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
Verse One: Puff Daddy No matter what y'all do, you never gonna stop my flow Producer, rapper, CEO (uh-huh) Sometimes I just sit down and think Might have a long drink, rock my
't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer Give you a buck 50 this evenin' This is my time of the month If you
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
with my dick in my hand And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand Then leave your ass face down
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
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