some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck
hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck
Tradução: BG. Fuck Big Boy.
cant fuck with me baby (that mean they cant fuck wit you) you tell them like that bitch told scarface (what she say?) I dont fuck with help [Verse 1
With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
don't fuck with the help? [Verse - Fabolous] They say they out for dead presidents, never respected First of all, Ben Franklin was never elected That means him and Big
worry about the flow, the boy know he hot Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reebocks I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
Off 8 Mile Shit You Could Never Be Eminem Mother Fucker You Aint Lyrically Inclined Enough To Be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. Or Pac And In The Modern Day-today
stop they still go and they spin I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy So fix your ice
type Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy Or you gon' be like Big, a dead +Bad Boy+ [Chorus
bring back N.W.A. I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies Fuck a rap
i fuck all girls tall ones, big bitches drove my car down broadway, big switches been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins drove through texas in a brand new lexus G
we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W
peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers
, anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse
