Lyrics:
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
This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and turn it into candy.
Mo
a know that I slang, that I-see-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
goon up
Random fandom get you put in a stream like a salmon
Building empires brick by brick but we still gone keep a hammer
Bitch, bombs away
Dig dug
something ' fucks shoppin'
Comin' by the whole block with it
Pull up in that shit that you ain't seen before
Barbus 900 on them 24's
Hop out mad fly,
off as children
Grew up with Big L and the dude who supposedly killed him
A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him
That's what I heard,
Ol' ignorant ass always stuntin'
Big ballin' ass nigga, you can see him when he comin'
Booted up, diamond up, golds be shinnin' up
Motherfuckas be
a motherfucker
Real street nigga I ain't nothing like these other suckers(Na)
How much the club cost I mite by this motherfucker
Have the feds park right
Watch em run and yell b**** n**** tuck your tail
Click-Clack (Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal
You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect
streets
Reppin' off me, sayin' they chopped the B.G.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich
bang
Sav Side nigga with a tech I slang
By a landslide make a hitter pull up I bet
When I Hit him with the ski-bidi-bugidty bang bang
Like bam bam
True life story let me tell you some big facts
Ok I woke up one morning to a phone call bout some herb
Give me five minutes my nigga guarantee he gone
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night be
Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
Talking bout funds , no need for a chit-chat
Load up my gun, you gon' hear a click-clack, I'm tryna leave, nigga, face fat
Talk crazy, I know where you stay
it's probably real screwed up
Life is a steak
That got chewed up
cnd had poisoned God's plan to live,
cnd shit, so he did
While he had the chance
I'm
expect us to capitulate?
Dodging debris that still ricochets
I kick my feet up by the filled ashtrays
I’ve strayed too many pathways to be allowed faith
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
it fin
Jaded within, I think the pain got a friend
Know your enemy your homies might fold you for big chains and split change
Ya'll calling it "real
bust, so nigga please don't play with me
I'ma stack up all my bread 'til I get big bands
That boy thought he was ahead, I already did that
Oh you flexing
us but it just ain't in em'
Fuck anyone that try
When they kneel to the floor
I'm on a rhythm at the finish try'n keep up
Get shut down we're the big
Seen amazing things happen as I served the Master
Then I messed up big, got real stressed, depressed
Screwed around then I found myself a mistress
Moved
rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always
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