Lyrics:
is dead but we resurrect
The beat in the shroud
Hatin' niggas try to block your
Shine like the clouds
But I Will' Wallace scream
"freedom!" through
I'mma ride with my guys if they right or they wrong
I'm going big on big
I got some dawgs that want me to win
Big Foo drop the bag on his head, get him
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooh, pop
schooled on these streets
Influenced by the big homie on the block
Made a three hundred and sixty degree change
Like spring to summer so hanging out
Is
turned 'em into hoes
Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals
BIG was the first one that had it
Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was
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
was dead wrong then turn around and lied about it
I'm from where niggas play for keeps
Keep them birds right were they sleep
I wouldn't have it no other
Ray Dogg:
It was 1987/tha year we drop Notorious it's all good/
we already gettin' that props in our neighborhood/
just then our crew would
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
Run and you're dead, run and you're dead
start
The songs I make are art but yours sound like they're spare parts
Don't call me a dead meme or I might rip you apart
Before I earned doolheirs, I
and they sleepin' on the street (Bums)
Yeah, yeah, that's at home (Yeah)
Nigga, go back to your fam' where you dead wrong (Go back)
Miss my dawg, dead
that I’m still alive
I know I’ve done wrong I had no guidance I was ill advised
I had to kill my pride
Dead is how I feel inside
Lately I don’t feel
chick
Phill nigga I'm a big dog you a mother nigga get the fuck on
Pull up on them in a big brougham with your bitch nigga
I'm dead wrong
Late nights in
[Meth]
Jeeeez!
Now right
You know you dead wrong
Yo know...
Turn me up, turn me up
Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
You know you dead wrong
Am I wrong if I back out the knock?
Am I wrong if I start throwing shots?
Riding with bro if he wrong or he not
I been getting money
I run through
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
boy shit
They say he got a dead soul they wann him
Dead He say he cant run from death you cant choose a day his momma crying he getting worse day by
these big ones got her feenin'
You n***** not what I'm on
I rather be dead, than get caught by the Feds
Since I was a jit' I was breaking that bread
I seen a lotta bitches get slid in and make me not want to be faithful to bitches
I did a lotta fucked up shit and I know I was wrong but just pray
meet him in Hong Kong
With two chicks both they thongs on
Mabe Ling and Kim Long
Both of them dead wrong
Two rich bitches the feds on
[P. Diddy]
head strong
If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong
Fightin' off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
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