Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
't pretty Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city Big time, big time, big time, big
Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin' Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins Rock City baby knife through your throat 'til you'
aint help us, on second thoughts you did They hatin was the fuel for this shit so you wrote your own check off a hoe ass Sweatin bullets at home, wondering if she coming
all around the earth Amazing race for the paper you suckas eattin' dirt Chew some orbit gum, brush your teeth and scrape your tongue Fresh as they come
with a magic wand. Turnin' your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard. 'cause I love to keep MCs sufferin', beggin' for big
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I
'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods Whatever's in your
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in 'The Basement' Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking They call your
dead homies, just to beat the case Believe me, I'ma lead the race What is my game? Wakin up next to chicks like "What is your name?" Hustlers big, Mustlers big
't want it 'cause you still say your fin' to I'm finna blow like this shit is so mental That's your life, that's your problem and your pencil Cut the
Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big
ya Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama lil' Tamera Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow Look at your
fuck your back Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on Night, night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on
never been I'm just in the studio working like a Mexican And they tell me I'm a rookie doing it like a veteran Yea, big dreams small city Trying to come
't like the narcs, stay away from the cell Hey, I'ma shoot it out if I'm facing the ail Yeah, so tell your, girl, to come and make me rich Weezy baby
gettin' me Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life Big cities and bright lights
court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand 'cause man Come