the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my Is, barely catchin' my Zs But I'll be good
that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap This can't be my Book of Rhymes This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit! My
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
star, trap star ball player, pro stars Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars Dark shades by D I O R
I shout arrest me cuz I like to play my music really loud my people sick of hearing you and now it's time to turn you down my rep is revolutionary can
Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind Nigga mind on my money; money on my mind Aiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y. Well ever since Big Boy
'know I ain't no sissy Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me... 'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery
, (y'know I ain't no sissy) Got a big-titty girly by the name of 'chrissy' Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me... 'n this ride up the mountain of mystery
those who kept me focused To my brother Big E, yo rest in peace To the dead money makers, rest in peace To my little cousin Shawn, rest in peace To the
Big mike: This goes out to you h-o-es Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin gs You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby Big mike aka big d d Big dick
you hoe And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
my shit is fat I Neva eva pull the wrap from my baseball cap I pull the 40 oz. Brew from the brown bag (brown bag) My hand in my pocket to retrieve my
slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul
of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed
like some kin shit This my lil dude We watched each otha show && glow up Label bullshittin, so, I watched my nigga blow up Oh, fuck! You know what? My
, check this out Welcome to the house the D O double G built We got honey, cream, silk an' milk We make that big bank an' keep that big shank Just in
the rhyme (Aiyyo) I got love, L O V E and I be Love, L O V E to MC Get love, L O V E and I be Love, L O V E I MC Get love, L O V E and I be Love, L
at the show (Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word) Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs Straight