good you retards remind me But son, it ain't hard to find me I'm at ringside any time the fights on And I'm in the big black truck with the carolina
on, big fella, put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on Word up, knahmsayin'? My man Big L, runnin' things
s dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard
for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard
bright white smilin' teeth you know they ain't my own Mine rolled away like Chicklets down the street in San Antone But I left that person cursin' nursin' seven broken bones And he only broke
disease is like hard to please And the house of ill fate with the metal gate Keep the thin people cracked out like munchkin monks The ole man with the
you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi So P-Boy keep pushin'.. We some big ones,life would street, man we all
wood my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard But once we got through the trials it's all smiles 'Til a big
's all nice and wavy And mine is nappy so you call me crazy And he's got them skin-tight spandex on Straight cake to the bone He'd cook a big meal like
shipyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt I move to the center, and I take off my shirt I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, Man no time can
feel good you retards remind me But son, it ain't hard to find me I'm at ringside any time the fights on And I'm in the big black truck with the Carolina
bad (big bad..) --> run [ verse 2 ] As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem No dope, crack, coke, flat broke
stop stealin our slang! you know what we really ballin down south and all niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House... (Hook:Big Shasta rp2x) {Lil'Flip} man!... {Big
that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard
proof vest on my chest so i cant get shot by cupid man man im the man the ladies cant understand how i can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man
leave I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans Rolled on out like a playa Hot ass day, bitches everywhere I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big
the roar, down boy, it's my big gorilla killer As the bad guy, lookin' for an alibi, don't swing by on the peril vines Go to the finish, big Texas is
, how real this could get when you're broke Platinum down please, my fam scheme, fuck the po-po Sayin 'do, Daddy-O, Joe Mafia, T-Bone, Make Corleone