Lyrics:
guns and coke
In court all the time tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get indebted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin' big money
dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid
Like you don't know who I am
It's Big Jim-hill
Aka that boy Karam
From McNair all the way
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
to get paid
'Go See The Doctor', and I got played
The train continued to the 'Wild, Wild West'
I heard some brothers say, "He ain't the best"
Huh, but
Aye
Take the horse to the river, you can't make it drip
I see the fake in your eyes, you can't make a dream
Mind's deep, ahead of time by far
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
got a motherfuckin' peach
(Woo)
Fuck that bitch, she a motherfuckin' leech
(yeah)
They love a nigga from the west to the east
(yeah)
Got rich in these
Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
to
Always hungry for the work we get
Filter the scheme out for the cream
Like ain't a such thang like strikin' it rich
Connectin' big checks
Back in the days
and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin'
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real
to me
I'm draped down in Givenchy
I just put blue guts in the 'Rari
Rich niggas on the intersection, I'm sorry
Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit,
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
“Rich Homie”
My n**** I stood on yo block
Took a piss on it
Still the same n**** LiBrutha da big homie
Tryna get rich and stay rich like quan
N****
Like that buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shiners
I'm rich bitch, I'm a fuckin' Big Tymer
King
feat. E A Ski, Kam, MC Ren
[E A Ski talking]
Yay, Yay
Wassup Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski
Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders
from newlands the west
I'm hoping I get rich
I know I'm bout to make it big
Back and forth thoughts in the mix
Back and forth doubting my sh*t
I'm
where they raise you up
Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up
Big shot niggas fade you up
I'm in the cut where they fade you up
5-0-9, you can page me but
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
off ya whole spot
Let a clip off and more shots
Niggas love Big Poppa, they wish Big around
Cuz I don't let them eat I
Lay my muscle game down
Imagine
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
[Wild Child]
Yo I'm Wild Child with the style that'll wreck your body
I'm here to "Break dat party rip dat party"
[Madlib]
Yo it's
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