He was known around to be the best So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west In a land where whips will watch the car Tell you everything and they
the gaffa! Man said his CD was seert! But when I put it on there, was less lookin at the speakers like 1, 2 ,3 My mum could rap better than that, (YOUR SHIT) Everything
in your range And while she bounced out wit me before you came Fuckin' lame you be handcuff sluts I banged I trippin' take 'em back shit, my nuts is drained On everything
to high scool musical no blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre blame me for everything i say cause i got him nigga got big killas with big guns (who want
of my dudes, blue man group Had dreams of doing things they said you can't do Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo So I was after big
] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big Yeah, uh
apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin VD Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another
(Big Moe) Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga
a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
call me Pimp Tyte, MJG The Dirty South is everything I want Everything I need, everything I'm longin? for When I'm outta town, gotta get home, just for Everything
[Hook] I crept up from above and took you out Look its a new sheriff in town Hope you know that you are going down Bang Bang Bang Bang I shut ya down
-writers like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the God's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang head-banger Flood your space with big
s up, ya'll niggaz is crazy) That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up?
boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings With bank rolls, bang those, bang
crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything
down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging
's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X] Let's Ride [repeat 3X] Get High [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] aint too many can bang