Lyrics:
This L-U-V
Is a B-I-G
L-O-A-D
A P-I-L-E
Of B-U-L-L
S-H-I-T
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
You ask me to stay
I will R-U-N away
You will L-I-E
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Q, R, S, T, U, V
W, X, why and Z
Now I know my A, B, C's
Next time won't you sing with me?
[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless
and I'm ballin'
She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking
I told her baby you could ride with a beast
Walk with a g
I'm a toss me a freak
here goes the G-A-T.
So take a step up and play for the rhythm.
>From Compton boy, and this is what I give em.
A blast from the gat just for talking that
cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic
lick her clit like me
Take a glock lick back and bust shots like me
[Tony Manshino]
It's the motherfucking K-I with the N-G in me
So call me ageless
A is for action
P is for paranoid
A is for anger
Out here in the void
C is for countdown
O is for over
LYPSE are for your lips smashed on mine
[Az-Izz]
I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me
Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's
Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny
Pump two in your
of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
came quick I'm like [Name] from _The Bully_
Gettin mad respect, and I collect P.C.
Every week I come around, clowns hit me with a g
The world was yours,
security was gon' leave the door open at
Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black
We should be in and out 60 seconds flat
So son what's the deal? He
real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P keep your shit
bustin?
Somethin?s cookin?
Look at the way some faces be lookin?
Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas
Even in Houston P?s be shootin? us like sitting
and get yo ass on your way
S to the see double O-P with the shack don't play
delay, no way like a plane comin through
Dove Shack's in the house droppin
see- goin' to court for
D- dope
E- bonics
F- fly
G- that's me
H- high (like a motherfucker) off the
I- Indo
J- is for jackin'
K-
on my hips
So don't trip but if you choose to
Train tracks around your eyes from who
Me, the see-K-N-I-G-H-T down wit me niggaz
So watch we get props
comet, 2G will ever aristotle
Extort cream near the Fort Green, Cali palm trees
Clam stee, Vietnam fleet, ya scream 'fore I bomb thee
[Chorus]
???
[BRONCOE]
?Come from? the hood when you see me with this p-funk blast
And tell 'em Fudge Town Crip dippin' corner and mash
And this is tha East
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
and Lo-Key in V.I.P.
Lovely I feel your breeze, strawberries and whip cream
Your body ease, top of me, what time you leave?
Bout a quarter three, go get
time ta pray
It ain't no muthafuckin' mercy, Redrum!
Redrum, murder redrum
Redrum, murder redrum
Redrum, murder redrum
4:20, 7-8-1
[Verse 1: P
three nuns in a train in Darjeeling
By stripping and waving his lance!
D'you remember Munroe,
In the P.A.V.O?
He was tallish and mentally dim.
ass)
I put in work so my day is complete
" Aw goddamn right we gon' puts' in muthafuckin' work
Snoop-ass Avenues Pirus
A-P-be bullshit
All you
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