be The big picture I wanna see I know you're listening so let it be Oh the big picture, oh big picture, hmm I wanna see Hmm, the big picture I, I, I,
Tradução: X King. Big Picture.
LaToya Williams) [Verse 1:] Picture me rollin in that bmdub Headed to the club Fresh out the tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin with the big homie
Wright, my nigga you gotta chill I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill For real, you motherfuck's
we here to stay From curb surfing We working the industry You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king You see We in the big things Eat
t waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches [Xzibit
there's a huge interference they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I
s a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made
tense like I got a thick stab Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's Big trucks when I wanna fuck and
and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn) It's your thing if you like the switches But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [
s the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated to
hood motherfucker what's good what's hood motherfucker Down on papers way too long damn them bad boys did me wrong My hood, my hood motherfucker what's good what's
ki's Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8x10's of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Colliding with big names
king [Nas] Peace king [AZV] Listen, they wrote a book on your life [Nas] Right [AZV] You think anybody'll read it? [Nas] No fuckin doubt! [AZV] Let's
the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup That
Or Not Because U Disrespectin Me U N Ur Man B Shot [Refrain: Wyclef Talken] [Verse 3: T.I.] Went Frm Da King Of The South 2 Da King Of The States Ridin
seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga [Chorus (2x):] Five (5). Four
