“Who fillin’ 'em with octane?/Got 'em gassed up/’Bout to get blast up, sup/The last one, word to mother/Brother missed ’em/I seen it when he kissed 'em at the wake/Made his body shake”ġ9. “Damn, it feel good to see people up on it/Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn’t flaunt it/My brain is haunted, with mean dreams/GS’s with BB’s on it, supreme schemes/To get richer than Richie, quickly, n****s wanna hit me/If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it/My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat/High caliber gats is all I f*** with, now peep the rough s***"Ģ0. "Sitting, reminiscing on when you started dissing/Spitting in faces in public places/Rolex with wood faces had you tripping for months/Made some dough, did some shows, now you’re starting to front/Smoking blunts on the veranda with Amanda/She’s filling your head with, ‘He said, she said/Poppa doing this, Poppa doing that/But don’t tell him I said it, cause my Jeep might get wetted’”ģ6. “With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours/Four-four and fifty-four draw/As my pilot, steers my lear yes, my dear/S***’s official, only the Feds I fear/Here’s a tissue, stop your bloodclaat crying/The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying"ģ7. “You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)” (Verse 1) N****s talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it/Cristal pop, I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard s***/Gator trunks, b****/Rollin’ blunts with the williest of the Willie/Hitchlink cock, M-1\u2032s and nine millis"ģ8. “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh/F*** that, I preach it, my nine reaches/The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie s***/Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches/Smack ya cabbage, half-a** rappers, shouldn’t have it/So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually/A beat down brutally, f*** who you be, or where you from/West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most/In the blood they laying in, ask Tray and them”ģ9. ![]() ![]() steelo, n****s know the half/Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths”Ĥ0. “My flow, detrimental to your health/Usually roll for self, I have son riding shotgun/My mind’s my nine, my pen’s my MAC-10/My target, all you wack n****s who started rappin’/Junior M.A.F.I.A. ![]() Notorious B.I.G., winner of rap artist and rap single of the year, clutches his awards at the podium during the annual Billboard Music Awards in New York Wednesday evening, Dec.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |