If I wasn't in the rap game, I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game. Because the streets is a short stop: Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.
I mean even though we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody, you know what I'm sayin' Because there ain't no coming back from that
Damn right I like the life I live, Cause I went from negative to positive.
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on, Just keep on pressin on. Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want.
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
Won't cha...picture life as my wife, just think: Full length mink, fat X and O links, Bracelets to match, conversation was all that, Showed you the safe combinations and all that. Guess you could say you's the one I trusted... Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin', B.I.G. keep creepin', Bullets heat-seekin', Casualties need treatin', Dumb rappers need teachin'.
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown: I was humpin' around and jumpin' around!
You and your friends...always together, No time for the B-I-G, so I'm O-U-T. The sex was great, but the headaches I can't take. I think I made a very big mistake.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete.
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat. Wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay.
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