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I make the means justify the ends
I make the cream, materialize keys to a Benz
And so I'm rollin' for now
Holdin' down the fort, who's
big Shizam jewels
[Raekwon]
Infrared shootin at niggas
We back execution niggas
Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy
Super wizzers, look like Luther
on a girl I'm datin'
One hand on the cash I'm makin'
We come through like Funky Friday
And have all of your mandem skatin'
I came in
550 on trainers
on a girl I'm datin'
One hand on the cash I'm makin'
We come through like Funky Friday
And have all of your mandem skatin'
I came in
550 on trainers
naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop, Woop
that's them fuckin' police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
with diamonds... limo service
Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX
Fans by the millions, catrillions
Tickets sold about two million
At the Great
we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
'Fore I cleaned up
they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside it sure is a nice
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin
slammed her on her face
He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her
The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her
Heard she was
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub a** see thing dub see brain
And we don't kick
lipstick with the tattoo
We in that '63 Impala bangin Big Pun
My other la bonita rollin' up a big one (roll up)
Sexy cholo baby ridin' with that big gun
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
stuntin', nigga, every time, so we live this
Top floor, we grind, nigga
When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga
It's big money all the time, nigga
It's my life,
whipped me by that willow tree
I used to be worry free; now that isn't me
Reality is somethin' I have trouble holdin' on to
Maybe it's 'cause I have nobody
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