Lyrics:
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
Gettin' drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
Cause ain't nothin' changed but the size of the bottles
We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass
here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still
of y'all niggas better say peace
For real!
Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit
Y'all frontin
We let it slide for a couple of years and shit
Yeah, for
Let me tell you 'bout my big day
The biggest day in my whole life
He was gonna be my husband
And I was gonna be his wife
I couldn't wait to say "I
Didn't have a way to pay for school so I had to keep my grades up high
Hoop dreams became reality. Couldn't let that pass me by
They ask me why I dream so
What they told
Remember nights I would pray by lonely
We ain't een had no lights
All we ate was sum rice
Slap sum ketchup
Ittl hold till the morning
Shit make me wanna rap about a bankroll
If I did the thing you never see the case close
Criss cross big boss takin ankles
He was pleadin I'm just
I know them bitches tryna get me (fuck they on?)
Set a trap, but I ain't a rat, so they'll never get me (ha)
We get big money over here, quit
change?")
Just gettin cheddar, so then I see some of my other fellas
("Whassup my niggaz!" "Aiyyo that motherfucker kinda strange")
Holdin it down son, we
in this century
Gettin' blueback off that bubbly
We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas
Playin' for keeps mothafuckas
Bringin'
full cup double d's,
HOLDIN the L like, piss o w dummy,
VERSE RANDO LAFLARE:
big rando and u know i be bugging,
got mad anxiety that's why i be
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
blessed by the L-O,
Say hello to my big partner,
Yo with this heavy metal,
I'm a rock ya,
I tell yo fuckin' block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your
sleep
But we gon wake em up
(aye)
Get em up
(aye)
Holdin tough
With my middle finger up
(aye)
Put in work
Get rewards
Take the gold
(aye)
Get you one
stuck in the rec leagues
I can't help that my niggas be steppin
You're not Big Dollar, nigga, you are Pipsqueak
And we totin' them veterans' weapons
Did
my footing, I done found my calling
Got my niggas by my side and a badass shawty
Been holdin' it down since 2018, helped clear my mind when a nigga
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
on gram you got big plans
And you never let no man interfere with your stance
Girl I know you work that 9-5 grind I can tell by the benz
think I'm on my house
I'm tossin' it I'm holdin' it
The word go miss I saw shit
Big cut got shot up long strip
Yeah nigga I saw shit
Got real fat ass
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