It's the way it's gotta be So mister Big, uh Better watch out, uh And don't you hang around me now That' all for you I would dig-ya A great big hole
**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. 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
thick like pancake stacks In fact, I got hoes with great backs Big titties with the creamy middles like Faye Black's I'm solid, all the way through, you
crackin' like a real true soldier. [Wish Bone:] Doin' our thang since back in the day, day, chasin' change we gonna make it either way, way, one way bus
way) And we gone make it to the top of the stage From the cradle to the grave (All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way All the way) [Verse
me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook:] Look at me now,
when I'm attackin the beat I'm a scholar cause I'm a personification of god, So you better honor (what!?) Mr. immaculate now I'm breakin it, marble sack
me an you nah wan see me cross the line, unu betta know. [Chorus x2] Im blind to you , unu better now (KNOW) Said Im blind to you , unu better now (
the green shit Had it all goin on, but it didn't mean shit She wanted to be a star, with big cars and all the fame that came my way I gotta say that she
over cheese wid these big machines That you bring from over seas It burn up dem skin Like some unwanted disease Gimme some space So I can burn dem please Big
my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga you ain't Have me laughin all the way to the bank L O L, A M
in school(okay) Around her we ride 28's, fuck 22's Nigga try to stunt on me, I'm a stunt way harder(hay) Black car spinnin call me, Mr. Tear-The-Mall-
In the 430 down the strip I zoom? Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM Make moves like a young tycoon I
struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better
get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way
They call me Big Gipp on the southside Mr. Get Down in the vains so what's the word Don't fall in love with good pussy Off the top better leave for two
