I'll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity I drink a bad glass of gumption Not bad meaning bad, but bad
milk and bread but I got big big plans i ride a big boat with a big ol motor and I aint really that big on helping you turn your leaf over (lets sing
me and shit I did and now im hella glad I aint got kids cuz they meeting wit the federal treasurer to make it big the worlds goin down the tubes/ bezzlebub
Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
on drop tops after karintons we ride through our house [Lil' Flip] down south lil flip the only freestyle king down south we all known for big balling
peanut butter then I would play the jelly I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with
Hey mi si dem a temp mi and mi guns dem plenty, well and weh go make it bad and dem nuh empty, War dem a present mi from mi make mi entry, well Mi
the hood Good J-O-B Swiss Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip Zero degree wrist 80 a whop My chain
idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo, you aren't never gonna have an act. [Roxie Hart] Says who? [Fred Casely] Face it, Roxie. You're two big towers
Come moving up slowly And she got a smile I can feel in my hip pocket And I cry, I cry, I cry Yes I sigh Well it's a big big dream But it's a good one
and that moola keep it commin heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin its its its smellin super bad
eatin' up da road We act immaturely in a hurry to be old Infact we'll leave you poorly catch a beatin' like a cold Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad
the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks The size
all the violence the loser swallows his pride Beat it, break down only on my skull fits the crown My throne, my law is here to stay into the dark, the bad
why It ain't money, so fuck their alibi National security backed them up It's a matter of confidence, what's a bad cop Do you understand just what it
the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks the size
the night stand. I count disasters on my free hands now. Run for cover there's big one coming. You'll be lucky if you're at ground zero. You'll be lucky
there The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books Bugging and mugging with a big 12 guage Starving so bad
