Lyrics:
number two
I'm still the Big Shit
Yeah, what
I'm the Big Shit
Yeah
Big shit I'm the Big shit
Aye, Big Big Shit
I'm the Big Shit
Yeah!
Small in the frame
stop (The bigger I shoot)
I said they treat me like a slave
Cah' me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain
Cah' we black
And man a say they put me in
on the billboard I'll be top ten
Tear his throat out and rip out the esophagus
Bullet to the brain 3d like in oculus
Fuck you built like a chode toad, small toed big
unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground
My mind was totally blown by now
She gazed at me nude in the moonlight
Pumps still on, her body was firm
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
Atmosphere that I'm on I keep raising up and up I'm smoking on helium
And niggas be small why you talking real big ant-man quantumania
Quantumania I'm wavy I
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
surrounded by skrippers
I'm so official don't let it offend you so if you think small I'ma tell you think bigger
I'm in the stew
Cooking up dope in the booth
Don't be them, be a next breed
Ain't a gangster, ain't a wanker
Ain't no MC
Ain't a small fry, ain't a big shot
I'm a next breed
Ain't a rich man
the oldest
And strongest emotion known to man
Something deeply inscribed in our
Nervous system and subconscious
Over time, however
Something strange began
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world
Man, I remember before I say that wait, let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaking for
Through battles in Arenas with the world elitist
Running strategies of war that were fetus ideas
To other generals, from them the assassin would free us
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella head quaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
(Versace), Fela in Versace (Versace)
Fela in Versace, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Shot, Super Star, Punisher, Finisher
Call again, bodyguard
Uh,
of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people
of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by
when I see them but the truth is I don't trust these niggas
Vroom, vroom when I swing by, damn right I'm a big fry
Add an "s" to that, well in fact
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
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