talk a little about my product She fucks with your pocket It causes you to have delusions [verse 1] I'm the pimp and now speak of my bitch She bought my
seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
dope producer in the industry I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef But you must pay me producers fee I am the
Death to my enemies, you're a crazy man Tired of the current sound, fuck these Hip-Hop fags No one's gonna stop me, I'll play as my shots Click-clack -
High and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style from Uptown harlem, is where I get my lye from My cousin
breakz it down My music comes out of the sewerz of the black town (BoO!) Paint out of my pen, fillin' checkz I don't know if I deserve an "S" on my chest I gotta Rollz on my
a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around [verse 2: Bigg Sound] After my first money The girls spoke: "Bigg, Bigg, Bigg
DJ puts there the sound of Bigga Yea! The Biggie Sound Gonna rock this town Yeah! [Woman voice & (Big Sound)] Yea! I like your style! Big Sound you like my
fine products As palm trees, and the dead sea) Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude Things conclude, things conclude! As i slurred that chorus, the ghosts got biggie Small sounds
that was giving oppurtunity Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound Same ol' producers with the same ass sound
testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head It made me tired so i sung from my bed I'm ready to die
buildin yo) Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah! Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo) [Chorus: Redman] Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so
keep on stepping like boots and sandals My handle, is young Mac Dre Silky slim, is my A.K.A And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds I mean stompin
lacks take gats tap at the trigga D.M.C. you see I got a little bigga Jam Master Jay a with the zigga-zigga Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound No