Lyrics:
life, all my life, all my life knew I'd be here (All my life)
These days, at this point in my life, you know what I mean
I kinda really wanna use music
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
B.I.G. yeah
B.I.G.
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
B.I.G.
I want you to feel this right here
'Cause this is real special
The King and I
B.I
ain't on no rap shit
She wanna be my new bitch
Told her I just don't do this
I be steady focused on the money moves them blue strips
Same type of moves
the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets fucked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
to take risks with this shit on the interstate
Now I make moves to make sure my kids is straight
Hold up, let me get this straight
A giraffe shouldn't be
a couple minutes, find it so damn easy
But I still ain't where I wanna be yet
Can't believe these nitties looking at me so needy
Greedy, you wouldn't wanna
matter where it is
No matter where you are
"Bulls on Parade, " I rain on that charade
Played in the shame
This hero's a deeper shade
Now why wouldn't I be
to the door
A Goodnight kiss is good for me
Don't be expecting a midnight call
There's no doubt i'm stoned or asleep
She wanna do matching robes while I paint
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
as
You gay ass fag, I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, taking
kick
She used to give me mouth, now all she does is strip
You would've thought it was my son, the way I hugged the strip
No brick breaker but I
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
strips, broke niggas gon' hate this
Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation
I be goin' hard, remember used to starve
Remember selling nicks right
the life like all these hoes on the gram is
She wanna live the rockstar lifestyle might not make it
But I don't pop a seal or no pill I just be facing
Yes babe, Imma Be Ok
On westside where I Relocate
On westside is where We Go Play
On west coast we Pop Bottles, Bottles
Hit the Strip and Fuck Models,
around, turn you to my west coast girl
Until they book a show in NYC
Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep, oh-oh
I'm tryna finish all this
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
an instant plane
Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table
By the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don’t
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
wanna fuck
Shawty I wanna fuck
Shawty I wanna fuck
With you
LiL mama
Tell me where you been
Wanna know if I
Can be yo man
Wanna pick you up
We have
Palmer let me call Hitch
Anything’s possible, man damn this
Just believe in yourself and say this
So I gotta be famous
I need to be somebody
And I'll do
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