Lyrics:
Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant
and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is
Sosa
I got mob ties
Got a main hoes waiting, I'ma big guy
I got red on my bottom like I’m big slime
Know we passin' all these
Hoes, ridin' real time,
Home plate, tryna make it back to first base
Back when we was day ones
Way before we had to let bygones be bygones
Love big as Faizon, I'm just
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
we connecting our bodies like it's Bluetooth (Bluetooth connected)
We the BIG PLAYZ Squad all we do is take dubs
Got the real OG running through our
Say, mike
Sometimes it's painful to relive the past
But sometimes you gotta relive the past in order to heal from it
(I just told richie we rich)
your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Neo-pagans are cut-rate Fagin's holdin' stay-ins in
somethin' we need to think about
'Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators
Right now niggaz think we just drug dealers and janitors
We big
'Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators
Right now niggas think we just drug dealers and janitors
We big, that's big, we large, in
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code
to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ
Come
shine, in the doorway
Cell block, you stop, inmates, you on they jock
Seein protection, big men hit your midsection
You gettin bumrushed, by TV's with
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
Move, we don't lose
Second place ain't my groove
Play to win even if I played the fool
How could I break 'em, I made the rules
Got tools, big fish,
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
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
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
livin' and we alive
Charlie thought I would make it without him, now he surprised
At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage, right in his eyes
I told
Shit you know how we comin
Ah
Ay
Ay
Ah
Ay
Ay
I got this 30 in my pocket
I keep holdin up my jeans
Everytime I fuck this bitch
She say she feel it in
till our dreams run dry?
Don't know but we're stayin'
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holdin' on and prayin' to find
One blue sky
Mrs. Wilson sits
[BIG WY]
We in Darby Park wait room, dip, hittin' the weights
Burn out sex of teen bitches ?? the first place
From the home of gangsterism
Pimpin',
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
think they need some Prozac
We the hottest thang in the market and you know that
Yo b**ch chose us, and she don't wanna go back
We stackin big faces
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