Lyrics:
A hit this nigga dead
Do y'all believe in ghosts?
Reach in the stash where I keep the toast
Then put a hole in ya gut big enough
To stash a whole ki'
ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high
Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin down
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
Ghostface right there?
Ain't that nigga Ghost?
Poisonous
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
a lame I'm out here chasing glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times
a plan by her eldest aunt and her father to kill her; She was driving herself and a few miles for the company a big trucked rammed into her car; her car
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. UHH
Yeah..
Uhh.. uhh..
Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh..
I'm on..
Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs
a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands up in the sky
This is a strong addiction
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die
We are
That bass is dope
Like I keep saying that bass is dope
I keep telling 'em all
That bass is dope dope dope dope! Ay! Ay!
This is KRS One in full
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
can’t keep the peace
Branching out from my roots it’s bout time that I leave
We wanna get big bankrolls
And that’s only the half
Tryna stack it up til I
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
Notorious when we in the booth now thats a BIG session
Keep the cars and clothes dont need the benz lexus
Feeling down keep ya head up bounce back and then we
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
A strategist, to see His Majesty on high is the
Mission critical. We in it for the glory of
Israel’s pinnacle. We finna go Notorious on the instrumental
Like John
man look like, he want to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
When
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
Discuss these keep ya hands high by the notorious big Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In