Lyrics:
big dog, they talkin' minor shit
Watch who you sidin' with (watch who you sidin' with)
We came in here alone, so we ain't lookin' for alliances (we
niggas egos is too big to fit in the picture
They hide behind they image
Too scared to look in the mirror
Don't see myself better than you
I know that
Old school chill with pocket and stocky
Big mash, ring you rapture like Koffee (brr, brr)
She but gyal wan' peck me, get doggy (yeah)
Rich now, man's
(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
I'ma gangster, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga up in my crew
Big Ced, nigga, fresh out the fed
Why you call that shit blue when that
bricks
'Cause I was up on Harrow Road pebbling this shit
And I'll tell you right now you'll be never getting rich
He used to have P's now he's begging
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
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
or leave it
You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
carry a
Four five auto, rich like lotto
The world is mine, or at least that's my motto
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning
Jesus piece around my neck
tracks on her arm.
Sick fuck in the ice cream truck,
Getting my big stick licked by the little sluts.
Sex Offender, don't question my gender,
I'm
carry a
Four five auto, rich like lotto
The world is mine, or at least that's my motto
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning
Jesus piece around my neck
Sure it's a wonderful life in the states
For the young who believe that the doughboy's
A friend of Bill Gates
Strike it rich and be nailed by
Will the 90's be another decade of apathy? are you just going
Sit by and watch things get worse and worse? no!
The rich will stop at nothing
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
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
straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction
upon his name
In time, he became a king by his own hand
All hail king Ransom! Big Ghost, what up?
Fuck is we doing
Man? You know what I'm doin'
I'm just
no
Priorities, weh deh pon my mind
Love fi de money, silver pon mi chest
Need a smart gyal, me nuh need big breast
She nuh ask for mi money
Then she
as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but
I ball like Omar Owen
Drug dealers getting rich 'cause they
Know that Lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars
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
Aye
Take the horse to the river, you can't make it drip
I see the fake in your eyes, you can't make a dream
Mind's deep, ahead of time by far
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