Lyrics:
Have yo lil ten looking like an obscene hoe
But dem the type of broads that you like right
Tatted up getting beaten by a Ike right
Gotta Aether that Nas
Left the house copped a house now we bouncin
City boys up by a 1000
Super dope bitch I know I'm the product
Wasn't born here they call me exotic
I
she hear when it come
Knock 'em all down, like one by one
Get hit wit' that pole infront of yo son
Forever on some shooter shit
I really do this shit
went by
I still ain’t get that call
And how you feelin
When that need you
Hit you up for loans
And how you feelin
When they hit you
Still dont play yo
and no more cops?
Shit is crazy
Shit I be thinkin' about
Yo, it's just questions
That I ask myself
When I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I
cause it was me that you seen at the scene
Don't mean it was me that busted his spleen
I pull up on yo block with a big choppa team
I pull up on yo block
and the rap Jason's enemies leave gushing
Murdering with the heat, produced by tone beatz
B-I-G Bailey, I do my own thing
That's why you must clone me to get
Uh huh
Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right)
Yo yo, live from the 718, Murder City
Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na)
Cut
ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm eighteen, nigga, I can do it by myself, I'm a man now
This a G-30, it's my favorite, this bitch shoot
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
And send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screaming out, "who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by
[Chorus]
Das EFX miss jones
Aiyo (yo) whut go around no doubt come around
Comes around comes around
Das EFX we goin out so yo bust the way
who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Triangular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust
tiptoeing
Bet I can make a bitch out of yo big homie
Take his lil bitch from him
Whip out my dick watch how she put her lips on it
I know they hate me
But
the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In
they're comin to my head
Now my head is being pinched by Teddy Ted
A crazy nightmare I got to go
I got to wake up and I'm passed off to Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo gets
Imma big dog
Where yo girls
And we swinging like it's top golf
Nice guy
My hands clean
I get em knocked off
Pick em up
When I come around I get
Sa Sa Santino
Yo TopBin$ Where yo Bag ct?
Shorty she on go wit some diamonds in her face
Money on the run is the only time I chase
goin dumb, for
the bank up
You know the code money over hoes
Big black whip when I'm out on road
Made me list wrote down all my goals
Now a nigga rich wearing brand new
[intro]
new york and chi!
perfect combination,
kels, biggie
[r.kelly]
uh-huh-huh-oh
oh-o, (ho!) huh-huh-oh huh-oh
[big verse 1]
you see i don't
breakin' 'em off proper
The next big thing since Pun And Big Poppa
So big when I walk in a room it gets darker
I'm soon to be a household name just like
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