Lyrics:
dat
She aint lyin, she back up all the time
Cause she kno huh daddy shine
Leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine i
steps said that Nigga bleeding ima put him the test , big crip , throwing up the six point 5th, me and bro got 30’s that’s a 60 like nip . But trip ima
Aye big crib
New bills
Everything plush
Big Cake
Real estate
Everything up
Big trips
Quick flips
Everything work
Hair did
Nails did
Everything done
New
wanna click with you and dick you
From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya
Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils
Bend you over and fuck you by my studio councils
my big ass knife
If you run into me imma make u fear for yo life
I got my blade I stay with knives
We'll cut you up run for yo life
Aim at you head
take niggas out
Tryna fuck I break niggas, thought he was a great nigga
Slipped up and dipped up and made a mistake nigga got him
Yeah and we chillin we
You my friend or my foe
You my girl or my hoe
You a real or you're a fake
'Cause I'm big on Loyalty
Hmmm
Loyalty
I do this rap shit for my
ANTI-DEPRESSANT PILLS
FIND YOURS OR YOUR SCREWED
THIS THAT, ANTI, DEPRESSANT
PILL
[YB]
STORING UP A WHOLE CANISTER THE DRUGS
[ARCON]
ARE NAKED
I’m tryna run up them big racks
I do not fuck with the riff raff
Bitch better suck me like Tic Tacs
I’m just tryn cut ain’t no chit chat
Hoe I admit
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
up
I feel like "Look, I can't be stopped"
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB
to the rules and regulation ship
That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click
On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands
On the west they
by yo hands and feet
Yeah
Shit get real when you find out niggas ain’t with you
Now you grippin that pistol felt so much pain that I got trust issues
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
I just want it to be like real loud
Everything loud
Yeah
Big A
I'm okay, it's alright
Noticed they been sleeping I got all night
Pick up where I
the key to demotin haters and schife
That's real, as can be, and is freedom to me
I need space out to roam, then I venture home
With a click or alone, gotta
me?
Lil Young Money killers
Cash Money gangstas
Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer
Big money over here boy
You understand me?
From the turf
dollars and stats
On the real
We big time fuckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you
Suckers!
[daz]
How many real homeboys y'all got out there?
Can y'all count on one hand? i can
Straight up, dogg pound gangstas
Funky fresh in
pussy's used up
they tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up
Real niggas turn the light out
nigga till they child's through
These hoes today be
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
fall for the kitty kat/ you know we bring'n that real back/ real talk/ that's real rap/ that bank/ I'm a fill that/ Phillip Banks wit the big stacks/
to get some real healin
This music thing is so fun im talking big business
The work is manual. Stick shiftin I'm still shiftin
I hope that's upliftin im
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