Ayo my raps philosophical witty potent and logical
Pour me in a hourglass and check out what my time do
Phantom of the opera even though i bleed red
My heart blacker than the monsters hiding under my bed
Wasted my with f*cking killers
I dont really know you niggas playing fanmode
Talking down tryna take a picture
What the f*ck you niggas thought
My niggas still up in court
And still flipping for the cash
Things are never ignored
Lemar and Dauley on the dash
Hundred 50 a half
Hitting Petey's up for brunch in the east joking and laughs
Been peeping these crabs, no locs i mean the crabs
These slouchy cats having leftovers outta my trash
Im tryna make peace god
But everytime i hit the streets boi
Believe i need more
Tryna catch a body or a Rico
Uh Uh
Im tryna see a kilo
Or the cash or whatever brings me peace yo
Never seen a drought always got the product coming
My bank looking like an intercom alot of numbers
Ducking the D's and the police cameras
Trapped in the P's handle keys like a janitor
Jakes run up on me and I toss the pack
Call my lawyer nigga I aint getting charged for that
Im from 1-1-7 St Nicholas
Where niggas half yo age wont hesistate to stick ya up
Shit ridiculous
Get the guap I aint getting knocked
Making drops on the corner near the chicken spot
448 Grams in the damn P though
My crime organized like the Gambinos
Or the Bonannos
4 Shooters up in the tahoe
And they catch yo ass slippin walking out of McDonalds
So everywhere you go start focusing
I just hope it clear like poland spring nigga
Bigg Dogg - Situations (feat. Irv ParaDice) Lyrics
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Ayo my raps philosophical witty potent and logical
Pour me in a hourglass and check out what my time do
Phantom of the opera even though i bleed red
My heart blacker than the monsters hiding under my bed
Wasted my with f*cking killers
I dont really know you niggas playing fanmode
Talking down tryna take a picture
What the f*ck you niggas thought
My niggas still up in court
And still flipping for the cash
Things are never ignored
Lemar and Dauley on the dash
Hundred 50 a half
Hitting Petey's up for brunch in the east joking and laughs
Been peeping these crabs, no locs i mean the crabs
These slouchy cats having leftovers outta my trash
Im tryna make peace god
But everytime i hit the streets boi
Believe i need more
Tryna catch a body or a Rico
Uh Uh
Im tryna see a kilo
Or the cash or whatever brings me peace yo
Never seen a drought always got the product coming
My bank looking like an intercom alot of numbers
Ducking the D's and the police cameras
Trapped in the P's handle keys like a janitor
Jakes run up on me and I toss the pack
Call my lawyer nigga I aint getting charged for that
Im from 1-1-7 St Nicholas
Where niggas half yo age wont hesistate to stick ya up
Shit ridiculous
Get the guap I aint getting knocked
Making drops on the corner near the chicken spot
448 Grams in the damn P though
My crime organized like the Gambinos
Or the Bonannos
4 Shooters up in the tahoe
And they catch yo ass slippin walking out of McDonalds
So everywhere you go start focusing
I just hope it clear like poland spring nigga
Pour me in a hourglass and check out what my time do
Phantom of the opera even though i bleed red
My heart blacker than the monsters hiding under my bed
Wasted my with f*cking killers
I dont really know you niggas playing fanmode
Talking down tryna take a picture
What the f*ck you niggas thought
My niggas still up in court
And still flipping for the cash
Things are never ignored
Lemar and Dauley on the dash
Hundred 50 a half
Hitting Petey's up for brunch in the east joking and laughs
Been peeping these crabs, no locs i mean the crabs
These slouchy cats having leftovers outta my trash
Im tryna make peace god
But everytime i hit the streets boi
Believe i need more
Tryna catch a body or a Rico
Uh Uh
Im tryna see a kilo
Or the cash or whatever brings me peace yo
Never seen a drought always got the product coming
My bank looking like an intercom alot of numbers
Ducking the D's and the police cameras
Trapped in the P's handle keys like a janitor
Jakes run up on me and I toss the pack
Call my lawyer nigga I aint getting charged for that
Im from 1-1-7 St Nicholas
Where niggas half yo age wont hesistate to stick ya up
Shit ridiculous
Get the guap I aint getting knocked
Making drops on the corner near the chicken spot
448 Grams in the damn P though
My crime organized like the Gambinos
Or the Bonannos
4 Shooters up in the tahoe
And they catch yo ass slippin walking out of McDonalds
So everywhere you go start focusing
I just hope it clear like poland spring nigga
Writer: Irving Paradis, Victor Corujo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid