hoes your bestfriends be your foes No one to talk to better watch what you say Fast as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway Face it, you got a dream
: Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
and the Mic with the verbs and nouns ARE makes the beat come down K to the O universal sound You rock ice all night (We don't do that shit) Play the big
put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes
I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big
don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change ain't no hater but that ni**a lost in the game After the bright lights and big
consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and
: ['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in
you called it That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin that Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Big
stupid ass blown out the frame Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game I'm strugglin Verse Three: 2Pac Big up, big up, got him in the frame
time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big
, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller
: (feat. Mobb Deep) [Chorus: 50 Cent] yeah. (look out) I'm sitting on some chains Big things, big diamond rings MOP, man you know what we 'bout So if
to the ball game If you're hungry, I'll feed ya I got a menu, so let me read ya: Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts And great, big ol' hot-dawgs
They don't even rhyme She's a good woman But you treat her like a bad little girl She's a loser In your little game The victim of your big crime She's
my change and I've fulfilled my dream. I'm now a member of the women's bowling team. I hope I throw a strike, cause I'll never score again. My first game
Big bad love I need a love with an attitude Big bad love The only kind that I want from you Big bad love I need it from you so urgently Big bad love...