Lyrics:
brothers Sm mother fucking G
You gon make me turn it up again please don't temp me
Never sliding by myself know the gang always with me
Moving fast trynna
should quit
But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown
Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown
baby mama by mistake (damn)
Ever since then that big head motherfucker been hatin' (haha)
How it feel to be a fuck nigga, congratulations (how it feel,
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
the bitches dig that
Yeah
Fat cock
Fat cock Joe
You got that big fuckin sexy fat cock god damn
I'm sorry for the way that i've been actin
It's time to put that
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Don't make us reneact, 'cause I rather be laid up in ?? with a featured actress
[chorus x2]
Its
I was feeling like I had no options
In the studio 100 nights I had to lock in
Lil nigga turned big dawg and it’s shocking
Never thought it’d be
talkin' mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the realer MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC
Yeah, you can't handle
depression in my lane
But I won't let it catch up to me 'cuz I forever reign
Forever reign, ay, forever reign, ay
Big Joe, ya feel me, ya dig ya dig
Ya dig ya
cut from a different cloth among cut
(yeah)
Like wit Joe, Pooh, and Big Dho (what?)
It's the real truth
Don't make it strong it might kill you
Don't
'm saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
I do it like magic
Don't make me call my savage
When I pull up, they vanish
Don't run in front this cannon
That's a peter, we blitz em, you would've
much I'm that nigga that'll bomb ya
If you want it, you can get it
Information, let me hit it
Can you feel me, nigga you dig it?
If you wit it, nigga
much I'm that nigga that'll bomb ya
If you want it, you can get it
Information, let me hit it
Can you feel me, nigga you dig it?
If you wit it, nigga
inner to the perimeter
Some are killed by celebrating their survival
Other die while they're awaiting its arrival
I found my savior in the basement in
baths and shit
You-F-see fightin championships
G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here,
lye
Fuck the world, fuck it dry
Tell them government spies I
Won't cover my eyes won't cower, won't move
Cause I don't move like a coward
Knowledge is
I do this rap this rap shit just as a hobby
My baby exotic no joe
She from Puerto Rico
Don’t need a stylist
Don’t need drugs to turn up
And there
winning easily
Reach the peak at the peak
Roll one more then take a sip
Going big take a dip take a pill how you feel
Stay away don't bother me
Stay away
races
Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
Ten steps taken as I hit
don't flop
These ninjaz gotta problem
I'ma just kall on the dok
I'm sick of you ninjaz; get ya Prescription
Talkin big game; to me you ah Midget
Say that
it
Life is a game check in at the airport we all playing
Lizard elite or average like Joe or Jane
You don't wanna be a Jon doe
You only get one go when
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
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