Lyrics:
On Big Pun's back
Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes
And using my large stick on her
Lips like my cum's chapped
I love Jews but I hate faggots
Verse 1:
When they go low we go high when they let go we get by raising kundalini to the sky separate the how to from the why master yourself posture your
all covered in sin
My big homie died young, just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I see
Yeah, uh (Not from YouTube)
It's a new opp by the way
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Yeah, uh
Uh, lookin' like I just spilled
Wock'
bitch today and tomorrow I might ball you too
You know this bitches ain't loyal, they gon' fuck a rich nigga too
I make haters disappear when I show up
cost when I'm talking
My diamonds big like a Forrest rock
Talking but I made it out my block
I want the smoke ain't talking no pop
I get Chinese with
talked with my tongue
I was caught on the run nigga all on my ones
Now I got D pack of grease all in my bum
Tryna get rich but it feels awkward and long
If
a flame, this the coldest pain
A lifers in the yard hiding his tears saying I hope it rains
Your big homie said blood keeps spilling like a open baby
(Woah Kenny)
Yeah
So many shows last year, man mash bare work now they can't afford me (can't afford me)
Young and rich but the engines big so
off man it's likely my team
Still I swear down I'm keeping up
Fuckery in Gucci, they love me in Louis
By age 16 I was stuck up in juvie
Now I fly
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
But now it's called American pride the land of the free
So when you wave your flag and tell me love it
name is Jason, a real big fan of death
I sit back thinkin' of Jeff and I take a deep breath
How'd I'd love to fire 30 slugs into his chest, till nothin'
Hey big J
Did you read the headlines today
Some are sayin' that it's very odd
People killing for the love of god
Stop drop roll listen
If you
Told her check my swag, all I rock is Dior
I'm that fly-ass nigga who them whores adore
If I want your bitch, she no longer yours
Rich shit, all a nigga
want let me inside you
You know you've been missed when the text says hey big head
Who are you with withhold information unless they're with it
I
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