Lyrics:
all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
The movement's feeling, to circulate
And I don't know what it's doing
The radio's booming
The TV is screwing
There's nothing left to do
But get a big fat check
When you gonna be a star
When you gonna make it big
When you gonna have a radio hit
When you gonna give up on this pipe dream shit
We ain’t done
No,
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
of business
Are you doing? What's
The numbers? How much did you sell? What's
The radio spins? How much
Shampoo can you sell
With your face on it and shit?
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
understood
My shoes too big
Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G.
A big rig for a big kid - that's me!
I should've got a scholarship for
that’s normal
I recall when I saw you
Both my eyes were all on you
I’d love to know if you want a
Big boy for your love below
Ha, say yes, I want to know
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
Keep my distance from the pack you can check the board
Fillmore with my tigers what we strip em for
38 by my waist hold my pitch fork
Bitch curve
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
check the plot
Pandora why’d you go and open that box
Hmmm, and that’s a great question
I took a big fall but I learned a great lesson
I took a big L
still know who shot Big and Pac, I'm bothered
Prayed to our fathers for sins I committed summers
Don't nobody know how many but we know our days are
some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',
platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
What's your
up, back up, back up, back up
We in it all night, now it's back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Check the status, we don't matchup
We a,
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
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