And didn't get him
I want you to tell them statik Selektah
Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
up with them dicks, boy
Phone fresh off a lick, boy
Actavis up in that Sprite, remix, boy
Bad boy, notorious for being big, boy
Pull up shoot up
Yeezy,
funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Chorus 2x's
Jay-Z Talking:
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness
battin up, with homeruns
Sacario four album and I'm droppin this summer
[Chorus: Sacario]
Live big all my shorties you know who you is
Spend that dough,
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
oven
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk
All tracks but no train, he got all board, but no game
Indecisive boy, can't make up his mind, like he plays smash but with no main
Got a big head
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
steering
Wanna go big like ed but see money wise l'm not Sheeran
Wanna go B.I.G like the notorious
Like Ariana Grande wont stop till I'm victorious
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
Wanna go four for four
Buy a four by four
With an all-black matte
And a sunroof
You ain't seen nothing yet
Imma keep saying this
Til my legacy runs
lil ruger in with the big clip
Fucking wit me then I’ll take a young nigga out like a field trip real quick
I got the sauce & the juice yea my drip is
enough to 4-5 me up
Child of the 80s, y'all niggas is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains nigga show me the baby
And my nigga Game light another L pass
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