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Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy
Check it out (Chorus) Creepin and rollin, you know what time it is Oh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his (Verse 1) What's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man? Once again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan Is, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years But now I'm changin gears Fixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home Polishin up my chrome For your ass cause I'm back up on the block 1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks Back with a sack and niggas know I pack A glock, so stop before I put you on your back Down with S-A, the place where the best play Best pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay Southside rollin wide-sized Bitches say we high-side because we pass by You don't speak, but she's just another freak Cause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks And I rather not waste my time, I just mash out Blowin big smoke in the glasshouse Two deep, me and my nigga O.D. Smokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street (Chorus) (Verse 2) I deal with the five S's before every Monday Shit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays And it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours Because I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse Gold Shoes on my hoe Thinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's And brand-new Vogues And a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow Breakin em off a proper piece And the shit won't stop until the jockin cease So follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip My cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now I got you interested And everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman Little kids wanna be the man And grow up and fuck hoes And rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do's Nigga, cause it's like that Growin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fat And I can't do it no other way Doin it the southern way So fuck what another say G to the e to the to to the o To the B to the o to the y to the s's Houston, Texas where niggas get restless And wreckless, no easy access, don't test us Nigga, recognize where the best is Fool Creepin, rollin, you know what time it is Clownin and strollin, gotta get down for his (Chorus) Oh yeah Doin this thing like this Roll em up Palms up in the air Yeah, that's right Let the sun hit it Back for it like this, you know Cause they thought I wasn't comin back Still doin the same thing Yeah Creepin, rollin You know what time it is I'm just Clownin, strollin You know |
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| 3. |
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| 4. |
| 5:19 |
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| 5. |
| 6:00 |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil Now as I flip through this world of mind Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people Some doin good and others doin evil I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck Cos niggas are dyin and nobody gives a muthafuck And you be wantin to trip when I be talkin about murder and thangs I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine What goes on in the neighborhood East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin out good Sometimes I wanna cry And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin dome and let the bullets fly But mama said I'm too strong to break down And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down Cos they think I'm sellin birds But i'm workin 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin what I deserve So who's fuckin who Is it that white man or the black man standin next to you See, most blacks can't handle power Get paid and get to changin by the hour Closin all the doors Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes Now after takin a look at that How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act See we can't check the peckerwood If we can't treat our own fuckin people good We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe Yeah, now who got the right to write Now as I flip through this world of mine Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil Now as I flip through this world of mind Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people Some doin good and others doin evil Niggas are gettin fooled by the president's plan In jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man The boss man is prejudiced, hurtin em with politics Better let em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch Even if you lock the door they still got the power Cos the fuckin white house reminds em of the watch tower The man is watchin over us, steady controllin us And if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us Everytime I step he's always around me To tell the fuckin truth, I feel safer in the county At least in jail I know what I'm up against But everything is a muthafuckin mystery outside the fence Thinkin that we made it, but we ain't made it yet And it's gettin harder cos the man ain't givin up shit, bet Steady lettin us down And ain't nobody helpin us out Now as I flip through this world of mine Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil Now as I flip through this world of mind Everything is lookin peaceful I'm checkin out these people Some doin good and others doin evil Yeah A new beginning Big Mike Comin from that swamp You know Just kickin it how I feel And that's on the rea |
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| 6:28 |
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Hmm, heh, stay wiv me
(Chorus:) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it) Just another young nigga havin thangs made Time plans change and change comes with time Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine Had to do some crime With the attitude of not givin a fuck Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck I make the bucks Did what I had to, I did what I could My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would make it, oh, the chance I had to take it Fake it, never because that nigga was too clever If there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G Come sun down, come sun up, gun up for dem niggas who wanna run up wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what? Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows Laid up with elbows in vogues I just kick back and stack rows and hoes (Chorus:) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me) Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that) Just another young nigga havin thangs made Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black! Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear "Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin down the road and I promise not to look back at what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two, black Shook that, now I'm in my own realm Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well I got mine, everything feelin lime Time for a change and change comes with time (Chorus:) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done) Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!) Just another young nigga havin thangs made Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key That's the way they punish me, motherfuck society I can spend a century in a penetentiary it won't make a difference G cos ain't nobody missin me Round and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place Too many goddamn rules that's why I quit school Givin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool Can't walk out my house because they always in my face And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case Ain't no difference between society and a jail house Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out Just cos you ain't locked down you think you got it good but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the neighbourhood beatin our ass down Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down Clock now while you can, man huh cos it's all about havin thangs An' I'ma get mine fool! Time for a change and change changes with time (Chorus:) Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm) Just another young nigga havin thangs made (x4) |
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| 5:24 |
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what's happening mister big man with all your money and cars
i see you walking around like you's a motherfucking star expensive clothes high class hoes right now you're on top of the world i suppose claiming that you're macking but i know that you ain't the only time you can pull a hoe is when you (pulling) out your bank taking (on) my (wine) and my gang and shit so you can get your dick wet mister slick but after all that yo you still can't keep her 'cos a nigga likes myself can come along and sweep her and have her screaming oh big mike nigga you slanging them dollars but you ain't slanging that dick why now you know i (???) your hoe so now you run and get your pistol madder than a bitch screaming that i dissed you but nigga i ain't diss you you know the story joe don't check the motherfucking pimp check the hoe now baby's playing for your money you're playing her for her drawers she takes your money brings it to me i'm playing both of y'all who's the mack who's the motherfucking pimp who's the motherfucking man and who's the motherfucking simp it ain't me 'cos i ain't giving up a penny steady fucking her while you be giving up plenty now nigga tell the truth i ain't a dunce out of the six times i fucked her you might have fucker her once and after you caught a nut you had to get up prime time and take her to the nearest store so she could spend your dough every time you fucked her you got to pay a fee and oh yeah thanks for getting her hair done for me g it looked good when she came over the other day sucking on my dick all i could see was her hair anyway remember that shirt that she bought you on your birthday i got two of those and pair of pants and shoes on the first day huh i'm just a playa y'all now every time you see her you want to grab her butt and act like you love her but she don't give a fuck don't want to meet your friends don't to drive your benz just want to get your ends and then she's gone again uh flipping on a mission with another nigga you know even though you try your hardest you can't figure this so seen it before but you still laying down for the tramp gave you some pussy got you sprung and then she just up and (vamp) now tell me what that be like bought her some shit to wear (???) for her hair she with me right face it nigga that's the way you made her the bitch that she is to day but me i'm a playa |
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| 4:47 |
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(VERSE 1: Big Mike)
On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it And it ain't even gotta be like that Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with Cause when I'm dead Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit Nine times out of ten they don't Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games Cause hoe games equals no game (CHORUS: female background singer) Comin (comin) Comin (comin) Comin on the real (Comin on the real) (VERSE 2: Big Mike) What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack I got fans, you got the police on your back But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game See, it's still about comin up Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up Different game, same atttitude Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel Cause I still kick back and make a mill And that's on the real (CHORUS) (VERSE 3: Big Mike) Shake em up and let the dice roll I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold Fight sole on the peewees Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy See me makin muthafuckas break theyself To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself Fool, what you think this is? I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years Huh, and in my dreams I seen That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours And that's what I'm strivin for And with God on my side Ain't none of that hard to find And that's on the real (CHORUS) |
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| 14. |
| 6:37 |
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(feat. Scarface)
Push, push, push, push... Here it comes... It's - it's a girl (Big Mike:) 1971 a young girl gave birth Only a child, bringin another child on this earth Only 15 years of age But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page See, that's the way shit go And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe Thinkin all she want is food stamps Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps And mama's gettin mad Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama And life is so confusin to her Askin herself why is this happenin to her So now she gotta choose Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes Never had to make that choice before Never heard a baby's voice before And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found Too busy bein a hoe around town He just fall into another statistic Claimin black men don't do shit But that's the way it is And little do they know daddy also sheds tears Cause he don't know what to do Be a father to his child, or run with a crew You might say: easy choice, be a father But why should he do it when his father didn't bother? Just another sample, I guess Of black men settin bad examples Thinkin deep about the whole thing Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring And askes her to marry her Promise to get a job, so he can carry her Thinkin that's the way to do it But little do they know that there's much more to it Cos marriage is demandin It takes lots of patience and understandin But they go and tie the knot anyway And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday The first couple of months were alright A new crib, adaptin to a new life But then came the arguments And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment So now they gotta move in with her moms And that just adds to the muthafuckin problems Cause now he's feelin like he failed And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails Smooth out the do', black And never takes another look back Now grandma's house is an unhappy home Now that daddy's gone (Scarface:) Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka And left the job to be done by my mother's mother Raised up by grandmother ??? Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke He didn't even want my friendship I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with Too lit to come around with his drunk ass And beatin up my mom with his punk ass And shit got dread I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad So here it is, brothers If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas Cause if you don't in due time Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine So do yourself a favor Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later But payin's not the issue If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you So put away your caddy Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy Cause if you don't you'll be alone And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone |
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