R.I.P. Big
We some niggas thats gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? Jones, Capo
Cash Money, Santana
Dipset, Lil Weezy
Lets ride, Lets ride
Cause real Gs know the feeling
Its hard body, no remorse for the killing
Cause real Gs know the feeling
Its hard body, no remorse for the killing
Mad trees and bitches in dungarees
The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees
I love that summer breeze, Ill stand in it til it freeze
Im from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs
I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall
Im mean, Im mad raw, Im coming like fastball
Steee-rike, yup, so get it right
Nigga, one of my snipletsll end your whole life
You aint nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife
And a fork, Im a pig myself, I eat pork
So be smart and play your own part
If you dont love yourself, Ill make you see your own heart
And we dont like the narcs, stay away from the cell
Hey, Imma shoot it out if Im facing the L
Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six
All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
Its showdown time, throwdown time
Safety off, four pound time
Clack clack, go get yours, Ill go get mine
Check it man, Im with whatever
Goodness gracious, the paper
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Ill blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me
You got nothing on a nigga like me, youll see
Im on the grind from sun up to sun down
If Im lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now
Ill turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
Keep it coming til Im full on my stomach
Im stuck in my ways, Im stuck puffing my haze
Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays
Im stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga
Trying to get rid of the life, alright?
[All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]
As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece
One in the chamber, the safety is off, released
Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage
Doing your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material, for the imperial
Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you
.45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I dont fuck up my sheets
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
Im ready to die, and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl
Im ready to die
[All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]