my eyes are turned And every lie I've tried before Won't work no more I've learned Drowning or bathing I've found out What you meant By the way Knowledge
Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck
sayin? I'm the house-wrecker, mic-checker, Homie with a plan If I said it, then I did it, Lil nigga, I?m the man, I'm that trend-settin', big-bettin',
work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect In addition the SHIT we wreck Firework flow, spit and make a BIG
way your bendin it over clap clap (Alright) Your the girl in the top five videos By tomorrow this will be number one In or way upside down on the pole
: We go round, round, round [Chorus:] Cause everywhere that I go, People know me by the way I flow, I keep it moving in the right direction and every
you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards Is this the best way we can grow
: [Intro] Ah you hear this? Ada big belly guy I telling be talking By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya? (no question, no question) From Brooklyn
me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4 Set up a contest
did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend [Da Brat] Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder
I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin' Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment
Was my future for this young one Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from Later shootin guns fantasizing Fascinated by gold rope chains Looking
how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose You'll never see me
noise make noise make noise make noise busta rhymes be giving it to ya'll niggas so check me out while I big-up my crew and big-up rah digga i'm talking
for free We had dreams of getting cream But things don't always hold exactly how they seem The big kids they talking bout they big guns But I just chill
be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat She's goin to the bottom And she's goin down the drain Said she wasn't big enough
