Lyrics:
Christmas to me
It's been a long time since the Big Rich caught a body
[Ice-T]
Fuck it, I Like the way you think my man
I pack 20 motherfuckers in a ??? van
me faith to lift you up
I can feel the hunger inside of you
Caught in the moment
Taste the adrenaline
Caught in the moment
She's such a mystery
Caught
me faith to lift you up
I can feel the hunger inside of you
Caught in the moment
Taste the adrenaline
Caught in the moment
She's such a mystery
Caught
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
I be in the city up in all the Wards, fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
On Claiborne, right
too often
Your bitch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (yeah)
We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin call
a moment of your time and the keys like a dealership
Robbery, yo we stealing shit
Mad rich, that's what I get from this villain shit
Knock on your dome
When I walk in I be off of them shits
Off the rip, imma get it till my whole team rich
Countin' strips, I don't wanna get caught up in the mix
But it
the heartless (God bless all the shooters)
Caught a body 'fore they blew up (God bless all the gangsters)
Stood over car that odor had aroma, made him threw up
the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic
Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
He's
by being
As fluid as possible they
Move with the flow of events and
Then gently channel them in
The direction of their choice, exploiting
The moment
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
(Yeah)
I walk in the club with a static (yeah)
I'm just tryna get me a backend (backend)
Tell my driver to pull up and back in (back in)
Helicopter
cussin' at grown-ups
Buddy, you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
get a job lose a job
Trying to get more money
I'm caught up in the dark
And not it's not sunny
People talk behind my back but it's not funny
I guess
gotta build it like a puzzle
Bit by bit, we talking long term look at it all earned
Like grabba in the spliff bitch this be a long burn
I'm rich, I'm
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
big stacks big stacks
I'm up in the club throwing singles
Surrounded by killers and nigga don't mingle
I bring out them racks from the trap so it's
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
toxic ways form and I get paid weak
Minds don't make it school of hard cuts out of different fabric yeah
You get caught up in the moment and close friends
down on the 6ix
Thoughts in the wind
Not caring what you think
Caught in your sin
Take a moment have a drink.
(Pause) Feel the wind
Take a moment take
baseball bat
Got no pussy posse up on my shit
Self made motherfucker, I'm rich
'Cause I've spit the illest shit you ever heard in your life bitch!
Caught up
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
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